Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Akeboshi - WIND



Wind
song/lyrics by Akeboshi

Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Break into the contents, never falling down.

My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
A man railed at me twice though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.

You say, "Dreams are dreams.
"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."

Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.

You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.

在幻想前激发你的渴望
刺激你的愤怒让它们变为现实
攀上山峰  永不退缩
进入新的世界 永不落后

膝盖还在发抖,如同十二岁时的我
从教室后门偷溜出去
我不在乎被责备两次
等待对我这种人来说是浪费时间

不要企图活的那么明白
不要哭泣 因为你是对的
不要用假话或恐惧拭干泪水
那样最终你会厌恶自己

你说,“梦就是梦”
“我不会再扮演傻瓜了。”
你说,“因为我还有灵魂。”

慢慢来,宝贝,你不要血气上涌
在你失望前突破灵魂 触到自己
比起恐惧的回忆 不完全的黑暗根本算不了什么,不完全的黑暗根本算不了什么

如果看到一条蜿蜒小路,你还是那么盲目
其实总有一条笔直的路指向你所见的地方

不要企图活的那么明白
不要哭泣 因为你是对的
不要用假话或恐惧拭干泪水
那样最终你会厌恶自己

Saturday, February 24, 2007

以GC为单位的时间

记得About a boy里的男主角(Hugh Grant大boy,不是那个小man)计算时间都是用'blocks'的,读书one block,做头发two blocks等。因为生活在悠闲的无人岛,无需赚钱无需劳力,时间便演化为了每日必行之事控制下的抽象单位。这个完全无关,跳跃式思维。要说的其实是这个:

凌晨1点出去烧晚饭(真的是饭!),简单煮个杂烩汤。前两天剩下些汤羹,加了些水再放上酸辣汤调料然后开始准备下锅菜。开电炉子开关时放上GC的First Soundscope,在搅拔汤料时厨房响着专机第一首曲子“晴朗无水的海洋”。加豆腐,豆芽菜,虾皮,虾,豆泡,哗啦啦煮开一锅时是“二人的火箭”,第四首。坐下吃饭,吃完了刷锅,第8首Rhythm。惊讶的发现时间原来还能这么算,前后大概40分钟,或说是8 GC Units。

放到第3首“夏之幻”,一边在冰箱里挖菜一边哼唱,那个真有感觉。跳跃的节奏,潇洒的韵律,估计比黑咖啡还更振奋人心。可听到最后一句“我难以忘怀在消失的生命中,与你肩并肩一同站着;夏末的阳光摇摇晃晃的照着,手中的街景就像在海底一般。” 心一紧真的有点难过啊。奇妙的歌。

Friday, February 23, 2007

Ryszard Czekała

转贴浓缩铀

Ryszard Czekała
1941年出生,与家父相近。波兰。

主要动画作品
Ptak (the Bird, 鸟), 1968
Syn (the Son, 儿子), 1970
Apel (the Roll-Call, 点名), 1971
Czlowiek i chleb (Human and Bread, 人与面包), 1997

作品中沉郁、厚重的震撼力量撞击心灵。剪纸动画形式迸发出如此惊人的表现力,前所未有!其中首部作品-鸟,讲的是一个看管公厕的老头儿,省吃俭用,用节省下来的钱买鸟放飞的故事。故事太好了,表现形式也极为精彩,而且这竟然是他的首部作品!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

BYE

When I was updating TED podcast, I came across this talk by Ed Burtynsky who's the photographer in the documentary movie 'Manufactured Landscapes' I was talking about. It's worth a watch. You can either watch online or download audio/video file here

Saw strange display names guizi has been using for the past few days. I wasn't at all turning blind but let's call it an end. Don't ask. Don't tell. The amount of despise lament filthy pity love's lost has mounted to this pinnacle where I bleed away this malignant tumor growing out of my own. My last whining entry on you.

Farewell to K

Raging monsoon
eclipsed with a dead town
Graves sprawled like trophies
Diamonds in a pagan's crown

Ancient habits settle
Scorching dust of the deceased
marred a canyon of desolation
Dry and narrow

Silence an arrant crime
Demure the weapon of cruelty
mercilessly mauling an itch
down a seven year spine

Goodbye my dear epitaph
A charlatan said she knew
why water burns
why fire drowns

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Manufactured Landscapes

I can't remember I ever spent chinese new year this way before. I couldn't remember when was new year eve. Had 355ml of bitter beer down my stomach, stored up spicy tofu, cakes, oily dumplings at 5pm while I barely finished my lunch at 2. I felt positively empty and bored as I inched my way home in thick snow after a whole day lab, thinking about steamboat tomorrow while in fact it was yesterday as I am speaking now. I slept through new year eve without knowing it was new year eve and woke up without knowing anything. 24 hours later, another day passed. It was bleak, surreal, calming in a way I don't have to pass any positive or negative judgment. Bleak because I've never spent chinese new year alone so I guess for a starter, it did feel bleak. Then the night went on and I feel normal again, just like any other day.

