Thursday, April 29, 2010

note to myself

目前关注的书籍和影视类作品

书籍
Oracle Night - Paul Auster
A Perfect Day for Bananafish (Nine Stories) - Salinger
Ghostwritten - David Mitchell
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
Too Loud a Solitude - Bohumil Hrabal (最想先看这本)
2666 - Roberto Bolano

影视
太阳照常升起 - 姜文
立春 - 顾长卫

sign

覺得生活中有時是有些啓示和徵兆的,也或許這樣想,日子更加有趣味,也或許是心裏開始相信些什麽。

時常看“鏘鏘三人行”,昨天看的一集裏,文濤說了一句“人生啊,僅靠一個人是擔當不起來的”(大意),當時聽到有種當頭一棒的感覺。

人生是可以被形容為走路的,我的話希望它是條山路,或者說是山裏的許多條路,而我們在正常狀態下是走在那條主路上的(就像在Appalachian Trail上獨行的Bill Bryson)。路的盡頭不明朗,方向也不十分確定,總之日復一日,我們就這樣驚險刺激也好、平淡無奇也好、感動也好、無聊也好這樣踽踽向前。周圍是樹海,主路的兩測隨時都有岔路,我們隨時都可以選擇任何一條岔路,有些岔路可以走到終點,有些岔路可以走回主路,而有些是往樹海的深處走去,沒有人知道樹海的深處是什麽。

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

muses

The Three Graces by Antonio Canova

It begins to dawn on me that we might be, afterall, surrounded by muses, that our artistic inspirations might not be entirely of our own.  For several years, I have been trying in vain to restore the state of mind I was in in that singular and seemingly too-good-to-be-true year of my life.  With no job in the prospect and a completed education, I had nothing better to do, and it was mere chance that I embarked upon a year of fierce writing.  Before I realized it, what started as a spur of the moment drive had turned into a full-fledged commitment and I ended up with a small crowd of dedicated and persistent followers.  To this day, I am unable to bring to a closure what I started, a story without an ending (the ending has long been decided in my head, just not put down on paper), a phase left hanging in mid-air, mildly tantalizing yet always a few inches beyond my grasp.  At a point, I seriously considered the possibility that it wasn't me in that shell with fingers maddeningly dancing away on the keyboard amassing up to ten thousand word count per day for the good part of a year, but rather a muse (in fine Greek chiton) hovering over me doing all the masterminding and orchestrating.  Nonethless, I suppose it was mortal passion that led to the advent of a wandering muse. 

Monday, April 26, 2010

念珠

那天,如練說她要去山裏尋找念珠。


念珠?蘅皋不解。如練出門前只留下這句話。他對如練的小性情總是不解。


前一天下午,如練[卒瓦]了她的木棉花茶杯。那是個細白瓷帶蓋的茶杯,杯身杯蓋用銀綫勾勒出五片花瓣,兩兩三三立於枝間,染了紅釉。如練每天用那個杯子喝茶,有時是老家村裏的親戚手炒的新茶,有時是非洲的紅茶包,有時是蘅皋煮的綠豆湯。