今早買的小綠菊在途中淋了雨,倏地綻放開來。
青翠初生的綠色有著優雅與生命力,很美。
Utopia 。 Heterotopia
落下的點與消逝有關。
是變動,是個旅程。
落下與消逝是後半段,還有前半段,
但是當時想不到適當的句子。
它是個巡迴。
前半段的文字是"天降"之類的,在落下之前。
而落下與消逝之間還有"依附"與"過渡"之類的。
我當時其實想把整個寫成一段文字
但最後只寫了兩行。
2009.08.04 TAIPEI
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耶路撒冷文學獎在二月的時候頒給了日本小說家村上春樹。
根據報導:「耶路撒冷文學獎創辦於1963年,每兩年頒發一次,意在表彰其作品涉及人類自由、人與社會和政治間關係的作家。往屆得主包括亞瑟‧米勒、蘇珊‧桑塔格、伯特蘭‧羅素、VS.奈波爾、J.M.柯慈、博爾赫斯、米蘭‧昆德拉、西蒙‧波娃、奧克塔維奧‧帕斯(Octavio Paz, 1914-1998,墨西哥詩人、散文家)和巴爾加斯‧略薩等人,皆為大名流。耶路撒冷書展在其官方網站上形容,村上乃「當代最偉大的作家之一」,其作品已被譯成40種語言,廣受嘉許,在以色列,他也是讀者最多的外國作家之一。該獎聲明讚揚了村上的藝術成就和「對人民的愛」,並稱:「他的人道主義清晰地呈現於其作品中。」第24屆耶路撒冷國際書展將於2月15日至20日舉行。村上春樹將於書展開幕當天在耶路撒冷國際會議中心受獎。」
村上獲獎是其次,我想說的是他在加薩發表的那場演講,以及中東加薩走廊地區的複雜背景,所引發出對生而為人的思考。
2008年底,中東加薩走廊爆發戰火,震驚世界。先是哈瑪斯組織12月24日對以色列南部進行猛烈攻擊,發射了六、七十枚火箭與迫擊砲,接著就是以色列27日開始的強力報復,一連五天空中攻擊,造成加薩傷亡逾千。這裡面的新仇舊恨錯綜複雜,操盤主導的當然是政治利益的角力,種族與宗教的神聖藉口不過是被操弄的工具。
村上演講的全文內容如下,有網友將其翻譯成了中文。值得一讀。
"Always on the side of the egg" By Haruki Murakami
I have come to Jerusalem today as a novelist, which is to say as a professional spinner of lies.
Of course, novelists are not the only ones who tell lies. Politicians do it, too, as we all know. Diplomats and military men tell their own kinds of lies on occasion, as do used car salesmen, butchers and builders. The lies of novelists differ from others, however, in that no one criticizes the novelist as immoral for telling them. Indeed, the bigger and better his lies and the more ingeniously he creates them, the more he is likely to be praised by the public and the critics. Why should that be?
My answer would be this: Namely, that by telling skillful lies - which is to say, by making up fictions that appear to be true - the novelist can bring a truth out to a new location and shine a new light on it. In most cases, it is virtually impossible to grasp a truth in its original form and depict it accurately. This is why we try to grab its tail by luring the truth from its hiding place, transferring it to a fictional location, and replacing it with a fictional form. In order to accomplish this, however, we first have to clarify where the truth lies within us. This is an important qualification for making up good lies.
Today, however, I have no intention of lying. I will try to be as honest as I can. There are a few days in the year when I do not engage in telling lies, and today happens to be one of them.
So let me tell you the truth. A fair number of people advised me not to come here to accept the Jerusalem Prize. Some even warned me they would instigate a boycott of my books if I came.
The reason for this, of course, was the fierce battle that was raging in Gaza. The UN reported that more than a thousand people had lost their lives in the blockaded Gaza City, many of them unarmed citizens - children and old people.
Any number of times after receiving notice of the award, I asked myself whether traveling to Israel at a time like this and accepting a literary prize was the proper thing to do, whether this would create the impression that I supported one side in the conflict, that I endorsed the policies of a nation that chose to unleash its overwhelming military power. This is an impression, of course, that I would not wish to give. I do not approve of any war, and I do not support any nation. Neither, of course, do I wish to see my books subjected to a boycott.
Finally, however, after careful consideration, I made up my mind to come here. One reason for my decision was that all too many people advised me not to do it. Perhaps, like many other novelists, I tend to do the exact opposite of what I am told. If people are telling me - and especially if they are warning me - "don't go there," "don't do that," I tend to want to "go there" and "do that." It's in my nature, you might say, as a novelist. Novelists are a special breed. They cannot genuinely trust anything they have not seen with their own eyes or touched with their own hands.
And that is why I am here. I chose to come here rather than stay away. I chose to see for myself rather than not to see. I chose to speak to you rather than to say nothing.
