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23.10.11

A system

Could our life system be like this? sorry my brain is so full of triangles these days probably it is permanent... every day i keep thinking relationship between 3 different stuff// have been thinking why is it so contradicted to make a equal triangle hallow sculpture which has to be perfect while it sounds so easy and simple

apparently i am now trying to keep a visual diary here....
trying to keep things in three lol
today's main 3 stuff go to... 1. Human space 2. Submarine 3. a perfume that can't be sprayed

A very interesting part i have read in Human space by O.F Bollnow today
very precisely i recall page.88, The foreign:

.....Nietzsche recognized this very clearly in the second of his Thoughts out of seasons. "A living thing" , he writes," can only be healthy, strong and productive with a certain horizon: if it be incapable of drawing on round itself.. it will come to an untimely end. Cheerfulness, a good conscience, belief in the future, the joyful deed, all depend... on there being a line the divides the visible and clear from vague and shadowy. Nietzsche then applies this particular to his relationship with his own past, and it serves to escape from an excess of historical knowledge, but it is also, and even primarily, true of human relationships between what's one own and what is foreign. Nietasche adopts the geographical concept of the horizon in a figurative sense in order to describe this demarcation from an excess of foreignness.


What i interpret from that is there is always a line between different sort of things, but of course there is connection between them, however primarily they are always individuals.
this is what i am intrigued by tonight^^

Bonne nuit 

16.9.11

just a thought by Murakami

"Things outside you are projections of what's inside you, and what's inside you is a projection of what's outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you're stepping into the labyrinth inside."- Kafka in the shore by Murakami

26.5.11

荒人手記-朱天文




這是頹廢的年代,這是預言的年代。我與它牢牢的綁在一起,沉到最低,最底了。
我以我赤裸之身做為人界所可接受最敗倫德行的底線。在我之上,從黑暗到光亮,人慾縱橫,色相馳騁。在我之下,除了深淵,還是深淵。但既然我從來沒有相信過天堂,自然也不存在有地獄。是的在我之下,那不是魔界。那只是,只是永遠永遠無法測試的,深淵。
止於此,止於我。經上說,不可試探主你的神,到此為止。
我已來到四十歲人界的盛年期,可是何以我已歷經了生老病死一個人類命定必須經過的全部行程,形同槁木。
有誰說,養心如槁木死灰,又使槁木如萌芽。我卻不是。我也不是弘一法師那樣,他用他前半生繁華旖旎的色境做成水露,供養他後半生了寂無色的花枝。
我想我是,當我以前恐懼一次次飛蛾撲火的情慾襲捲來時,以及情慾過後如死亡般的孤獨,我害怕極了面對那種孤獨。而現在,我只不過是能夠跟孤獨共處。安詳的與孤獨同生同滅,平視著死亡的臉孔,我便不再恐懼。

今天我閒蕩Kubrick.com.hk 看到介紹朱天文的小說-荒人手記 大多推介都以當中第一章作介紹文
而全書頭兩句已是精粹 我深感動容 便衝衝搜尋其網上版本的下落 後來我找到一簡體版本 內文有很深奧但美麗的詞句 不知是否才疏學淺 或是該網頁真的錯字百出
我今晚短短地看了四章 重看第一章五 六次 眼淚已快流光 朱天文的文字力量似擁抱填滿了我的空虛和寂寞 她的文字極端獨到 一針見血 深知槁木死灰後能養生 但又慨嘆現實中的有心無力
在第三章中 講到養魚的一文 "活難,死亦不易,像我養的無名魚"
有講到如何親見看著魚兒開始45度, 白肚朝上, 而又有時極力爭扎游到缸底圖撐回正常身驅.....
她所講的一切我全明亦全看過 整個過程是無助 我曾是槁木似死灰 痛心側頭偷看那弱小不捨的身軀
足足爭扎了十二小時 然後我會等睡醒清理死屍 結果是無奈 因此我從開始不為它們取名 一切都是我的錯 我看著它們一條條死去的內疚相信足以懲罰我吧