Watched a documentary movie called 'manufactured landscapes' in Bloor cinema, one of the oldest and most traditional cinemas in Toronto (or Canada?) where avant garde and non mainstream films are introduced to the audience. The cinema was spacious and two tiered. It was never filled as far as I know. I wonder if people come here planned knowing what they want to watch and what time the show starts. Mostly passers-by like myself would occasionally stall and scan through the day's schedule, hit by a sudden whim of fancy to sit through a movie that has good reviews, weird titles or totally nothing you're sure of. You step on the garnet ornate carpet looking around in darkness choosing the best seat. No commercials or trailers before the actual movie. The velvety curtains are tightly drawn and audience are scarce. We sat leisurely in our seats waiting for the curtains to rise.

And then 10 minutes rolling of a chinese factory, abuzz with machine churnings and endless rows of robotic workers busy assembling gadgets. It took some time before I related it back to the title 'Manufactured Landscapes'. It was indeed a totally different landscape, an artificial world not too far away from the dark side of 'A.I.'

loading. Here're some still pictures from the photographer Edward Burtynsky. The movie follows his journey to China and Bangladesh where the bulk was filmed.

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GC's new single is already available online. Leechers everywhere. c/w mawari machi (the winding path) is really nice. I like the sudden change in rhythm after a brief intro.

Friday, February 16, 2007

??!!!

明天是除夕??! 这日子过的。。。

Seven Year Bitch

Seven year itch becomes a bitch. There's actually a song to it.

3 tests in a row and I survived!! Funny I got the time wrong in 2 tests, thinking it would end half an hour before what was scheduled and as a result scribbled at such an amazing speed my pen was gonna fly from my hand. Handwriting was a horrible, artistic sprawl I wish the prof could read.

Winter, endless marvels in winter season. Snow's been stacking up to half a meter above ground and it was raining silver dust whenever wind brushes and swirls the snow off tall building rooftops. One midnight I was coming out from school library. Before me was a picture from Robert Frost's 'stopping by wood on a snowy evening'. Let's disregard the loosely planted shrubs as substitutes for a woody forest. BUT I UNDERSTAND NOW! I know why you're so reluctant to leave!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

LILY电子报

Ether饭网做的电子报很精致,看到ARIA的盛夏那一章,背景音乐用的是久石让的“菊次郎的夏天”,充满青草味道的夏天气味。照片是水蓝的调调,干净的马路平缓延伸,绽放的花朵,蓝天,还是蓝天。感受这些色彩和文字,深刻的意识到光是呼吸就愉悦的纯粹快乐才是最真的。有人说太阳晒过的青草丛有人体肌肤的味道,白花绽放,正午的云朵在伸手可及的地方悠然飘过。精神处于极度饱和状态。

自恋

下次记得在拒绝别人的时候只需一个“不”,干干净净不带仁慈却让彼此都无愧离开。高举谈恋爱的资格与责任这么冠冕堂皇的挡箭牌,反让人生气。若是无爱心,便是虚伪。若是没信心,就是自恋。无论如何,你都把自己保护的如此严密,我也怪不了你,你在哪儿都成了一级秘密。

Saturday, February 10, 2007

唉。。。

昨天拿回一月初的考卷,考得还真烂,安慰自己说这有很多因素,说穿了就是没复习就上了。尽量不要去想,还是要往前看。不管怎么说还是到了一个小低谷,上网查邮件,读新闻,上论坛,过不久就开始想自己到底在做什么呢。

在等一个人的email回应。无法理解没有查收邮件习惯的人,或是看到了但不回,或是需要不少时间回。什么都好,查一下邮件吧,一切从这里开始。

下周三个考试,然后是reading week,春节哈哈。老哥说他七年没在家过春节,我过了一次比他强不少。这几年想到春节就想到奶奶还能撑多久,一年过了就是一年,老人家在十几平米的活动范围内慢慢挪动脚步,多数时间因为不适在床上躺着,就是这样的周率过了一年又一年。然后她开始盼哥哥结婚生子,这还有可能实现。最后剩下我这个最小的,上面都已成家立业,她怕是没这眼福。想到奶奶最先出现一个轮廓,类似粽子或是饭团,然后是网状纹路框住的一双眼睛尖锐有神。老人真是不可思议,唯独那双眼睛在十米外也能瞅见我脸上的痘。死亡这个词有太多恐惧与神伤所以大家含在嘴里不说,却又不时支吾暗示。我干脆闭嘴吧。

Friday, February 09, 2007

Vagabond

There seems to be a common theme in Ondaatje's prose. Many themes out there in fact,and 'scar' being one of those I read in critics' essays. He constantly detaches his characters from institutions, governments, countries and thereby abandoning the definition of purpose of living from macroscopic point of view and concentrates more on the solitary status of characters in a superficial 'self grace', which I feel could be an obstinate and melancholic expression of deep longings withheld by boundaries, the exact object he so tirelessly circulates and scorns to some extent.It's a vagabond feeling which probably stems from his early childhood experience.I don't think I understand it entirely although I could identify with part of it. And it's all based on a gnawing gut feeling.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Nude writers?

