December 2008
91 posts
我的信仰--席慕蓉
我相信 愛的本質一如
生命的單純與溫柔
我相信 所有的
光與影的反射和相投
我相信 滿樹的花朵
只源於冰雪中的一粒種子
我相信 三百篇詩
反復述說著的 也就只是
年少時沒能說出的
那一個字
我相信 上蒼一切的安排
我也相信 如果你願與我
一起去追溯
在那遙遠而謙卑的源頭之上
我們終於會互相明白
隱痛--席慕蓉
我不是只有 只有
對你的記憶
你要知道
還有好多好多的線索
在我心底
可是 有些我不能碰
一碰就是一次
錐心的疼痛
於是
月亮出來的時候
只好揣想你
微笑的模樣
卻絕不敢 絕不敢
揣想 它 如何照我
塞外家鄉
(如不是诗人写的，诗应有续段）
藝術家--席慕蓉
你已用淚洗淨我的筆
好讓我在今夜畫出滿池的煙雨
而在心中那個芬芳的角落
你為我雕出一朵永不凋謝的荷
浮生若夢
我愛
何者是實 何者是空
何去何從
“A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees...”
– Leonard Louis Levinson (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma)
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Continuum
I took things slowly this morning:
didn’t laze in bed, showered, ran my fingers
through my hair. Outside, the sky is bright grey.
My skin warms up, and I remember the
little questions that you ask, those phrases that
silence me. And, you gulp, make an excuse. If
I let myself feel — I am in awe.
Intact Preservation (from the archives)
It has gotten so deep
(clip nails)
that I am in myself.
This life
Suspended cannot stay
put.
So I continue peeling
this orange, plucking
small hairs
So I feel cleaner,
lesser, purer,
though reddened,
in deep obsession
of repetition – acts of the same
subject matter. But different toes
have edges, smudges that change
in rotation one at a time.
After talking to you,
momentum is...
“i think i like the night because it feels so alone that its solitude is almost...”
“How many days have I lost? How can I get back to the place where I started?...”
– Proof, another movie i watched with the sister in the last few days
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List of Poems in Dead Poets Society →
“I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live...”
– Thoreau
Whitman
O ME! O life!..of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid...
“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into...”
– Albert Schweitzer (via sine-qua-non) (via kari-shma)
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used...”
– Arundhati Roy (via outlaws) (via robot-heart) (via ruhi) (via kari-shma)
“Fonts are the clothes that words wear”
– Not sure who said it first, but I like it (via here) (via energyface) (via whatson)
“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent...”
– Bertrand Russell (via alanajoy)
What is Art for? (NYT) →
“a visit to Walden Pond with a poet in the naturalistic vein of Gary Snyder or Mary Oliver … [who] has transformed himself into an accomplished scholar”