This is not to say that I am here to deliver a political message. To make judgments about right and wrong is one of the novelist's most important duties, of course.
It is left to each writer, however, to decide upon the form in which he or she will convey those judgments to others. I myself prefer to transform them into stories - stories that tend toward the surreal. Which is why I do not intend to stand before you today delivering a direct political message.
Please do, however, allow me to deliver one very personal message. It is something that I always keep in mind while I am writing fiction. I have never gone so far as to write it on a piece of paper and paste it to the wall: Rather, it is carved into the wall of my mind, and it goes something like this:
"Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg."
Yes, no matter how right the wall may be and how wrong the egg, I will stand with the egg. Someone else will have to decide what is right and what is wrong; perhaps time or history will decide. If there were a novelist who, for whatever reason, wrote works standing with the wall, of what value would such works be?
What is the meaning of this metaphor? In some cases, it is all too simple and clear. Bombers and tanks and rockets and white phosphorus shells are that high, solid wall. The eggs are the unarmed civilians who are crushed and burned and shot by them. This is one meaning of the metaphor.
This is not all, though. It carries a deeper meaning. Think of it this way. Each of us is, more or less, an egg. Each of us is a unique, irreplaceable soul enclosed in a fragile shell. This is true of me, and it is true of each of you. And each of us, to a greater or lesser degree, is confronting a high, solid wall. The wall has a name: It is The System. The System is supposed to protect us, but sometimes it takes on a life of its own, and then it begins to kill us and cause us to kill others - coldly, efficiently, systematically.
I have only one reason to write novels, and that is to bring the dignity of the individual soul to the surface and shine a light upon it. The purpose of a story is to sound an alarm, to keep a light trained on The System in order to prevent it from tangling our souls in its web and demeaning them. I fully believe it is the novelist's job to keep trying to clarify the uniqueness of each individual soul by writing stories - stories of life and death, stories of love, stories that make people cry and quake with fear and shake with laughter. This is why we go on, day after day, concocting fictions with utter seriousness.
My father died last year at the age of 90. He was a retired teacher and a part-time Buddhist priest. When he was in graduate school, he was drafted into the army and sent to fight in China. As a child born after the war, I used to see him every morning before breakfast offering up long, deeply-felt prayers at the Buddhist altar in our house. One time I asked him why he did this, and he told me he was praying for the people who had died in the war.
He was praying for all the people who died, he said, both ally and enemy alike. Staring at his back as he knelt at the altar, I seemed to feel the shadow of death hovering around him.
My father died, and with him he took his memories, memories that I can never know. But the presence of death that lurked about him remains in my own memory. It is one of the few things I carry on from him, and one of the most important.
I have only one thing I hope to convey to you today. We are all human beings, individuals transcending nationality and race and religion, fragile eggs faced with a solid wall called The System. To all appearances, we have no hope of winning. The wall is too high, too strong - and too cold. If we have any hope of victory at all, it will have to come from our believing in the utter uniqueness and irreplaceability of our own and others' souls and from the warmth we gain by joining souls together.
Take a moment to think about this. Each of us possesses a tangible, living soul. The System has no such thing. We must not allow The System to exploit us. We must not allow The System to take on a life of its own. The System did not make us: We made The System.
That is all I have to say to you.
I am grateful to have been awarded the Jerusalem Prize. I am grateful that my books are being read by people in many parts of the world. And I am glad to have had the opportunity to speak to you here today.
2009/01/05 中國時報
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Alicia Bock 的攝影作品美得令人著迷!
在網路上偶然發現這位自學而成的攝影家,不由得讓我深深地沉溺在她那充滿時間感與懷舊式的影像之中。
簡單的靜物、風景構圖裡似乎有著抓住你的什麼,凝視著照片久了,彷彿脫離了真真實實的所在之處,跳進過往溫暖的時光。聽得見浪聲、風聲以及感受著照片裡的日光。


Alicia Bock 現居於密西根州.蘭辛市(Lansing, MI)。
她童年的時間在美國密西根(Michigan)與佛羅里達(Florida)渡過,所以海洋便常常成為她攝影的題材之一。她追尋光與影和對大海的感知,就是為了讓記憶裡的一切不斷延續。
對我而言,Alicia Bock 的影像就像是一個連結過去與現在的媒介,召喚著回憶與某種深刻的內在情感。

Alicia Bock 除了以靜物、風景為題材外,也常常以人物為主題,每張照片彷彿都在訴說著一個故事,洋溢著安寧的幸福感。
我才真正明白,原來簡單的影像,也能有這麼深厚的力量。
Alicia Bock 個人網站
Blog : Bloom, Grow, Love
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哈金的這本長篇小說我愛不釋手!