You don't want to miss this =D

The Naked Truth: Authors Who Write in the Buff.



Writing takes a lot of focus - here are a few authors who got rid of all sorts of distractions, including their clothes, while writing:

When Victor Hugo [wiki], the famous author of great tomes such as Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, ran into a writer’s block, he concocted a unique scheme to force himself to write: he had his servant take all of his clothes away for the day and leave his own nude self with only pen and paper, so he’d have nothing to do but sit down and write.

Ernest Hemingway [wiki] did not only write A Farewell to Arms, he also said farewell to clothes! The inside dirt is that Hemingway wrote nude, standing up, with his typewriter about waist level. Indeed, there might be a nudist streak in the Hemingway genes: Ernest’s cousin Edward Hemingway opened Britain’s oldest nudist colony, a nine-bedroom chateau called Metherell Towers, back in the 1930s!
Perhaps it’s not so surprising that D.H. Lawrence [wiki], who wrote the controversial (and censored) erotic book Lady Chatterley’s Lover, liked to climb mulberry trees, in the nude, before coming down to write.
James Whitcomb Riley [wiki], America’s "Hoosier Poet," had his friends lock him up in a hotel room to write, naked, so he wouldn’t be tempted to go down to the bar for a drink.
French poet and author Edmond Rostand [wiki], who is best known for his play Cyrano de Bergerac, was so sick of being interrupted by his friends that he took up working naked in his bathtub.
Apparently Rostand wasn’t the only one with this bright idea - Benjamin Franklin [wiki] also liked to take baths. In fact, he liked to take "air baths," where he sit around naked in a cold room for an hour or so while he wrote.

Mystery writer Agatha Christie [wiki], whose books have been translated in 40 languages and outsold only by the Bible and Shakespeare, liked to write anywhere, including in the bathtub!

Sources: A Blank Page by Sam Elmore, In The Nude by So Many Books, Literary Life and Other Curiosities by Robert Hendrickson, Dressing to Write by Bibi’s Beat.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

World under microscope

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Eternal

I'd rather they didn't get dug out that way. But now we know. Wait, maybe they're twins??

News from MSNBC

Couple still hugging 5,000 years on
Archaeologists in Italy have discovered a couple buried in eternal embrace

Image: Eternal embrace
Enrico Pajello / Reuters
A pair of human skeletons lie in an eternal embrace at an Neolithic archaeological dig site near Mantova, Italy. Archaeologists in northern Italy believe the couple was buried 5,000-6,000 years ago, their arms still wrapped around each other in an eternal embrace.


ROME - Call it the eternal embrace.

Archaeologists in Italy have discovered a couple buried 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, hugging each other.

"It's an extraordinary case," said Elena Menotti, who led the team on their dig near the northern city of Mantova.

"There has not been a double burial found in the Neolithic period, much less two people hugging — and they really are hugging."

Menotti said she believed the two, almost certainly a man and a woman although that needs to be confirmed, died young because their teeth were mostly intact and not worn down.

"I must say that when we discovered it, we all became very excited. I've been doing this job for 25 years. I've done digs at Pompeii, all the famous sites," she told Reuters.

"But I've never been so moved because this is the discovery of something special."

Monday, February 05, 2007

Marathon

7km ahead c'mon let's go! I almost dashed out like an arrow.
'wait wait wait ' you waved a pause and slowly bent down to check your shoelace.
It was perfectly tied, to the minutest detail. The butterfly shape was beautiful.
You felt for the tip, hesitated and pulled it apart till everything came loose.
I frowned, hands akimbo, waiting.
You retied the left. Untied the right. Retied the right. Just when you were about to straighten up, you bent down again to redo your left.
Untie, retie, tie.
Like a beast I tore away your shoes and hurled them across the sky, together with mine.
We stared at each other in silence.
And started to walk. Bare-footed. Together. In grace.

