画中的诗

Friday, March 27, 2009

「おくりびと」を見た後、感動したが、暖かい感じがあった。見たとき、祖父のことを思いだ、長い間、こころが落ち着くことができない。

《入殓师》贯彻了日本剧擅长的柔和细致，温情幽默，只是谈到生死，再怎么坦然，也有无法割舍的地方，现实记忆的召唤，使我心中的情景，像是在下雨。

电影中，看着老社长眼中闪烁着狡黠的智慧光芒，老谋深算而又三番两次欲言又止的，总是冷眼旁观，引导着新人慢慢步入入殓师的行列，一直斜视戏谑着生死，从他家中种满了植物却看到了他对生命的热衷。很欣赏日本老牌演员山崎努深藏不露的演技，那似笑非笑，带着几分老狐狸个性的演绎，仿佛为了衬托其他演员而存在。但他不是绿叶，是烛台，如果没有他，也很难照亮得了其他。

戏里有一幕是主角大悟在为朋友逝世了的母亲梳洗化妆，如此细心地、一丝不苟地、庄严而温柔的，但不知为何，平静的铺陈却莫名地带给了我一份震撼与悸动，那么的无以复加，只觉心似微微抽动一下，吃了一惊，眼角湿润。可能太入戏了。

脑海中回荡着戏中大悟在大草原上拉着大提琴那一系列以蒙太奇手法拼成的画面。悠悠琴声让电影的质感渗透入心里，如诗的意境，透过音符变得更立体。

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看了《东邪西毒》。只因最近和友人谈话提起了张国荣，怀念起他在银幕上的风姿。至于情节、结局、感想，没什么好说的，因为已经不重要了。

常听人说王家卫的电影深邃难懂，个人认为那是观众太执着于了解，想知道故事的细节，掌握故事人的内心世界，其实电影里的人跟生活里的人一样复杂，生活中难以理解的，难道电影中永远一目了然？

《东邪西毒》就像一首诗，字句在朗诵完后就被烧成灰烬，在风中随意四散。

以下就让这几句话解释什么是经典：

一个人最大的烦恼，就是记性太好。

坚持，在别人眼中是浪费时间，对于一些人却很重要。

当你不可以再拥有，你唯一可以做的事就是不让自己忘记。

酒越喝越暖, 水会越喝越寒

有些话不说也罢，因为很多事情会改变 ；也因为很多事情已改变。

Envoy of the Stars @ 7:12 PM
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认‘假’

Friday, March 20, 2009

今天上了一课，告诉我做人真的不可以认真，硬是钻牛角尖，吹毛求疵，死胡同里绕了又绕，最后沦落为迷路的麋鹿，只是因为太专注于眼前自以为是对的东西。

只因碰到“血”这个异读字（一字多音但意思相同，如暂，念zhan4也念zan4，但意思一样）出现在多音字（一字多音多义，如“脏”）的栏目例子中，就引发了延续十多分钟的争论。

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这么多人众说纷纭，你来我往的，只为了维护笔记里的例子，但只有越说越怪，越解释越不清楚，最后答案却只是：哦，放错了，“血”是异读字。（仅有文言、口语之差别，意思没差）我可是一肚子疑惑烧成的火。

古人不求甚解，真乃上上之全策。好想化身成五柳先生，脱离这是非仅凭辩驳的台面。

所以说，真可以真到很假。假可以假到变真。但要在“真”中找出假的有时不容易，尤其当我们已认定了，铁了心追求某个标准，舍此无他。所以还是开始认‘假’比较好。至少冤枉路可少走几条，口水浪费不多，生命流失少些。毕竟，给你选择可以不用碰壁，你还会执意拿头去敲吗？是的话，那就随便你。这里对你的执意表示致意，恕不奉陪。莫管乙丙丁，我自认甲去。

Envoy of the Stars @ 1:06 AM
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跑跑跑

Sunday, March 15, 2009

是否真的喜欢跑步，跑步对我又有什么意义？这些问题就像是跑步时不断从毛孔溢出的汗水一样一直存在着，不厌其烦地只等着迸发涌现的机会，是那么的挥之不去。

有人可能会问了：服役时还跑不够啊？不觉得是在勉强自己吗？诚然，这些说辞都言之有理。只不过服役时跑步是训练，不管自身意愿如何都会被强加于身，无可避免，而如今跑步对我来说很单纯地只是一种选择：生活习惯上的选择。大家都在人生道路上奔跑，我只是在与之平行的生活跑道上多跑一点而已。

