Yuan Kejia Poetry Prize
Poetry Collection Award
Poet of the award: Lu De'an
Winning Work: "Evening Rain: Selected Poems of Lu De'an in forty Years (1979-2019)" (Beijing United Publishing Co., Ltd.)
(Image from Yazhong Culture)
Award Speech:
The poet Lu De'an understands writing poetry as a kind of excavation, a kind of act of picking up stones behind silence, this attitude seems to be low-key, but in fact it is full of passion, which can make life show a simple texture in the process of digging, picking, polishing, listening, and even throwing into the void, and also let the keen heart communicate with the infinite vitality of the world. "Evening Rain: Selected Poems of Lu De'an in forty Years (1979-2019)" includes the essence of Lu De'an's poetry writing in the past 40 years, which not only fully presents the poet's writing career, but also has very important documentary value for contemporary poetry. Reading this stone-thick collection of poems, we can feel the perfect combination of superb skill and rich ethical feelings, and it is as if we can see a craftsman who has continued to work, and has laid a long and solid baseline for contemporary poetry with simple and clean words. In view of this, the fifth "Yuan Kejia Poetry Prize and Poetry Collection Award" was awarded to "Evening Rain: Selected Poems of Lu De'an forty Years (1979-2019)" and Mr. Lu De'an.
(Written by Jiang Tao)
Ludean Lv Dean
Born in 1960, a native of Fujian, he is a famous poet and painter. In the early 1980s, he founded the Friday Poetry Society with his fellow poets and painters, began to publish poetry works, and joined the Nanjing "They" poetry group. During this period, he wrote a collection of personal poems "Paper Snake", "The Other Half of Life", and "North of the South". In the early 1990s, he lived in New York, USA, and made a living by painting, writing the long poem "Mankato". In the same year, in the middle of the mountain in his hometown of Beifeng, Fujian, he began to compose a long poem "Suitable for It". In 1998, he published the poetry collection "Hard Stone", in 2011, he published the poetry collection "Suitable for It", and in 2013, he entered the Beijing studio to specialize in painting creation. Published "Long Poems" and "Lu De'an's Early Folk Song Poetry in the Early 1980s"; published the poetry collection "Two Pieces of Soil with Different Colors" in 2014, published the essay collection "Up and Down the Mountain" in 2016, published the essay "Writing Poems, Paintings and Paintings on the Mountain" to build a house in 2018, and published "Evening Rain - Lu De'an's Forty Years of Poetry Selection" in 2020. He has won many important poetry awards such as the first Literary Award, the October Literature Award, and the Southern Literary Festival Poet Award.
Winner of the "Yuan Kejia Poetry Prize and Poetry Collection Award" is Lu De'an
Recommended Bibliography:
Han Dong, "Fifty Thousand Words", Sichuan Literature and Art Publishing House, 2020-3
The pioneering nature of Han Dong's poetry since the 1980s has been recognized, and the poetry essay "Fifty Thousand Words" is an insight into the art of poetry in the mature stage of his creation. Given that its rich thinking is widely related to contemporary Chinese poetry, I think it is already a representative work of contemporary poetics.
Selected works from Ludean's poems
Father and I
We walked side by side
Autumn rains take a break
And the previous shower of rain
It's like years apart
We walked in the break between rain and rain
Shoulders rested clearly together
But there is not a single word to say
We just got out of the house
So there is not a single word to say
It's about living together for a long time
caused
The sound of dripping water
Like a thin branch folded down
Like a plum blossom over the winter
Father's hair was completely white
But it's almost a kind of soul
It will make people awe-inspired
It's still a familiar street
Familiar people should raise their hands in greeting
My father and I both had unspeakable kindness
Walk peacefully
whale
On a winter night, a swarm of whales storms the village
Quietly occupied half of the land
Like the mountain in front of the door, persuasion can not be persuaded to go
What to do, is not to want to leave this place
Dark, stubborn, not answering. Just go
A deep hole roared at their mouths
But most of what is heard is the voice of the person himself
Shine a lamp into their eyes: a imprisoned sea
Probe their mysterious weight with your hands
Power is lost, reduced to nothingness, boundless
What to do, is not willing to take a step
It's about coming to live with us
These whales, although they are amphibious, have enjoyment
Air freedom, crawling and village moon
Even half the power of the land
But none of this allows us
Hail the tides for them before they die