我向别人求婚,也很自然。

Icecream and such

3h lab talk. Sat there like a stone listening to the rest wrestling a 'heated discussion' while in fact it sounded more like wild bargains in a wet market and everyone was caught up in their own thought not addressing the obvious. Frustration steaming through my skull, I sat, listened, not listening, listened, and so on. Our prof is the wisest I have to say despite the way he gestures. Yes I have a problem with that sissy finger waggling and lazy hunchback but despite all of that, he's right on bull's eye. Next week is my turn to talk good Lord. But I have to cancel it coz I have two tests coming up and nothing's been working as usual.

After I paid for my 10kg worth of grocery stuffed in 4 big plastic bags, I slipped my way through the crowd and came out into broad daylight (pavement i mean). Snowflakes were streaming through the sky like cotton pieces from broken quilt, must be a huge quilt. Stunned. Jeopardized. How am I gonna make it home with my 10kg baby in this snow? In the end I took the streetcar and walked for 5min, the maximum walking range I could uphold.

Bought 2L cream n cookies icecream which is on-sale. The box was too big it wouldn't fit in my small freezer. Transferred everything to my super plastic bowl. The result was magnificent!



New roses which won't last till Valentine's if the Earth still goes one round every 24h.


Tonight's dinner. Tried to make it Korean style, to no avail. Bean sprouts, tofu, shrimp, onions medley. You have to use the right SAUCE no matter what. Never mix sichuan spice with spoonfuls of sugar. That's my favourite bowl to the right but guizi said it looked like tumor outgrowth =(

Weekend

很晚才起,连续做梦,梦的精疲力尽醒来后一直发呆。二哥寄来十二个半满的玻璃瓶,里面是玫瑰红色的液体,每个瓶子上都写着字,记得有海棠花的字样。刚买来的书翻了几页被Sherry扔到湖中央,气歪嘴的我把她那件外套扔到湖里陪葬。就是这样的梦,真折寿。

J的email事件时不时会想起,觉得真作孽,受伤的人要学会好好疼自己,要坚信幸福的来临。又联想到前天听的一个关于历史演变的演讲,人的价值观因经济文化不同而各有所异,对美丑的定义也截然不同。先不谈互相欣赏,那是更上一层(也未必有这一层)的精神境界,就先说互相了解。了解的目的并非“同化”,而是在彼此的差异上建筑起能让彼此受益或彼此都付出最少代价的交流共识。人到底是自私的,我同意那位演讲者'Let's build peace on optimal interest'的观点因为我并不相信博爱。接而扩充到很多事情上,做生意,谈政治,过日子,还有恋爱。不爱我的我不爱,所以也想开吧,找个至少关心你的人,慢慢营业。

三天窝在家里终于出去了一趟,零下-14,加上wind chill实际温度是-27。经不起诱惑吃了一根冰棍(西瓜味),桂子说我是神经病,其实没有那么冷。在二手店找到Jane Hirshfiled的Nine Gates,心脏咯楞跳了一下,没想到还有她的书,而且只要3块钱。。。

书桌上寄居的零碎物品





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Jady:

oooooooh ultra nice messy desktop! that fish bone thingie! and cat! and cow! and book! and icecream in winter (a MOST heavenly thing!)! i won't be having that very dark and cryptic dream if i had all those..what's with the rosy bottles? sounds mystic...poetic...and like my vodka bottle. ^^

just watched The Holiday (very out of season)..dunno if u had watched it. a regular xmas feat that makes one feel warm and fuzzy and mushy..(not that i have anything against that). kate winslet's character is this book editor having a very unrequited love towards a writer who treats her confusingly, exploitingly and horribly, and who announces his engagement to another woman at the last minute, breaking her heart. sounds kinda familiar eh. and awwww i just love it when this woman finally 'flipped out' and gave a breathtaking impromptu of 'you've been treating me horribly', kicked guy out and started anew with an enormous smile and confidence. (and of course, all ended well with a deserving, funny and kind man that is jack black, lol). i thought maybe if i watched this heartening thing earlier maybe things would be be taking a different turn somewhere, but then again i think whatever happened that led up to here and now happened and is all great, might be slower and painful this way to see self meander and rollercoaster and eventually grow, but it's a sturdier and truer growth. blabbering... just wanna say that as shocking to you as the rotten status of this correspondence, don't take it too...i dunno, too weightily. you know how much of a willingly blind dodo people in love or perpetual infatuation can be--though i still hold my gratitude--but how much to indulge and not hold self back, and then not have a constant despairing sense of a life drained and damaged, hereafter and forever? maybe if i tell you things earlier, from the beginning and skipping nothing, you'd very soon hop around in disbelief and indignation at my no-brain-ness and his indescribable and impenetrable whatever-ness--you just don't treat people that way. (or maybe just too idealistic an expectation of people? sometimes i wish who i loved was a villain, at least villains are absolute and have strength of character! but what is him...i don't even know) a Holiday line goes, maybe, because you are hoping you were wrong. every time he does something that tells you he's no good, you ignore it. And every time he comes through and suprises you, he wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that he's not for you." some rightly cold splash to the face. yeah, i'm going to pull through. done blabbering.

