很忙。来不及读,来不及写。 日子变得很规律很简单,但,还是要记一下的,有些场景梗在昨天。这么一笔,写不出来,但还是在心里留着。
Wish you all the best ,my dear grand parents.
你们明年要是搬走的话,我当然非常怅惘,尽管地方远近于我似乎没什么分别。你是在我极少数信任的朋友的Pantheon里的,十年二十年都是一样,不过就是我看似不近人情的地方希望能谅解。请千万不要有特为回信,下次有事再谈 ,匆匆祝。
---------张爱玲to庄信正
再一次重复播放着big hole , 暮色沉重。躺在床上,对着天花板发呆,好像可以感觉到时间在眼前来回踱着步,世界变得安静的时候,开始烦恼今年的我是否如去年,或者不如去年,开始烦恼明 年的自己是否会变得陌生。一直在控制自己沿着一个熟悉的方向走,不要变成自己的陌生人。这一刻,我甚至恐惧。在审视自己的过去和现在,我只有可惜没有欣 喜。有很多事情错过了,再也追不回来。转眼10年就像没有裁剪过的,我写不出让自己感动的句子,我说着可以修饰的话,我学会退让,我看无聊的流行杂志,读没有营养的快餐书,唯一的坚持是还听着自己喜欢的歌。我想最好的人生不过是回忆的时候不会遗憾,或者根本忘记了去回忆。
那天晚上,我们在芬兰Porvoo附近一家古朴的乡村饭馆里吃地道的芬兰菜肴。饭馆不大,粗壮的桦木柱子配雪白的四壁,土红亮丽的方砖铺满两座宽大的庭堂。夏季天黑得晚,落地长窗外的小花园在淡淡的暮色中散发着入夜前瞬息的缤纷。我们喝了好多种餐酒,微醺之际,有人低声唱出一支芬兰情歌,凄切而深幽。一位大胡子美国朋友醉意渐浓,走到角落里掀开钢琴一边弹一边唱Moon River。几桌的人都跟着唱。他越唱越起劲,抓我过去替他接着弹。另一座庭堂里的客人都过来看我们胡闹,有几对男女忽然翩翩起舞来。钢琴弹出In the Mood的时候,五六个年轻人一个箭步跑到花园里的小池边大跳牛仔舞。那天晚上,我跟大胡子轮流弹遍古老的欧美歌曲 ,那么多不同国家来的人居然都会哼几段。有个荷兰中年人说他只会 弹小施特劳斯的《蓝色多瑙河》,坐下来一出手有点生硬 ,弹第二遍就弹出味道来了。深夜话别,一位芬兰女教师轻声对我说 :“The man that hath no music in himself/Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds/Is fit for treasons,stratagems and spoils... ”我没等她念完就脱口而出说: The Merchant of Venice!暗黄的街灯下,她甜甜的一笑就像晚风中的蔷薇。
----董桥《晚风中的蔷薇》
Flanders Poppy正是象征两次世界大战的一种花,中文叫虞美人。当年有一位英国老兵告诉我说,第一次世界大战部队驻扎在法国北部弗兰德地区的时候,他们在一座荒山上找到一处繁花盛放的斜坡,有百合,有木犀,有玫瑰,有虞美人。山上到处是炮弹炸过的窟窿,斑斑驳驳的焦土之间,那些灿烂的花草都散发着故乡的色彩和故乡的香味。老兵说,他坐在透着寒气的泥地上哭了好久好久:“Here were a realy glorious corner,and how quickly came memories of home!”我后来在一本书上果然找到这样一句形容弗兰德战地野花的句子。------------《邵云环的春天》 董桥
政治语言宁硬勿软。中国人忧患意识比人浓,幽默不足,悲愤有余。北约战机悍然袭击中国驻南国大使馆之后,中国政府发表的那篇简短申明,倒真的是可以掀动国魂 的磅礴之作:“……北约的这一行径是对中国主权的粗暴侵犯,也是对维也纳外交关系公约和国际关系基本准则的肆意践踏。……中国政府和人民对这一野蛮暴行表示极大愤慨和严厉谴责,比古最强烈抗议。”接着,学生和市民都走出来示威了。--------------------董桥《听那一声怒吼》
我正在想这个照片该叫什么,I'm 24。仿若那女孩的表情,沉默、倔强、希望,是任何一个24的女孩在某个时刻都会有的,如何让我不想起自己。
I'm 24 .and today is Dec. 24
Merry Christmas to you all,the people I met and loved
我们在燃烧的忍耐中武装
随着拂晓进入光辉的城镇
----------------------兰波
寒冷是不分季节的 像你背后的墙
松树总在寓意一个下雪的日子
壁炉中的火焰也能绿得发黑
当火成为一种现实 冷就躲不开
------------------------杨炼《怕冷的肖像》
Sleep Don't Weep
Damien Rice