“难道不够累吗？”
“当然累。”
“那还要跑？自虐倾向？”
“还好。其实这个问题有标准答案的，答案也很简单，就是：喜欢。”

也只有喜欢才会在气喘吁吁，浑身乏力，两眼发直，双腿僵硬的时候，还能坚持跑下去。不然尽管今年是牛年，也不用为了应景而死命跑到气喘如牛吧。

有人就会问了：跑步时都在思考些什么？这问题就难多了。首先，这就关系到一个人的体质和跑步速度。如果他的速度和走路时没多大差别，说真的，（这没任何针对性）跑42公里给他想想苏格拉底应该都不成问题。但对一个认真而专注于跑步的跑者来说，就算遇到失恋还是工作不顺这种烦恼，也最多让他在前几公里尽情地想个够。之后就会觉得眼冒金星，视线开始模糊，连迎面而来的美女脸庞都看不清楚了，满脑子想的就只是“喝水”、“到目的地了没”、“几时可以不用跑”诸如此类的东西。身体越是情不自禁地想松懈，意志却蛮横地奴役着它，彼此掀开拉锯战，就一直这样集中精神不妥协地跑，直到达到目标。

这时才醒觉。咦！刚才那踏着凌波微步的美女早已不知行踪 ，只好等待下一次天可怜见的邂逅。

Envoy of the Stars @ 8:59 PM
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太阳

Friday, March 13, 2009

看着太阳，就像是在回顾历史。所看到的，是八分十九秒前才离开太阳表面，以光速穿梭宇宙后才到达地球的阳光粒子。

肉眼看不到的时间，肉眼看不到的距离，带来的却是人类期许的光明。时而温煦、时而刚烈。这份光明越是接近，越是刺眼，有足以令人却步的高不可攀，有溶化所有浮夸的无穷力量。飞蛾扑火的荒谬若是对光的向往，人同样细心守护着这份痴迷，只是在下个日落前，继承着下一轮夸父追日。

Envoy of the Stars @ 1:24 AM
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Death is the next adventure

Monday, March 09, 2009

Life is full of the unexpected, like catching a movie you never really meant to catch simply because it fits the movie timing you desired. "The Boy in Striped Pajamas" is just one unplanned catch, albeit a good one. Spoiler note.

Nazi Germany. The Holocaust. Preconceptions developed after watching "Valkyrie" came flooding back. But this time, the plot centres around a young boy, 'privileged' by his German identity and family background, where his father is a high-ranking official of the German Army. The events happening around him is witnessed from his very eyes and from his perspective, the turmoil, unfairness, cruelty, unrest and harshness of this particularly dark age in German history is slowly unravelled in front of the audience.

The boy's father gets located near a concentration camp to supervise the proceedings, and this deployment could be seen as an arrangement by fate for the boy to 'open his eyes.' He is a wanderer, an explorer, all the way to the end. Unknowingly, he is trying to uncover all the unjustified and ugly truths being intentionally hidden from him. Alone and brimming with curiosity, he attempts to make sense of his situation and environment, after seeing the German concentration camp situated just a distance away from the comfort of his own home, discovering the real identities of those "farmers" ploughing at the fields or slaving under the sun clad in pajamas, and eventually getting to befriend a young Jewish boy of the same age as him, but placed in situations of extreme polarities.

The closer he gets to the truth, the more he doesn't understand. Why the camp seems to look so different from the documentary that his father is in charge of making? Why his tutor tells him that "there is no such thing as a nice Jew" when he could so readily think of one. (his new found friend)

What I found particularly touching was the friendship that blossomed between the German boy and the Jewish inmate. Having been indoctrinated that they are supposed to be 'enemies', the German boy still made it his daily routine to go through the backdoor of his house, bypass the forest and traipse down to the barbed wire fences outlining the camp, where he will wait to meet his 'friend', the two of them separated by the a row of towering fences, by a line of difference, by a distinction in positions dictated by the times they are in. But this friendship is not unchallenged, such as when the boy was confronted by a German soldier working for his father who demanded him to answer if he knew the Jewish inmate who was found talking to him in his house when the latter was ordered there to doing some cleaning. Fear overwhelmed him and he was emotionally threatened to weakly deny any knowledge of the Jewish inmate's existence. In the same way, Germans of that time might have been similarly coerced into denying the existence of Jews and devoid of any personal sentiment or free will. But the German boy had his own emotional struggle, pricked by his guilt and haunted by his betrayal. It was with huge resolve that he once again went back to meet the Jewish boy, and it was momentarily touching when the Jewish boy offered him a childlike forgiveness uncommon amongst the grownups that surrounded them, with the two of them exchanging smiles while framed by the afternoon sun. Simple, but impactful.