and throwing you the funny opening monologue (bang!)! i love winslet!!! darn this is a long email...7_7

And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

余华 - 爱情故事



作者简介

余华,浙江海盐人,海盐这个地方,是杭州湾里的一座小城。这小城里的小胡同,宛如密林中的幽深小径。还有石板铺成的小街,用脚踩上去有晃晃悠悠的感觉。还有一条从余华家窗下流淌过去而使余华讨厌的肮脏阴沉的河。余华的父亲是山东人,母亲是浙江人,父母都是牙医。他从小就感到家中有一种压抑和困禁,渴望自由开放。余华生于1960年4月3日,1977年高中毕业后待业。从1978年开始当了5年牙科医生,1984年《北京文艺》给他发表了第一篇小说《星星》,25岁那一年,他又写出了《十八岁出门远行》。余华的创作,曾经深受川端康成、和卡夫卡的影响,后来他从他们的艺术中解脱出来,探索自己的艺术道路。1984年他写出了《四月三日事件》、《一九八六年》等小说,开始展露了他独具个性的文学才华。1988年的年初他发表了极有影响的《现实一种》,作家及其作品的价值得到了充分的肯定。余华自己似乎也产生了一种强烈的自信,他感悟到人和人之间的那种残酷状态,也可以用一种非常潇洒的轻松情调来描画。接着,他又发表了《世事如烟》、《此文献给少女杨柳》等小说,又不断地取得新的成就。余华从处女作《十八岁出门远行》开始到《世事如烟》等作品,在比较短的时间里,以跳跃式的姿态达到了一个又一个的文学高度。他越来越自如地开拓了自己的文学天地,构筑了自己独有的艺术世界。


[短篇] 爱情故事

一九七七年的秋天和两个少年有关。在那个天空明亮的日子里,他们乘坐一辆嘎吱作响的公共汽车,去四十里以外的某个地方。车票是男孩买的,女孩一直躲在车站外的一根水泥电线杆后。在她的四周飘扬着落叶和尘土,水泥电线杆发出的嗡嗡声覆盖着周围错综复杂的声响,女孩此刻的心情像一页课文一样单调,她偷偷望着车站敞开的小门,她的目光平静如水。然后男孩从车站走了出来,他的脸色苍白而又憔悴。他知道女孩躲在何处,但他没有看她。他往那座桥的方向走了过去,他在走过去时十分紧张地左顾右盼。不久之后他走到了桥上,他心神不安地站住了脚,然后才朝那边的女孩望了一眼。他看到女孩此刻正看着自己,他便狠狠地盯了她一眼,可她依旧看着他。他非常生气地转过脸去。在此后的一段时间里,他一直站在桥上,他一直没有看她。但他总觉得她始终都在看着自己,这个想法使他惊慌失措。后来他确定四周没有熟人,才朝她走去。他走过去时的胆战心惊,她丝毫不觉。她看到这个白皙的少年在阳光里走来时十分动人。她内心微微有些激动,因此她脸上露出了笑容。然而他走到她身旁后却对她的笑容表示了愤怒,他低声说:“这种时候你还能笑?”

  她的美丽微笑还未成长便被他摧残了。她有些紧张地望着他,因为他的神色有些凶狠。这种凶狠此刻还在继续下去,他说:“我说过多少次,你不要看我,你要装着不认识我。你为什么看我?真讨厌。”她没有丝毫反抗的表示,只是将目光从他脸上无声地移开。她看着地上一片枯黄的树叶,听着他从牙缝里出来的声音。他告诉她:“上车以后你先找到座位坐下,如果没有熟人,我就坐到你身旁。如果有熟人,我就站在车门旁。记住,我们互相不要说话。”他将车票递了过去,她拿住后他就走开了。他没有走向候车室,而是走向那座桥。

  这个女孩在十多年之后接近三十岁的时候,就坐在我的对面。我们一起坐在一间黄昏的屋子里,那是我们的寓所。我们的窗帘垂挂在两端,落日的余辉在窗台上飘浮。她坐在窗前的一把椅子里,正在织一条天蓝色的围巾。此刻围巾的长度已经超过了她的身高,可她还在往下织。坐在她对面的我,曾在一九七七年的秋天与她一起去那个四十里以外的地方。我们在五岁的时候就相互认识,这种认识经过长途跋涉以后,导致了婚姻的出现。我们的第一次性生活是在我们十六岁行将结束时完成的。她第一次怀孕也是在那时候。她此刻坐在窗前的姿势已经重复了五年,因此我看着她的目光怎么还会有激情?多年来,她总是在我眼前晃来晃去,这种晃来晃去使我沮丧无比。我的最大错误就是在结婚的前一夜,没有及时意识到她一生都将在我眼前晃来晃去。所以我的生活才变得越来越陈旧。现在她在织着围巾的时候,我手里正拿着作家洪峰的一封信。洪峰的美妙经历感动了我,我觉得自己没有理由将这种旧报纸似的生活继续下去。

  因此我像她重复的坐姿一样重复着现在的话,我不断向她指明的,是青梅竹马的可怕。我一次又一次地问她:

  “难道你不觉得我太熟悉了吗?”