雖然這本小說所敘述的是在1989年始,男主角武男一家三口在美國的辛苦遭逢與生活經歷。但字裡行間的描述卻每每讓我感同身受,讓我一邊細細讀著、一邊腦中反身檢視自我的衝突,有時甚至覺得哈金筆下的武男根本就是自己。
哈金的文字樸實,這讓我想起侯導的電影,沒有多大的哲理,就寫實而已。
小說的故事看似平常,卻也深刻地描繪出生命的樣貌,進而將隱沒在巨大社會結構下的衝突一一赤裸裸地展現。
突然,反身映照在自己現實生活中,覺得自己也在文字中的角色不斷游移。
我是指控者,也是被指控者。逃也逃不了,程度上的差別而已。
或許,以一個時時刻刻保持距離的"他者"角度來面對是個解法。
但,對人冷眼的距離感,似乎將會籠罩。
686對這本小說寫了一段精鍊的書評,摘要如下:
以英語寫作的旅美華裔作家哈金,月前在台灣出版了他的最新著作,615頁、長達33萬字的長篇小說《自由生活》﹝A Free Life﹞。坦白說,這是一本樸實無華卻又深刻人心的華人移民小說。
哈金在這本小說所敘述的時間範圍,係自1989年中共鎮壓民運後的10年裡,男主角武男一家三口在美國的辛苦遭逢與生活經歷。從波士頓、紐約南移到亞特蘭大,武男逐漸在美國找到自己的位置及生存的方式;這一路的變動遷徙過程,恰正是哈金以一個疑惑的「他者」來應對所有在美國日常生活中的大小衝突:文化歷史的、政治經濟的、種族性別的,甚至語言藝術的。
然而這些衝突並不簡單,雖然哈金是為了讓讀者去逼視背後美國與中國這兩個差異如此巨大的國家;但是,武男並不是一個愛國者,他既不愛中國也不愛美國,所以他不是單純站在中國立場來看美國,且當最後他有機會回哈爾濱老家一趟時,他甚至以美國經驗來看中國!他從頭到尾被定位成一個為生活所苦惱的創作者,但也由於他的堅持寫詩,使得他在面對任何問題都單純得像面鏡子:面對美國人,他質疑他們為自由付出的代價;面對家鄉來的移民同胞,他質疑他們追求自由的動機;面對香港移民,他質疑廣東社區的排外心態;面對台灣移民,他認為台灣人是華人移民中最值得信賴的,反而對其他人卻不太信任;而他唯一表達深切同情和理解的人則是達賴喇嘛,達賴的處境其實反照出他對自由的真正渴望。
自由──從武男的角度看來──並不只是政治社會或法律制度所欲追求或達成的一種抽象理想目標,自由必須體現在日常的現實生活中;即使是美國這樣的「自由」國家,優勝劣敗弱肉強食仍然是社會常態,甚至內化成為某種信仰,此所以武男的鄰居在繳不出房貸之後,房子被查封拍賣,人被迫搬離,沒有任何鄰居伸出援手,因為他們都相信這種事是再正常不過的。
而當武男回到中國老家,他所擔心的不是國家或政府會對他這種申請美國籍的留學生做出什麼盤問調查的小動作,而是如何面對他的親戚朋友,對大多數華人平民百姓而言──這可能才是在中國的日常生活中最大的自由問題!
因此哈金這本小說寫到最後重點已經不在「自由」,而在「生活」。
「自由」其實一直都在,不論國家到底是極權還是民主,現實的種種限鎖並不是妨礙「自由」的原因,反而人經常得在種種限鎖之中創造出自己想要的「生活」,才能真正獲得「自由」!
當你懂生活,你才有自由。
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From Wikipedia
MOGWAI 終於回來了。
老魏說:你一定是著了魔,才會這樣失心瘋。
是啊,我也不知道為什麼,明明票價不便宜、自己也不是小開,竟然第一時間就這樣毫不猶豫的敗下去。
肯定是老魏說的"失心瘋"。
PTT 的 TheWall 板上為了昂貴的票價問題鬧得沸沸揚揚,原本台灣這類小眾的音樂市場就不大,而相關的場地法令更是模糊,有心想經營的人確實是很艱難。近年來,這類的音樂表演越來越活絡、許多原本獨立製作的樂團也有不錯的成績表現,這樣的成果很令人感到興奮,可以讓更多不同的多元聲音被這個世界聽見。
第一次聽到 Mogwai 是鄭小鳳燒了一張 Ten Rapid 給我,拿給我的時候還一直大力推薦。
唉...該怎麼說...那張 Ten Rapid 是個無底深淵、是條不歸路...。
如果沒有那張 Ten Rapid 或許現在的書桌旁就不會有那成疊的CD...。
Braithwaite has commented on the absence of lyrics in most of Mogwai's music, saying:
“ I think most people are not used to having no lyrics to focus on. Lyrics are a real comfort to some people. I guess they like to sing along and when they can't do that with us they can get a bit upset. ”
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美國林肯中心在2008年票選出的50大最佳影片。
侯導的《紅氣球》目前排名第二啊!
