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    September 16

    Bob Dylan新诗两首

    17 & 21
    即将刊登在9月22日的纽约时报上。哎,这诗,也就因为是Dylan……
     
    顺便附赠男主角一首MV,是Dylan以前未发行的歌Dreamin' of You,收录在马上发行的Bootleg选集里面。影片里面那个老男人不是Dylan哦莫害怕莫害怕~ 虽然他本人其实也苍老的吓人了…… 说起来,为什么我看Bowie或者Lou Reed的近照就不觉得恐怖呢,哎。尤其是Bowie爷爷,帅气依旧还颇有风度的说。

     
    September 12

    Kiss V

    来自纽约的波普艺术家Roy Lichtenstein1964年的作品,不知道为什么突然特别的感同身受。按说半瓶葡萄酒不至于啊……

    February 20

    Love is all we have

     
    在学校bbs图版看到一组小画,传说中转自传说中的校内。很应景,很写实。
    我们都跳不出那个圈圈。
    不过毕竟我曾为你放下所有骄傲,满心欢喜的从尘埃里开出花来。
    哪怕换来的只是两个星期的爱情。
    December 22

    I hear the sound of love

     
    I'm not the one who loves,
    it's love that seizes me.
                                                                    --- Leonard Cohen
                                                                                    You have loved enough
    August 15

    很多年前的一个段子

    很久很久之前,有个因失去双亲而陷入深深悲伤的小公主。
     
    (啊啊啊,又是这样的开端好吗?)

      在小公主的面前,出现了一位骑著白马旅行的王子。
     
    (王子王子!出现了吗?身上带着蔷薇香味的王子?)

      他拭干公主的眼泪,说道:

      “孤单一人,也能够承担如此深沉悲伤的幼小的你啊,请即使在长大之后,也别失去这分坚强与高贵……”

     (于是,王子留下了一枚刻有蔷薇花纹的戒指,并说,这枚戒指将会引领她到他所在之处)

      但是,小公主因为太憧憬王子了,而决定自己也要成为王子!

      (但是,这样子,真的好吗…)

     
     
     
                                                                                                                        ——少女革命
    April 04

    Fake it till you make it

    Act as if you have faith and faith shall be given to you.
    March 19

    .

    If you follow every dream, you might get lost.
    December 05

    [Suicide note from Kurt Cobain]

    To Boddah pronounced

    Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile camplainee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years. Since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the exitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins it doesn't affect the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love and relish in the love and adoration from the crowd. Which is something I totally admire and envy.
     
    The fact is I can't fool you. Any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100 % fun.
    Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do. God, believe me I do but it's not enough.
    I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three tours I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, pisces Jesus man! Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know.
     
    I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I
    used to be. Full of love and joy kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
     
    I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along, and have empathy. Empathy! Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore and so remember, its better to burn out than to fade away.
     
    peace, love, empathy.
    Kurt Cobain


    Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
    Please keep going, Courtney
    For Frances
    For her life which will be so much happier without me.
    I Love you. I love you!
     
     
    我并不想去评论什么,无论曾经多么震撼的事情,过去了这么多年,除了怀念,人们无非也只是添上几分感慨。那些对与错,已经不那么重要。何况有些价值真的不是那么容易就可以判断善恶对错的。探索自己的内心,是格外痛苦的过程,发现并且固执的坚守自己的良心,哪怕是用最极端的手段,有时候虽然自私,但不得不说,是勇敢的。也许真的像柯本所说 its better to burn out than to fade away.
    而这种单纯的坚持,也已经超越生死。无论选择生或者死,都是要灵魂得到平静和安慰而已。
    如果有灵魂的话。
    人死前 会不会比较相信灵魂的存在呢
     
    p.s.所幸的是,音乐永存。我是指,在人类存在的范围内,永存。
     
     
    Related links:
                http://www.nirvanaclub.com/ 
                http://www.nirvanabox.com/
               
    August 22

    A poem quoted from Marianne Williamson

    Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
    Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
    It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
    We ask ourselves who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
    Actually, who are you not to be?
    You are a child of God.
    Your playing small does not serve the world.
    There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
    We were born to make manifest the glory of god that is within us.
    It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
    And as we let our own light shine,
    we unconciously give other people permission to do the same.
    As we are liberated from our own fear,
    our presence automatically liberates others.
     
