Ren Bai, born in 1962, is a native of Jilin City, Jilin Province. Poet, painter, and director of the Chinese Poetry Society. Published the poetry collection "Whisper", "Love Poems and Memorandums", "The Debt of the Soul", "Selected Poems of Ren Bai", and the short story collection "Aphasia". He is now working in the Jilin Writers Association.
So I started writing to you
Ren Bai
The road to life and forks
Originally, words were ciphers and mantras
It's the star bucket we hang in the jungle
It's worth the night cry
It is worth god to give us a way to live
Later that road was full of flowers
The engorged lust is as tireless as a worker bee
Pollen forms a nebula
Those street market murmurs
The setbacks at those construction sites
The teasing of those peasant women
The homesickness of those gentlemen
Testimony of those litigants
They all ascended to heaven together
A heavy fog
Enclosed in a huge cocoon
Now, let's use our hands to rip open the cocoon shell
Phi Sand picks gold, blood drenched
Rummaging through those secret words and incantations
Take them with you and flee
Become a firework-like psalm in our arms
See some forks in the road
Think of some ways to live
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Half-crossing / Carbon Ink on Paper (28×20) Ren White
I see you in another city
Dinner alone
Your cut fingers reach into the wine glass
Stir, then drink the wine away
Sent to the loneliest place in the world
Sailed at sea for a month
The captain tied himself to the mast
But not a single Kraken appeared either
The sea horizon is too far away to be alarming
Sent to the most empty place in the world
When thunderstorms smash the watershed
I am traveling to another continent
Not far away, the fighting resumed
Peace agreements are like polyamorous love that are difficult to rest in
Sent to the most unprepared place in the world
I soaked in the hypothalamus of the bar
The genome is manic
They torture each other
Wondering which night the cancer cells raided the national radio
Send to the most insane place in the world
I stopped on my way to the North Pole
Someone is flying to Mars
More people flew to the underworld
I couldn't sleep all night with my odometer in my arms
Sent to the most panicked place in the world
I'm a little old
But the teenager who was imprisoned inside was still screaming and cursing
So many dusks in line to pick up street lights
All the books in the study were tired of crying
Sent to the most stubborn place in the world
The nightmare is passing through a city two thousand years later
Disgusted to see a monster in the rearview mirror
The huge head spun in horror like radar
Still no signals of the same frequency were found
Mailed to all your places
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You/Carbon Ink on Paper (22×25) Ren White
Those times
Remembering those times we spent in Mariamba
In the early hours of the morning, lying in the dark
A multi-act play is intermittent on the ceiling
Think of those times we spent in Valparaíso
In the evening, the lights of the harbor wake up
You said we were going to drink something and drink something
Remembering those times we spent in Barcelona
In the Sagrada Familia, you shed tears in silence
You and it are both miracles
Remembering those times we spent in Prague
Walk down the hill from the golden alley
I saw a string of storms sink into the gray-blue eyes
Think of those times we spent in Florence
We found Dante in the alley
Beatrice's eyes are the last galaxy overhead
Remembering those times we spent in Kyoto
Cherry blossoms pass away on the kamogawa river
The floor of the izakaya is made of cotton
Remembering the time we spent on Tinian Island
The grass has not been deep in the world crawling around the old airport
A war whispered gasps among the reefs
Remembering the time we spent in Changchun
The snow fell and fell
I woke up in the early hours of the morning and couldn't sleep anymore
Remembering that none of this exists
I haven't been to those places
I haven't seen you either
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Moonlight like water / carbon ink on paper (20×25) Ren White
poetry
I wrote a lot
Before me, more people wrote more
Those manuscripts were like crowded wings in the twilight
Like an old archive of autumn
I doubt the point of all this
But I can't always be suspicious
The pain came
I couldn't help shouting
Fear comes
I couldn't help but scold
Happiness comes
I couldn't help but laugh out loud
Emptiness comes
I couldn't resist touching my chest
On the other side, someone stood in front of him at nightfall
Like an old friend who has been lost for many years
I couldn't help but shed tears
Silently, said
Let's go for a drink
Forest/Carbon Ink on Paper (20×25) Ren Bai
One death can't do anything
——Commemorating the 20th anniversary of Wang Xiaobo's death
It's like a winter
Seizure of floodwaters
Stand still in a galloping posture
Twenty years have passed
More deaths were heard
You are silent
Countless poems
And countless cries
There is no hint of where the stream is flowing
There is no oath of power of the spring tide
I can only find your eyes
Look at it in a suburban tavern
A bottle of spirits is worth an era
A hangover drowned all yesterday
And then what
The drinker disperses
Only your cup is left on the table
As deep as an ancient well
We all missed the great fire of Alexandria
Missed Ptolemy's fallacy
History owes us many funerals
Slow and dignified
Enough to iron out all the blood and tears
Let the living feel clear comfort
But it is always silent
Prompt deletion of the deceased's household registration
Let humiliation be fuel
Sit in the arms of winter
The more it burns, the colder it gets
I doubt the whispers in those constellations
It's the sadomasochists who leave it for you
Cruel and affectionate
And you laugh mischievously
Laugh like you've died a hundred times
Say that the future is the world of silver
When the heat falls
A large number of deaths converge into a river
Towards the unknown ocean
Pentium sings
A silver coin
In the night when the light is paved, you are a cheerful silver coin
Sparkling in the dreams of so many poor children
You are as punctual as the love of a young man
Always get up when the body wakes up from lack
Go to the nearest market and sing
You go singing, to find the same young power
Then stay together, say
That's how we are
That's what we should remember and keep
Fresh and healthy, but with the vitality of generations of condensation
and the code words in the pattern
Come out of the rock formation like silver
Hide the secret history of good heartache in your arms and sing aloud
Painter/Carbon Ink on Paper (22×25) Ren Bai
heavy rain
A string of hailstones burst into May
A string of rosary beads was scattered in his arms
The table is covered with green and white sunlight
Your hand visited last year
But this year's single shoe just went out
Just hit hard by a torrential rain
Only your perfume is still there
Those pollen that are suspended in the air
Quietly landed
We need a ritual
Adoption yesterday is fragrant
The rain was heavy again
Its cleaning is full of malice
But you laugh
You said last night
Come to Japan for a long time
Metacosmum/Carbon Ink on Paper (22×28) Ren Bai
Ode to time
Time suddenly fell
The sound of the wind through forty years
Landed on his shoulder
Naked teenager's shoulders
Stuck in the afternoon heat
Large patches of wild artemisia grass
Seeds are ignited by sunlight
Spicy and fragrant
He froze for a moment
Start running on the hillside
Brown ridge back
Time is also like a string of flustered firecrackers
Screaming in the name of Midnight
As agreed by the genome
Solemnly grow old
So that you can quiet yourself in the twilight
And we can only knock on the paint pieces that fall off time
Like an insomniac drummer
In the depths of midnight
Singing missing teenagers
Men's Body/Carbon Ink on Paper (22×28) Ren White
wife
Spring spits out the tip of the lilac purple tongue
And the drizzle is endless, kissing lightly
Tireless lovers come on time every April
Fresh as if it had never experienced rout and corruption
There is no more loyal lover than spring
Ice and snow cannot be intercepted
Only blessings
Only wash her body
Sweat stains in summer and rotten leaves in autumn
Clean to almost transparent
And the leaf veins are climbing over the fence of death
Excerpted from "The Debt of the Soul", by Ren Bai, published by Times Literature and Art Publishing House in October 2020.
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