故事的同志戀和痛失知己情節很是美麗 不知是否受到同志電影影響 我認為同志的愛情是較為微妙
對於看同志話劇中的激烈情節和在夜店看到同志纏綿 不大相同 在電影和文字中的同性戀是較有深度
其實我一直認為無論雙性和異性戀 都是包含"人的需要人的人"的慾念 所謂的深度只是浪漫 是不設實際的 然而 好看 我就是喜歡 因為 至少是較長久 

"我想我是,當我以前恐懼一次次飛蛾撲火的情慾襲捲來時,以及情慾過後如死亡般的孤獨,我害怕極了面對那種孤獨。而現在,我只不過是能夠跟孤獨共處。安詳的與孤獨同生同滅,平視著死亡的臉孔,我便不再恐懼。"   我的那個現在 恐怕要以藝術更加地掩蓋我的一切 方才達到

一晚,一天,一個星期,一個月,一年... 恐怕窮盡一生也是太短暫

2.4.11

A man's deep Noir dress


Missing Somebody

In the depth of my soul, since childhood, a persistent sense that something is missing. More than anything it is this feeling of an absence that has been my most intimate friend.It is the root of my clownish, buffoonish desire to be close to people, to be liked by them, to be of some service to them.It would be no exaggeration to say that this sense of something missing has been what has driven me to where i am today.

I chase the woman from behind.It would all end if she turned around.If it ends, it ends. And for that very reason, I pursue her. I chase the woman from behind.

I cherish the emotions that arise in each and every situation, even if they last but an instant.I respond wholeheartedly, holding nothing back, regardless of whether i am engaged with someone important, a complete stranger, a woman I love, or anybody else. Women describe this aspect of my personality as sweet. I don't deserve such praise. It is simply that I cannot do otherwise, plagued as I am by anxiety. I am, in fact, a man who may turn heartless in an instant; I desire only to settle each and every score immediately.

Anyone born into this world must at some point consider the nature of things. They begin to feel an intense irritation toward commonplace questions such as the reasons for their presence in the world. The irritation cannot be eased.

Extracted from Next to my heart, close to my stomach by Yohji Yamamoto's My dear bomb


Since after visiting Yohji Yamamoto's exhibition in V&A, I had a feeling like having so many butterflies in my stomach! He is such an inspiring icon for me. His fashion and himself are always calm like a peaceful lake, but if you look more in depth, there are some ripple, which occurred by the most passionate and emotional soul of an artist.
I like the fact he loves to be focused on and absence in order to receive more security. It is so contradicted, but it is so true to me as well.

I remember there is a quote from Yamamoto: "Y's os taken from Yohji's, just like Tom's or John's, I simply wanted it as my brand name, so that i could quietly work in the studio behind it, when i started making clothes, all i wanted was for women to wear men's clothes.''( 1972-1977)

This is such an ambitious and yet ambiguous, paradoxical statement. But I simply just like it.
He wanted himself to be minimal, he wanted his work to be the one who people are talking about, by suggesting women dress in men's style, which is totally controversial.

I was reading this article twice on the train from London, I was utterly touched by it.
The poetic and personal affection of fashion and lives were like a hug that surrounded my body, giving me warmness. It is like walking under the sun while a friendly stranger throws a smile to you.
The second time of reading it is more like.... having lit a fag by a stranger under the sun, without seeing so clearly of the face. The intimacy, that is the word. The intimacy provided by a stranger, a perfect stranger, who you thought you may have had knowing for ages ago, someone you feel hearts are connected secretly. Unfortunately the fact is the more you know, the less intimate it is. Yamamoto's book seems to be revealing his private garden, but there are still 10000 private gardens yet to be known.

I reckon it as a momentary expression. People always change, and having no idea about the future; at the same time people are affected by the surroundings while everything is changing in the world.
Expectation is violence, very bad to health. I would prefer short, momentary, impressive 'projects' in my life. I rather finish working on somethings in a certain period, after that I'd work on the others. Between that I can have a nice break time.

I remember what Yamamoto said, apparently he is very popular among his women acquaintances.
He reckons women(especially young women) are like a pure, peaceful lake in a forrest at first, but when the time goes by, the lake will be full of ducks or whatever sorts of animals. And he always thinks that those
women always said they understand him, he never feels the same. He never asks for that as well as wanting them to understand them.

27.12.10

Half price for Diango Hernandez book!

Diamonds and Stones: my education
Diango Hernandez
One of my favourvite artist