Sleep don’t weep
My sweet love
Your face so wet
And your day
Is rough
So do what you must do
To find yourself
Wear another shoe
Paint my shelf
There’s times that I was broke
And you stood strong
I think I’ve found a place where I
Sleep don’t weep
My sweet love
Your face its all wet
Cuz our days were rough
So do what you must do
To fill that hole
Wear another shoe
To comfort the soul
There’s times that I was broke
And you stood strong
I think I’ve found a place where I feel I will
Sleep don’t weep
My sweet love
Your face (My face)
It’s all wet
Cuz my day
Was rough
So do what you must do (Do what you must do)
To find yourself
Wear another shoe (Wear another shoe)
Or paint my shelf (Paint my shelf)
There’s times that I was broke (Times that I was broke)
And you stood strong
I hope I find a place where I belong (Hope I find a place to)
Sleep don’t weep
My sweet love
My face
It’s so wet
Cuz my day
Was rough
Sleep don’t weep
My sweet love
My face
So wet
Cuz my days
Were rough
其实我都不知道原来舌头的歌词这么美。
我向来以为如果不曾欣赏过下午阳光的投影,不曾感受树木传来的阵阵微风,不曾在意清晨路旁散发的淡淡草香,就算踏遍了千山万水,也不算是领略活着的乐趣。
I sit and look out
-----------Walt Whitman
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world,
and upon all oppression and shame,
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves,
remorseful after deeds done,
I see in low life the mother misused by her children,
dying,neglected,gaunt,desperate,
I see the wife misused by her husband,I see the treach-
erous seducer of young women,
I mark the rankings of jealousy and unrequited love
attempted to be hid,I see these sights on the earth,
I see the workings of battle,pestilence,tyranny,I see
martyrs and prisoners,
I observe a famine at sea,I observe the sailors casting
lots who shall be kill'd to preserve the lives of the rest,
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arro-
gant persons upon laborers,the poor, and upon
negroes,and the like;
All thess-all the meanness and agony without end I
sitting look out upon,
See,hear,and am silent.