The huge body resembles an asthmatic illness that is stalling for time
It was dawn, and the window was open, the sea
Just a few meters away, but from their eyes
They are not welcome, they have created a historic
The suicide, dead. Dead plus their own weight
Oppressed the heart of the earth for a long time
Like the mountain in front of the gate, people brought tools
Trying to remove them, people seem to be digging
But the soil will dig more and more, and if it touches the stone
Those controversial bones, take them out
Masonry to the wall became inconspicuous
Like the mountain in front of the gate, people dig holes in it
From the hole to the hole, all in the direction of the sea
People process their fat into lamp oil
Give to the church, the rest to the family, everywhere
Everywhere was the fishy smell of fish
And the mint flavor of truth, even today
Those actions remain persuasive
At least not like whales, which suddenly come in the night
Suspicious, and frustrating
Rain in the evening
Escape the heat all day until late afternoon
There was thunder, followed by wind and rain
Fill the almost depleted stream and form
The so-called flash floods; yo, all day I almost
Not aware of a little reality until it rains
It was only when I fell into the valley that I heard someone
Shouting at a bend somewhere, faintly
I learned that in another place those were exposed for three days
The ears of thatched flowers used to tie brooms are to be called
It's too late to move it as much as possible. or
In fact, there is not a single person in the vicinity who really exists
Only the flood roared in the darkness of the day
Only I sat in the kitchen resting and drinking water
Watch the birds fly over the window, one by two
Watching the rain fall one after another, falling into one blind spot after another——
Yo, I thought there would never be an accident in this world again
But when I ran into the rain like a madman
Stepping on the hot stone, I found myself like this
Primitive and easily frightened, almost involuntary
The last snow
The snow in front of the window was already unconscious
It's a foot thicker. It piles up into the room
It will be as high as a knee. I think so
Maybe just to make yourself happy
It's like that crow jumping and jumping
Today it fell there alone
It was as if the world was roaming in white
From its night fullness (that black shyness)
But if it keeps making noise
Only because I know the time of day
How much is left before dark, finally
It summoned a piece of other black pressure
That would have been a different story
I'd rather have a curtain in the middle
Block some of what you don't want to see
It is better to see something else
Only the crystal can be contained in the eyes
One point, two points, or just a few
Then let them fall, fall
All fall on the strings of the earth
Or it's like changing you in the room
I couldn't help but shout out: I love
The crow, as it loves the world—
Thus begins our whole parable
Or still with the blues of the room
Call that warm desire to become
Something that can gaze at each other is called the world
The desolation that turned out to be impossible to see
Complete a real encounter
Or continue to estimate what you want
Through the hole in the ice window, through the crow
Infinite black, and then sniff its white
Until all this becomes irreplaceable
directory
2022-2 "October"
novelette
Other people's room/005 bells for truth
Small bean bag of jianghu /027 Gu Yu
Phoenix Dance/067 Cheng Qing
Hunting/128 Meng Xiaoshu
Golden Snowflakes of the Earthly Floating /145 Suranduo
short story
Wedding ceremony/059 Li Chao
Anniversary/163 Tao Liqun
Novel Shinkansen
Go to Haikou (short story)/196 Ding Xiaoning
Moonlight (short story)/206 Ding Xiaoning
Face and Self (Creative Talk)/213 Ding Xiaoning
Debut is Hope (Commentary)/215 Meng Fanhua
Prose
Down from Lü Liang/108 Li Jingze
Notes on the Matter of Extras/173 Leaf Rhymes
Discourse with the Long River/187 Zhang Yang Sheep
The things of the earth
The Introverted Beauty of Desert Life (Part III)/113 Half Summer
Wilderness Apocalypse/121 Liu Dongli
Read and be read
Divine Comedy: Divine Comedy/051 Liu Wenfei
Organ lineage
That lost face/092 Jing Wendong
Poetry
Safari/217 River away
Morning bird with sunflower/220 field grass
Kunlun and others/223 Guo Jianqiang
Ten Shadows on Earth/226 Zhou Qingrong
Spring, now it's your turn to express/230 Zhang Hongbo
Eucalyptus and river/232 Pak Ding An
New Era: Yuantouzhu Series/234 Zong Renfa Pang Yuliang Zhang Hongbo Yubang Sentinel Cheng Xiuhu Lu Wenli Zhonghai Zhang Xiaoxue Gong Xuan Ren Bai Wang Mingfa Wang Xuexin
Arts
Cover burning Qiu Dandan
Feng II Parent-child game Qiu Dandan
Seal three upstairs Qiu Dandan
Cover design Zhao Pingyu
Title inscription Cui Manli
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