     
    ---Marianne Williamson
    April 08

    Love Burns

    偶然听到的。音乐响起来就让人很舒服,节奏很好,主唱的声音也是我喜欢的。

    来自Black Rebel Motorcycle Club的一首歌,据说在电影9 Songs里用过,那片子我是没看过,似乎也是一部挺阴霾的小电影,就不多说了。
    一直在线听了好多遍,把链接放在歌名上了。
     

    - LOVE BURNS -

    from B.R.M.C. (BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB)

    Never thought I'd see her go away
    She learned I loved her today
    Never thought I'd see her cry
    And I learned how to love her today
    Never thought I'd rather die
    Than try to keep her by my side

    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me

    Nothing else can hurt us now
    No loss, our love's been hung on a cross
    Nothing seems to make a sound
    And now it's all so clear somehow
    Nothing really matters now
    Now we're gone and on our way

    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me

    She cuts my skin and bruise my lips
    She's everything to me
    She tears my clothes and burns my eyes
    She's all I want to see
    She brings the cold and scars my soul
    She's heaven sent to me

    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me

    Never thought I'd leave you like the way I do, yeah
    Kiss my love and I wish you're gone
    You can kiss my love and I wish you're gone
    Never thought I'd leave you like the way that I do
    Kiss my love and I wish you're gone
    You can kiss my love and I wish you're gone

    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me
    Now she's gone love burns inside me

     

    Related Links:

    MySpace Music: http://www.myspace.com/blackrebelmotorcycleclub

    Official Site: http://www.blackrebelmotorcycleclub.com/index2.htm


    October 15

    Salade de fruits~

    太可爱的一首歌

     

    Salade de fruits

    ono lisa



    Ta mère t'a donné comme prénom
    Salade de fruits, ah! quel joli nom
    Au nom de tes ancêtres hawaïens
    Il faut reconnaître que tu le portes bien

    Salade de fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie
    Tu plais à mon père, tu plais à ma mère
    Salade de fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie
    Un jour ou l'autre il faudra bien
    Qu'on nous marie

    Pendus dans la paillote au bord de l'eau
    Y a des ananas, y a des noix de cocos
    J'en ai déjà goûté je n'en veux plus
    Le fruit de ta bouche serait le bienvenu

    Je plongerai tout nu dans l'océan
    Pour te ramener des poissons d'argent
    Avec des coquillages lumineux
    Oui mais en revanche tu sais ce que je veux

    On a donné chacun de tout son cœur
    Ce qu'il y avait en nous de meilleur
    Au fond de ma paillote au bord de l'eau
    Le palmier qui bouge c'est un petit berceau

    Salade de fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie
    Tu plais à ton père, Tu plais à ta mère
    Salade fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie
    C'est toi le fruit de nos amours !
    Bonjour petit !

    September 24

    pick from the past-2

    这是一篇对我很有意义的文字,算是对喜欢eL时代心境的较为完整的总结。我曾把它贴到ncut战队论坛上,也因此开始了和他在网路上的交流,虽然只是短而浅的。现在我再把它贴到自己的spaces上,为了纪念也是为了记忆。美好的东西总是值得留恋的,像那样纯粹而简单的爱恋,也许只此一次呢。我不知道这是否代表那个时代的终结,也不知道自己是否已经破茧成蝶,至少我已经学会平静得看着那些过往,珍惜应该珍惜的东西。

     

     

    你心里有一块柔软的地方,那是一面小小的湖。

     

    湖水淡绿色,雾气蒙蒙,掺着阳光,看上去暖融融的,你于是义无返顾地跳进去,直到绿的水淹没你的身体,你一直一直地沉下去,才感觉到湖底的冰凉,寒彻身骨。

     

    许多人从湖边走过,许多人停下来,向湖中张望,看着你,想拉你出来。他们不停地说着,双手激动地挥舞。或如救世主般张狂,或虔诚地顶礼膜拜,他们发出的声音掠过水面,之于你,如秋风过耳。

    你从他们的瞳孔里看到湖的倒影,云谲波诡。他们永远都看不懂这湖,就像他们从不曾参透你,以后也不会。你于是云淡风轻地笑着,直到他们叹息着走开。

    也有人依旧定定地不肯离去,在湖岸坐下,忧郁的目光穿透你黯绿的眸子,你还是笑,给他们讲湖的美丽,让人欲罢不能的美丽。

     

    你缠绕在湖水织起的网中,挣脱不出,又扯不碎。你笑着,泪水却涌出来,融入湖中,使它越来越深,也越来越幽暗。

    你手中紧握着一片嫩叶,生怕它飞走,虽然你知道,它在水中没有灵魂。你也知道,离开湖水,它便会干枯,因为没有叶子,可以度过四个秋天。在劫难逃。

    像摩天轮。首接尾,尾接首。你把整个世界涂成绿色,看不出那里才是尽头。你骂自己,也恨自己;你试过,也努力过。可每次,你发现自己又站在了起点上,抱着一满怀的回忆,绝望,却无论如何也不肯放手。