名單如下:
BEST FILMS OF 2008
(Released theatrically in the U.S.)
1. Wendy and Lucy Kelly Reichardt, U.S. 580 points
2. Flight of the Red Balloon Hou Hsiao-hsien, Taiwan/France 564
3. A Christmas Tale Arnaud Desplechin, France 557
4. Happy-Go-Lucky Mike Leigh, U.K. 538
5. WALL·E Andrew Stanton, U.S. 534
6. Still Life Jia Zhang-ke, Hong Kong/China 521
7. Paranoid Park Gus Van Sant, France/U.S. 465
8. Waltz with Bashir Ari Folman, Israel/France/Germany 424
9. My Winnipeg Guy Maddin, Canada 406
10. Milk Gus Van Sant, U.S. 356
11. Let the Right One In Tomas Alfredson, Sweden 351
12. The Duchess of Langeais Jacques Rivette, France/Italy 335
13. The Class Laurent Cantet, France 334
14. Synecdoche, New York Charlie Kaufman, U.S. 297
15. Hunger Steve McQueen, U.K. 289
16. Silent Light Carlos Reygadas, Mexico/France/Netherlands 286
17. Ballast Lance Hammer, U.S. 283
18. Man on Wire James Marsh, U.K. 282
19. The Exiles Kent Mackenzie, U.S. 257
20. Gomorrah Matteo Garrone, Italy 253
21. The Dark Knight Christopher Nolan, U.S. 252
22. Che Steven Soderbergh, Spain/France/U.S. 237
23. The Wrestler Darren Aronofsky, U.S. 233
24. The Last Mistress Catherine Breillat, France/Italy 229
25. Rachel Getting Married Jonathan Demme, U.S. 215
26. Trouble the Water Carl Deal & Tia Lessin, U.S. 203
27. Momma’s Man Azazel Jacobs, U.S. 202
28. Ashes of Time Redux Wong Kar Wai, Hong Kong/China 201
29. In the City of Sylvia José Luis Guerín, Spain/France 200
30. Alexandra Alexander Sokurov, Russia/France 196
31. Encounters at the End of the World Werner Herzog, U.S. 195
32. Gran Torino Clint Eastwood, U.S. 189
33. The Romance of Astrea and Celadon Eric Rohmer, France/Spain/Italy 178
34. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button David Fincher, U.S. 172
35. La France Serge Bozon, France 167
36. Taxi to the Dark Side Alex Gibney, U.S. 163
37. The Edge of Heaven Fatih Akin, Germany/Turkey/Italy 161
38. Slumdog Millionaire Danny Boyle, U.S./U.K. 157
39. Vicky Cristina Barcelona Woody Allen, Spain 154
40. The Silence Before Bach Pere Portabella, Spain 141
41. Frost/Nixon Ron Howard, U.S. 140
42. Woman on the Beach Hong Sang-soo, South Korea 138
43. Before I Forget Jacques Nolot, France 137
44. Frozen River Courtney Hunt, U.S. 126
45. The Order of Myths Margaret Brown, U.S. 123
46. Heartbeat Detector (La Question Humaine) Nicolas Klotz, France 112
47. Tell No One Guillaume Canet, France 110
48. Chop Shop Ramin Bahrani, U.S. 108
49. Profit motive and the whispering wind John Gianvito, U.S. 106
50. Fengming: A Chinese Memoir Bing Wang, China 103
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依往年慣例,同事間今年照常舉辦交換小禮物的歡樂趴!
日子選在這09年周六的補上班日,新的一年禮拜六就要補上班,悶哪!
下午老闆們不在公司,同事把抽到的台產桑葚酒貢獻出來,另外再把廠商送的紅酒分一分...
Wo~ 對嘛!這樣工作才起勁啊!
我抽到的是大家都很想要的"笑笑羊疊疊樂",不錯!幹得好!很有掃除鬱悶的效果!
Shaun The Sheep 是 BBC 製作的黏土動畫,台灣是在迪士尼卡通頻道播放。
故事是敘述某個英國鄉下農場,主角笑笑羊 Shaun 與羊群每天的生活,羊群總是會在平淡的農場生活中搞出一些餿主意以及異想天開的有趣妙事。每次光看到他們的表情就讓我笑到岔氣。
非常好!





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Name: Yuan-tze
Location: Taipei,Taiwan
Occupation: Designer
BEDHEAD WERE: Matt Kadane - guitar, vocals/ Bubba Kadane - guitar, vocals/ Tench Coxe - guitar/ Kris Wheat - bass/ Trini Martinez - drums