城市画报上期的声音主题喜欢极了。只是觉得最后整理的那些代表上海的声音还是不够特征化。也觉得原来大家都对生活中的声音是如此的敏感,那些散布在生活各个角落浓的化不开的声音,旧旧新新构成关于生活回忆的一触即发的关键点。
我自己就很喜欢钥匙的声音,一直觉得钥匙声音非常能代表生活这两个字,出门进门的时候摸索钥匙那细细索索,打开自行车锁的那刺啦一声,奔跑时包里的钥匙互相撞击产生的那阵声音,把钥匙扔到桌子上的那一声,这些同一个物件发出的声音都代表了一天之中生活的几个片断。并且因为这个理由对门的声音也异常迷恋。那开门关门的一瞬间发出的声音表现着人们此刻的心情,而过去的或者之后的所发生的就是戏剧般的生活。
上面这张号称在随书附赠的scanner的碟。我并没有看到。。虽然事过两周,但仍然有点怒。。
本人从没有看过村上春树、米兰昆德拉,也不喜欢fiona apple(我不觉得音乐做的不中听就算作另类美感),所以和路过的很多人完全不是一个路线。
继上周身份证遗失之后,又没了钱包。基本上本人已经没有什么可以丢了,除了我自己。加之家事不顺,处于一触即发的爆炸状态。而当洗澡的时候那千年不摘的项链掉落在一片泡沫中的时候,我绝望又高兴地想:如果顺着下水道下去了我这周可就彻底“圆满”了。可是到底还给了我一线生机,匆忙中关掉水龙头仔细找找,终于在一堆泡沫中发现那个坠子。可算是小小的鼓励,让我有些明白当面对a mess的时候需要的是冷静下来去慢慢地找出头绪,一件一件地如叠衣服般细致地做好。
比较可惜的是那天晚上在泰康路有声音碎片的演出,都决定了要去了结果身无分文。。
而丢失钱包的这几天,深刻体会到上层建筑依附于经济基础的这一原理。为了精神食粮,我必须得让自己活着。因此我选择物质食粮。Bread or die,除此以外的根本在这个选择题里排不上号。而这一状态将持续到下月把一切证件信用卡补办好为止,那么让我们简单生活吧。Be nice,stay at home....
本周主题:克制
Nothing lasts forever
Live before it gets too late
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Fr:Kan Ye West《Addiction》
这决非是我的自己精神失常,所到之处我无不见到谋杀的欲望在人们眼睑下闪烁不定,在解除伸向我的每只手时无不感受到谋杀的神秘气息。上周日,我去了一个小镇,正赶上它的守护神节。公共广场上布满了苍翠的树枝、飘扬的彩旗和缀满鲜花的拱门,到处充满节常见的欢乐气氛。。。。。。熙熙攘攘的善良的人们在权威人士慈爱的目光下尽情享乐。木马、滚筒船和秋千并没有多少人光临。管风琴徒劳地演奏着令人心醉的欢快乐曲。节日的人群沉醉于其他消遣之重。有人用来复枪、手枪或老式弓箭射击漆成人脸的靶子;有人拿球砸那些可怜兮兮地排放在木棍上的牵线木偶;还有些人手里拿着棒槌,重重地击在弹簧上,转而弹簧又驱使一法国水手如同爱国志士一般将刺刀英勇地刺向可怜的霍瓦人或是可笑的达荷美人。无论在帐篷里还是点着灯的小棚子里,到处都可以见到死亡的假冒赝品、大屠杀的拙劣模仿、百牲祭的粗劣表演。那些善良的人们是多么欢欣快乐!"
只有母亲会在晚上11点为你做饭
If the music can’t change your life to be better or worse,then why do you listen to it?
Finally ,my conclusion is :People should not be given too much choices.
When I got bored of lots of free blog sites ,even many of which are quite well with sufficent blog functions,I decides to buy a payed space to set up my own blog ,but things don't take on my way.First,I built 2 blogs ,respectively bblog and wordpress,and I planned it well .Wp's blog will be my main blog site for quite formal things i want to log,and another which was designed to be a rather old-times style will be my daily dirts container.But I like my past blog at blogspot!!So after a few weeks ,I picked here up and tranfer the log to my space ,avoiding awful access problem(also why i left here few weeks ago.)
So I'm back!!A weido with 3 blog now!God bless me to have enough things to write.
BTW:I will use WB Editor to write my log on this one, considering it's code supporting problem ,I will use my poor Eng to writer here,just take it as an Eng Exercise.KAKAKA...
I took a big and amusing mistake last week.I thought that 15th is the Monday of this week,and cos we have a party of the junior classmates scheduled at Nov.12th .So ....I just took a long time subway to the place only to find nobody was there.Then i came to realize the mistake ...imagzing how frustrating i'm at that time.So i called waggle ,my best girl friend to join me in the shopping (just like retorsion to myself).BTW:i bought 2 pairs of shoes this weekend...and four-colors eye shadow and a pink one ...I'm an unplanned person,I know...