  但她始终以一种迷茫的神色望着我。

  我继续说:“我们从五岁的时候就认识了,二十多年后我们居然还在一起。我们谁还能指望对方来改变自己呢?”

  她总是在这个时候表现出一些慌乱。

  “你对我来说,早已如一张贴在墙上的白纸一样一览无余。而我对于你,不也同样如此?”

  我看到她眼泪流下来时显得有些愚蠢。

  我仍然往下说:“我们唯一可做的事只剩下回忆过去。可是过多的回忆,使我们的过去像每日的早餐那样,总在预料之中。”我们的第一次性生活是我们十六岁行将结束时完成的。在那个没有月光的夜晚,我们在学校操场中央的草地上,我们颤抖不已地拥抱在一起,是因为我们胆战心惊。不远的那条小路上,有拿着手电走过的人,他们的说话声在夜空里像匕首一样锋利,好几次都差点使我仓皇而逃。只是因为我被她紧紧抱住,才使我现在回忆当初的情景时,没有明显地看到自己的狼狈。

我一想到那个夜晚就会感受到草地上露珠的潮湿。当我的手侵入她的衣服时,她热烈的体温使我不停地打寒战。我的手在她的腹部往下进入,我开始感受到如草地一样的潮湿了。起先我什么都不想干,我觉得抚摸一下就足够了。可是后来我非常想看一眼,我很想知道那地方是怎么回事。但是在那个没有月光的夜晚,我凑过去闻到的只是一股平淡的气味。在那个黑乎乎潮湿的地方所散发的气味,是我以前从未闻到过的气味。然而这种气味并未像我以前想象的那么激动人心。尽管如此,在不久之后我还是干了那桩事。欲望的一往无前差点毁了我,在此后很多的日子里,我设计了多种自杀与逃亡的方案。在她越来越像孕妇的时候,我接近崩溃的绝望使我对当初只有几分钟天旋地转般的快乐痛恨无比。在一九七七年秋天的那一日,我与她一起前往四十里以外的那个地方,我希望那家坐落在马路旁的医院能够证实一切都是一场虚惊。她面临困难所表现出来的紧张,并未像我那样来势凶猛。当我提出应该去医院检查一下时,她马上想起那个四十里以外的地方。她当时表现的冷静与理智使我暗暗有些吃惊。她提出的这个地方向我暗示了一种起码的安全,这样将会没人知道我们所进行的这次神秘的检查。可是她随后颇有激情地提起五年前她曾去过那个地方,她对那个地方街道的描述,以及泊在海边退役的海轮的抒情,使我十分生气。我告诉她我们准备前往并不是为了游玩,而是一次要命的检查。这次检查关系到我们是否还能活下去。我告诉她这次检查的结果若证实她确已怀孕,那么我们将被学校开除,将被各自的父母驱出家门。有关我们的传闻将像街上的灰尘一样经久不息。我们最后只能:“自杀。”她只有在这个时候才显得惊慌失措。几年以后她告诉我,我当时的脸色十分恐怖。我当时对我们的结局的设计,显然使她大吃一惊。可是她即便在惊慌失措的时候也从不真正绝望。她认为起码是她的父母不会把她驱出家庭,但她承认她的父母会惩罚她。她安慰我:

  “惩罚比自杀好。”那天我是最后一个上车的,我从后面看着她上车,她不停地向我回身张望。我让她不要看我,反复提醒在她那里始终是一页白纸。我上车的时候汽车已经发动起来。我没有立刻走向我的座位,而是站在门旁。我的目光在车内所有的脸上转来转去,我看到起码有二十张曾经见过的脸。因此我无法走向自己的座位,我只能站在这辆已经行驶的汽车里。我看着那条破烂不堪的公路怎样捉弄着我们的汽车。我感到自己像是被装在瓶子里,然后被人不停地摇晃。后来我听到她在叫我的声音,她的声音使我蓦然产生无比的恐惧。我因为她的不懂事而极为愤怒,我没有答理。我希望她因此终止那种叫声,可是她那种令人讨厌的叫声却不停地重复着。我只能转过头去,我知道自己此刻的脸色像路旁的杂草一样青得可怕。然而她脸上却洋溢着天真烂漫的笑容,她佯装吃惊的样子表示了她与我是意外相遇。然后她邀请我坐在她身旁的空座位上。我只能走过去。我在她身旁坐下以后感到她的身体有意紧挨着我。她说了很多话,可我一句都没有听进去,我为了掩饰只能不停地点头。这一切使我心烦意乱。那时候她偷偷捏住了我的手指,我立刻甩开她的手。在这种时候她居然还会这样,真要把我气疯过去。此刻她才重视我的愤怒,她不再说话,自然也不会伸过手来。她似乎十分委屈地转过脸去,望着车外萧杀的景色。然而她的安静并未保持多久,在汽车一次剧烈的震颤后,她突然哧哧笑了起来。接着凑近我偷偷说:“腹内的小孩震出来了。”