The director really went out of his way making sure that the audience each leaves with a few take-home messages. The use of multifarious signs is efficacious on the whole, a good example being the scene where all the used and naked dolls owned by the German boy's sister were being carted away and randomly piled up in the dark corners of the storeroom, a foreshadowing of gloom.

In facing his end without any knowledge of the impending doom just quantifies the tragedy and at the same time, made good his promise of helping to find the Jewish boy's father, who most probably died in the gas chamber. (which made him sneak into the camp and eventually led him to his death, hence joining him in death..)

In death, he was in a way freed from all the propaganda and thought imposition forcefully inflicted on him. It can be argued that he retained that innocence and purity untainted by the promulgation. Once again therein lies the notion that those harmed in war are normally not the parties involved but the innocent and those not in the know. Yet another moral of the story for children who happen to watch this show might be: curiosity killed the cat.

Envoy of the Stars @ 12:48 AM
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Seconds in Wonderland

Saturday, March 07, 2009

I was greeted by a rather unusual spectacle after exiting the gantry at the MRT station just now. The first thing that caught my attention was a pleasant singing voice. A minor crowd had encircled a blind performer, watching intently while observing a respectable distance between him and themselves throughout, and what surprised me was that noone wanted to trespass onto the premises of this "stage" that has been conjured out of nowhere, except for the occasional person moving foward in swift motions dropping coins or notes into a box in front of him, before leaving the scene in a hurry, as though afraid of breaking an enchantment. This space has been unconsciously demarcated as a sanctuary, and an invisible wall separates the blind performer's world and the spectators', and yet another one, one that is vast and unmoved revolves outside the spectator's circle.

After less than a minute of listening to the performer, I breached the parameters of the "stage" and dropped a dollar into the box in silent appreciation, before continuing on my journey home, just as the person was moving into the guitar segment of the interval for the song "When you said nothing at all".

Envoy of the Stars @ 10:41 PM
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小土

Thursday, March 05, 2009

回家的路途其实有很多，今天就尝试搭了另一种巴士路线。没什么留意外头，只是习惯面向车窗的我，自然没发现车子已不知不觉拐了弯开往一条道路，迎面而来的是小学旧校舍的所在之处。

巴士缓缓地驶过，和时间一样，只是都没有停留。

一栋陌生的建筑在夕阳余晖下，一身色彩光鲜，傲然而立地就这样映入我的眼帘，接手替换了从前那庄严而古老的大楼，占据了记忆中曾经属于“小学”的那个位置。那一刻，心揪了起来，随着思绪的游荡，落叶纷飞般，眼角似乎瞥见了急匆匆从父亲车子背着书包下了车的小男孩，快步奔向大楼的门廊，还没有回过头，厚厚的闸门就已关上。“呼”的一声，接着一片尘土飞扬。

Envoy of the Stars @ 9:34 PM
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“文化”

上辅导课时，辅导老师做的开场白充满人生感慨。他说以前求学时老师不都跟我们说考试每科都要做得样样好，各方面都要顾及周全。但长大了渐渐了解到这是个不切实际的谬论，一个人的成功很少是靠着每方面都出色而来的，更多的是要有一技之长。“怎么说呢，要不为什么没什么文化的人只是唱《双X棍》就能发达；写了《3重门》的人就变成引领文坛的翘楚？而得了硕士学位的朋友却连工作都找不到，只能继续修博士... 研究了很久，不为什么，就只是因为专，有了一技之长，懂得抓住自己的优点。”说时心有戚戚焉，十足怀才不遇，感时伤世之态。

他说的不无道理，只是有一点可能言重了。“文化”本身是社会形成的集体物质财富或精神财富，本就是随着时势不断变革更迭的，除非他所指的是另一个“文化”：即运用文字的能力及知识水平。但即使是后者，又是哪位说过读书读到昏天黑地，日月无光，写文章洋洋洒洒，龙飞凤舞，尽是若有所“物”的废话就一定会发达了？阳春白雪满足的是追求深奥的人、下里巴人满足的是普罗大众，同样都是人，大家不过在忙、茫、盲中各取所需罢了。何必太认真。

Envoy of the Stars @ 8:36 PM
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偶遇

Sunday, March 01, 2009


偶然地我看到了

隙上奔驰的一匹白驹

暮色里藏着的七彩长虹

和以为消逝了的童真

Envoy of the Stars @ 9:12 PM
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