    你说,那些是你仅剩的东西,为它们,才筑起了这湖。于是你忽然明白,是你自己不愿走出来,把生活封锁在湖中。原来你一直都懂,却不肯救自己。

    其实只要打开一条缝,湖水就会流走,可是你无从下手,亦如你同样不知道,如何盛满一掌心的阳光。

     

    湖边的人站起来,信誓旦旦地说他们也会像你一样执着。你多想告诉他们那并不是执着,你 从未坚持什么,只是还没有学会忘记。

    人生天地之间,若白驹之过隙,忽然而已。时间能带走一切,你挣扎着说,骨子里却怀疑,不过你会等待,等待它的证明。

    你的手向岸边的人伸去,抚过他们的脸庞,又滑下来。他们的话如尖刀般晃眼,有人说他也会填一湖清水,为你。你恐惧地摇头,因为只有你知道,湖底的苦。

     

    水平如静。你几乎感觉不到它的存在。四年时间,足以削平浪尖;涟漪一圈圈扩散开,到岸边,消失不见。

    你以为你看到的天空和所有人都一样,当然你错了,隔着水,你看不到别的颜色;你要的,你想的,都是不可向迩的虚无。

    你一天不摆脱这湖,就一天无法欣赏别处的风景——甚至更加绚烂的风景——也许——灿若晨星。

    你试图抓住水底希望的泡泡,可它们那么短暂,那么细小,不留痕迹地从指缝间滑走。不过你还是笑了:终归还有希望。

    歌声沿着水波的纹络流过来:

    不会不容易,你有一辈子,足够,用来忘记。

    pick from the past

    看看曾经的矫情的我啊……装什么文人啊,恨不得从世界万物中都整出诗来……

    那时候我正疯狂崇拜意识流(当然,现在也很喜欢),估计这篇就是我半模仿半凑字的结果吧,不过意识流还只写了这么一小篇,真值得鄙视下^o^。也算是一种尝试了,现在看来,挺有意思的。

    雨后·心情·秋

     

    雨终于又停了。世界在不觉中静下来,静到孤寂。

    一夜又一天的雨,24小时,没见到阳光——那金灿灿的空气的灵魂,眼前只是灰蒙蒙的一片,淅沥滴答之声不绝于耳。

    阴天总是会把我搞得一团糟,心情一直沉到谷底——失去了太阳,我就像向日葵一样失了方向。不过夜不同,我爱夜晚如同爱天上的火球,因为它不是灰色,而只是黑,黑得纯粹,黑得彻底,黑得简单。

     

    我喜欢简单干净的东西。现在拉开窗帘,也许看不到一丝光亮,那么我就能更安心的写下去,夜是能把人包裹进去的,让你无比的踏实,敢于坦诚地面对自己,它又时时倾倒出灵动地泉水,使笔端不再枯索,流畅的舞动着。我虽不敢学史铁生称这一个个握着笔的夜晚为“写作之夜”,但却在涂涂抹抹间释放着自我。

    当然,也许我看到的并不是一块完整的黑色画布,角落里还零散地亮着一二三盏灯,在不可抗拒的大背景中孤独的摇曳。可就是这几个昏黄的小点,竟有种穿透黑夜的力量,即使微弱也能让人一眼就捕捉到,伸出手仿佛能感觉到它的热量——它就这样一直温暖的坚守着,直到它等的人回来,直到那人拉动灯绳,直到灯绳停止晃动。

    然而我终究没有拉开窗帘,我觉得外面满是秋天的味道。

     

    今早上学路上,两旁的银杏经过一夜的风雨,洒落了一地金黄的叶子,那叶子是扇形的,像片片枯残的花瓣;树上的叶子也通通被刷上了黄的裙边,仍是扇形的,像只只欲飞的翅膀。美得让人心疼。

    又是一个轮回,叶落归根。它们要睡在深沉博爱的土地上了。

     

    我见过一片叶落,不情愿地被风从枝子上扯下来,孤孤单单地飘来荡去,划出一道道优雅的弧线,它摩娑着大地母亲地手掌,不肯停下,有机会便乘风而起。我于是想:这个世界太美丽,不舍得离去的哪里只它一个?

    我也见过一群叶落,被风一带而起,哗哗啦啦地盖住了风声,它们在跳舞,在向上飞,用尽力气跳出了自己的舞步,看到了更广阔的世界。那是一种解脱的快乐。我于是又想:一生被系在了一根小小的树枝上,挣脱了这捆绑的,又能有几个?

     

    都说秋天是丰收的季节,可丰收,就意味这结束。所幸的是,结束,也就意味着新的开始。

    而我依然不喜欢秋天甚至害怕处处隐藏着的伤感调调——可我仍会微笑以对——虽然这微笑可能并不真诚,也并不美丽。

    层层凉意把我围了起来,也许,我该起身去添件衣服——是秋天了。

     

     

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