  她的玩笑只能加剧我的气愤,因此我凑近她咬牙切齿地低声说:“闭上你的嘴。”后来我看到了几艘泊在海边的轮船,有两艘已被拆得惨不忍睹,只有一艘暂且完整无损。有几只灰色的鸟在海边水草上盘旋。汽车在驶入车站大约几分钟以后,两个少年从车站出口处走了出来。那时候一辆卡车从他们身旁驶过,扬起的灰尘将他们的身体涂改了一下。

男孩此刻铁青着脸,他一声不吭地往前走。女孩似乎有些害怕地跟在他身后,她不时偷偷看他侧面的脸色。男孩在走到一条胡同口时,没有走向医院的方向,而是走入了胡同。女孩也走了进去。男孩一直走到胡同的中央才站住脚,女孩也站住了脚。他们共同看着一个中年的女人走来,又看着她走出胡同。然后男孩低声吼了起来:

  “你为什么叫我?”

  女孩委屈地看着他,然后才说:

  “我怕你站着太累。”男孩继续吼道:“我说过多少次了,你别看我。可你总看我,而且还叫我的名字,用手捏我。”这时有两个男人从胡同口走来,男孩不再说话,女孩也没有辩解。那两个男人从他们身边走过时,兴趣十足地看了他们一眼。两个男人走过去以后,男孩就往胡同口走去了,女孩迟疑了一下也跟了上去。

  他们默不作声地走在通往医院的大街上。男孩此刻不再怒气冲冲,在医院越来越接近的时候,他显得越来越忧心忡忡。他转过脸去看着身旁的女孩,女孩的双眼正望着前方。从她有些迷茫的眼神里,他感到医院就在前面。

  然后他们来到了医院的门厅,挂号处空空荡荡。男孩此刻突然胆怯起来,他不由走出门厅,站在外面。他这时突然害怕地感到自己会被人抓住,他没有丝毫勇气进入眼下的冒险。当女孩也走出门厅时,他找到了掩盖自己胆怯的理由,他要让女孩独自去冒险,而自己则随时准备逃之夭夭。他告诉她:他继续陪着她实在太危险,别人一眼就会看出这两个少年干了什么坏事。他让她:

  “你一个人去吧。”她没有表示异议,点了点头后就走了进去。他看着她走到挂号处的窗前,她从口袋里掏出钱来时没有显出一丝紧张。他听到她告诉里面的人她叫什么名字,她二十岁。名字是假的,年龄也是假的。这些他事先并未设计好。然后他听到她说:“妇科。”这两个字使他不寒而栗,他感到她的声音有些疲倦。接着她离开窗口转身看了他一眼,随后走上楼梯。她手里拿着的病历在上楼时摇摇晃晃。

  男孩一直看着她的身影在楼梯上消失,然后才将目光移开。他感到心情越来越沉重,呼吸也困难起来。他望着大街上的目光在此刻杂乱无章。他在那里站了好长一段时间,那个楼梯总有人下来,可是她一直没有下来。他不由害怕起来,他感到自己所干的事已在这个楼上被揭发。这个想法变得越来越真实,因此他也越发紧张。他决定逃离这个地方,于是便往大街对面走去,他在横穿大街时显得丧魂落魄。他来到街对面后,没有停留,而是立刻钻入一家商店。

  那是一家杂货店,一个丑陋不堪的年轻女子站在柜台内一副无所事事的模样。另一边有两个男人在拉玻璃,他便走到近旁看着他们。同时不时地往街对面的医院望上一眼。那是一块青色的玻璃,两个男人都在抽烟,因此玻璃上有几堆小小的烟灰。两个男人那种没有心事的无聊模样,使他更为沉重。他看着钻石在玻璃上划过时出现一道白痕,那声音仿佛破裂似的来回响着。不久后女孩出现在街对面,她站在一棵梧桐树旁有些不知所措地在寻找男孩。男孩透过商店布满灰尘的窗玻璃看到了她。他看到女孩身后并未站着可疑的人,于是立刻走出商店。他在穿越街道时,她便看到了他。待他走到近旁,她向他苦笑一下,低声说:“有了。”男孩像一棵树一样半晌没有动弹,仅有的一丝希望在此刻彻底破灭了。他望着眼前愁眉不展的女孩说:

  “怎么办呢?”女孩轻声说:“我不知道。”

  男孩继续说:“怎么办呢?

  女孩安慰他:“别去想这些了,我们去那些商店看看吧。”

  男孩摇摇头,说:“我不想去。”

  女孩不再说话,她看着大街上来回的车辆,几个行人过来时发出嘻嘻笑声。他们过去以后,女孩再次说:

  “去商店看看吧。”男孩还是说:“我不想去。”

  他们一直站在那里,很久以后男孩才有气无力地说:“我们回去吧。”女孩点点头。然后他们往回走去。走不多远,在一家商店前,女孩站住了脚,她拉住男孩的衣袖,说道:

  “我们进去看看吧。”男孩迟疑了一会儿就和她一起走入商店。他们在一条白色的学生裙前站了很久,女孩一直看着这条裙子,她告诉男孩:“我很喜欢这条裙子。”

  女孩的嗓音在十六岁时已经固定下来。在此后的十多年里,她的声音几乎每日都要在我的耳边盘旋。这种过于熟悉的声音,已将我的激情清扫。因此在此刻的黄昏里,我看着坐在对面的妻子,只会感到越来越疲倦。她还在织着那条天蓝色的围巾。她的脸依然还是过去的脸。只是此刻的脸已失去昔日的弹性。她脸上的皱纹是在我的目光下成长起来的,我熟悉它们犹如熟悉自己的手掌。现在她开始注意我的话了。

  “在你还没有说话的时候,我就知道你要说什么;在每天中午十一点半和傍晚五点的时候,我知道你要回家了。我可以在一百个女人的脚步声里,听出你的声音。而我对你来说,不也同样如此?”她停止了织毛衣的动作,她开始认真地望着我。

  我继续说:“因此我们互相都不可能使对方感到惊喜。我们最多只能给对方一点高兴,而这种高兴在大街上到处都有。”这时她开口说话了,她说:

  “我明白你的意思了。”

  “是吗?”我不知道该如何对付她这句话。所以我只能这么说。她又说:“我明白你的意思了。”

  我看到她的眼泪流了出来。

  她说:“你是想把我一脚踢开。”

  我没有否认,而是说:“这话多难听。”

  她又重复道:“你想把我一脚踢开。”她的眼泪在继续流。

  “这话太难听了。”我说。然后我建议道:

  “让我们共同来回忆一下往事吧。”

  “是最后一次吗?”她问。

  我回避她的问话,继续说:“我们的回忆从什么时候开始呢?”“是最后一次吧?”她仍然这样问。

  “从一九七七年的秋天开始吧。”我说,“我们坐上那辆嘎吱作响的汽车,去四十里以外的那个地方,去检查你是否已经怀孕。那个时候我可真是丧魂落魄。”

  “你没有丧魂落魄。”她说。

  “你不用安慰我,我确实丧魂落魄了。”

  “不,你没有丧魂落魄。”她再次这样说,“我从认识你到现在,你只有一次丧魂落魄。”

  我问:“什么时候?”“现在。”她回答。

Friday, February 02, 2007

脆弱

好久没有生病了,哪怕是小感冒之类也极少,就这样自以为身体不错的持续了近三年。昨天再次体会到了“病”的魔力,扒在抽水马桶旁把胃酸吐了个干净,几分钟前吃下去的黄连素还未消化就混着酸水涌了出去。喉腔充斥着呕吐物的酸臭和黄连素的苦味,什么事情都不想做,吃什么都吐,走路不到几步就头晕,这个时候真的难过了,终于有理由可以小哭一下排解身体的不适。实验课都没去,在家睡了一天,醒来摸到发梢干燥的起毛,八成是脱水。想吃水果糖,吃冷饮,吃八宝粥,想来全是甜食,也许是低糖的本能反应。小时候也有过一次相同的症状,低烧,喝水都会吐,医生说是急性肠胃炎。那时候有妈妈照顾真幸福啊。不过看现在的走势也不错,大概再一天就能康复了。

整理照片帖几张静物上来。







Thursday, February 01, 2007

Poses



Poses
Rufus Wainwright

The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And Ive got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses

Theres never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

The green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
All these poses oh how can you blame me
Life is a game and true love is a trophy

And you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding

Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For to smokes the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
Im drunk and wearing flip-flops on fifth avenue

Once youve fallen from classical virtue
Wont have a soul for to wake up and hold you

In the green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Made me a man ah but who cares what that it

And you said watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no well you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding