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碎梦刀Der bestirnte Himmel über mir und das moralische Gesetz in mir. 5/14/2007 水调歌头才饮长沙水, 又食武昌鱼。 万里长江横渡, 极目楚天舒。
不管风吹浪打, 胜似闲庭信步。今日得宽馀,子在川上曰:逝者如斯夫!
风樯动, 龟蛇静, 起宏图。一桥飞架南北, 天堑变通途。 更立西江石璧, 截断巫山云雨, 高峡出平湖。神女应无恙, 当惊世界殊 。 4/12/2007 东施,又见东施今儿闲的发慌,觉得德语、法语其实也就这么回子事,事儿
比如看见黄花把子,有些年轻发春的女同志还能随意的联想起男人那话儿来 我就纳了闷儿了,怎么就这个多余的热情这么多呢,是这肾上腺素突然喷薄了 还是压根儿就缺少对某些事物的风度,而是习惯于奢望来 这个69的吮吸,就是有些人所喜好的,无论人家怎么着
都有哥们要我去TC了,其实Barclay也不错,怎么怎着也比Drucker有意思吧
发现大家都一样,合适了牛马罢,见着了记伯伦就犯晕 中午看电视 响起《自由探戈》来了,小一兴奋 琢磨着,不用为别人费心,稀里麻哈的凑合着不错 当然,除开背起某些古代词汇时的秀密 今天Scholl对我说:有些同志很秀密 这不单是矫情的问题了 哕煞我啊
装逼是可以的,舔着脸装就属于吃屎了,屎得很呐 吕后同志还有一天半天,曾对着活死人发呆来着 我看是多余的素材呢,还是多余的激情,它他妈就是没搞清楚 陪伴很重要吗,似乎不明白了,就像钱包未必要带在身上一样 躺着的未必是尸首,逛荡的应然是走肉,至于肥大的、那是年轻的前列腺罢 原来对于很多男人来说,精神上的阳具远不比黄瓜把子重要多了 解不了近渴的问题始终在困扰着处于火热水深中的Anatolia人民 她们这样就扭动起肚皮,摩擦空气 4/4/2007 不要四面出击问题复杂了,看来混混不容易,为了积极的表现,只能装模作样一下
刻苦学习一下Deutsch是必须的,兼顾其他是应该的
似乎大陆不太遥远了,遥远的还是心中的大陆,和手中的话语
无论哪一边,都不曾为清澈而流放自由
What is the liberty,so I remembered the movie of Evita ,with the song of "Don't Cry 4 Me,Agentina".
想起和三位老师的一点搞笑,自由终究还是很难,尽管有三种理论建构
忘了说说最喜欢的Hayek,有点遗憾,老人没给自由画界,而给自由以无限
什么叫做理想的恣情,很难说清楚,因为必需要说清楚
有些事情还没想好,得仔细考虑,不过漫无目的的实现某种功利的、功利主义的温饱
吃饱了胡耍,老婆孩子热炕头,然后吹灯拔蜡的开始创造人类的伟大运动,资本主义的神奇月光又洒在屁股的两半上
这绝对不是朕的追求,或者至少不是为了吃饭和繁殖,无论在何处都能栖息
就像Tamandua tetradactyla ,爬过伯利兹到危地马拉,也不过是为了寻找白蚁罢了
只是尾巴还在卷曲,如同嘲笑我微微翘起的睫毛一般 3/24/2007 掌剑很长时间没罗罗摇滚了,今天偶尔翻弄起来,还是蛮有意思的
当听到I still haven't found what I'm looking for 的时候,一如许多年前的那个下午
很长时间没一天有两次再日志上木乱了,一日长于百年的生活,我似乎是经历过得
只是不是今天罢了
当只为了接受阅读的快感时,我都会打开《四大名捕》,就像奥古斯丁的呓语:“拿起,读吧”
毫无准备的阅读其中的任何一个章节,尽管我早已烂熟
王朔说得:当我空虚的时侯,为了加倍空虚,我就读小说
那么 当我悲哀的时候,我就拿起雅纳切克,选择加倍的悲哀
搞来搞去也没决定,是先搞德语还是法语,是先德育还是先发育,是LM还是ML
没决定先去shangerila还是凤凰,是浪荡还是马户一派子,秫米啊
水泥怎么就这么坚硬呢,不过还是得到了Scholl的表扬
我的生活意义早有决定,不为某些或另一些所左右 Duro come Acqua春如旧,人空瘦,泪痕红浥鲛绡透——陆游《钗头凤》
人的情绪总是容易空却,杨花不是依然在飘落吗
迈向哲学的第一步就是怀疑;人类的最大怀疑,就是对自身实在性的否定,也就是所谓的主体性黄昏
有一些人,究竟是给我我一种隐潜的刺激,还是磨砺的春秋笔法
都是个问题,只是这样的问题终归不需要答案,就像是说
“宇宙以其不息的欲望将一个歌舞炼为永恒。这欲望有怎样一个人间的姓名,大可忽略不计。”
一朵花开的时间,如果也有某人的笑靥,那么
或许曾对我是一个世纪;而现在只是一朵枯萎
枯萎便是枯萎,一草一木都不过是隐匿姓名的埃土而已
既然所有都是过往、都是痕迹,你也不过隐遁的风絮而已
早上将牛奶撒在了手套上,可只是刚刚想起而已
春色三分,二分尘土,一分流水。细看来,不是杨花,点点是、离人泪。
我拣了一点烟叶,放进微微发烫的烟斗里,只抽了一口的量 为什么要对什么改变,我不过是宇宙的一颗灰尘
曼妙到自由,只为我自己;那是没有你的席位,也没有留下你的杯筹
不对非功利的扭转,或者是空荡荡池塘的委婉
有些人值得;有些人不值得
本来你可以属于前者,然后有马内的《沉思》
除了嚣张的低吟,就是跋扈的腼腆
I should have sliced a piece of bread…… 3/12/2007 党的教导记心头夺取全国胜利,这只是万里长征走完了第一步。如果这一步也值得骄傲,那是比较渺小的,更值得骄傲的还在后头。在过了几十年之后来看中国人民民主革命的胜利,就会使人们感觉那好像只是一出长剧的一个短小的序幕。剧是必须从序幕开始的,但序幕还不是高潮。中国的革命是伟大的,但革命以后的路程更长,工作更伟大,更艰苦。这一点现在就必须向党内讲明白,务必使同志们继续地保持谦虚、谨慎、不骄、不躁的作风,务必使同志们继续地保持艰苦奋斗的作风。我们有批评和自我批评这个马克思列宁主义的武器。我们能够去掉不良作风,保持优良作风。我们能够学会我们原来不懂的东西。我们不但善于破坏一个旧世界,我们还将善于建设一个新世界。中国人民不但可以不要向帝国主义者讨乞也能活下去,而且还将活得比帝国主义国家要好些。
——毛泽东 《在中国共产党第七届中央委员会第二次全体会议上的报告》 2/15/2007 一个称谓,还是一种信仰——《门徒》题记:“门徒称为基督徒,是从安提阿起首。”(徒11: 26) 当初次听到这个名称,我很自然的想起了耶稣的十二门徒,事实上,“门徒”一词可以被称为Disciple,Protege或者Chela 。然而影片的外语名称却是Protégé,这有些让人意外:虽然《见习黑玫瑰》曾被翻译为Protégé de la Rose Noire。因为Protégé的语源是“被保卫的”,当尔东升选择了毒品这个题材,他要保卫什么呢? 没有对电影这次惊心动魄的旅行,没有人会理解。 看完电影,想起了索德伯格经典的《毒品网络(Traffic)》。在面对那些蚕食生命与社会肌体的白色恐怖时,人们的欲望被拉伸、催化,而善良的决绝却变得渺茫了。在《毒品网络》中,德尔托罗扮演的墨西哥警官罗德里格斯,与阿力何其的相思,那种迷茫与颓丧,使人不得不追问,在良知面前,个人的责任与力量是毫无意义的牺牲,还是混沌的抉择。在索德伯格的影片里,得到的是麦克道格拉斯面对邪恶的万钧勇气、托罗的苦涩与沉沦。而尔东升,毕竟没有深深体验毒品网络蔓延在生活的每一细节的繁琐,所以,尽管有廖启智的奋勇争先、舍生忘死,阿力依然在迷失与挣扎中丧失了自我,尽管他最后做出了自己的“选择”。这种勇气的匮乏,是面对昆哥情谊的不舍得,而非托罗的那种自我煎熬。也许这就是尔东升的一贯特色:人性中的美好,总是在遭遇加倍的悲哀时才淋漓尽致的展现出来——无论是早期的《新不了情》,还是后来的《忘不了》。正如在影片结尾,阿力拥抱阿芬女儿时的温暖影像,给了观众们一个美好畅想。 耶稣死了之后,门徒们作鸟兽散,即使他们阅历了耶稣的神迹:驱鬼、使人死而复生等等。阿力是一个犹大吗?他出卖了昆哥,最终逼得他自杀、家破人亡。可惜昆哥不是耶稣,没法在晚宴上说出:你们之中有人出卖了我,他只是一个经营惨淡,持重甚至有点软弱的中年男人。门徒没有放过他,他也用自己打造的道义铁钉,把自己钉死在了那恐怖的毒品十字架上。 当整个毒品的生产加工与交易完整的展现在人们面前时,当阿芬与丈夫濒临绝境时,影片真正的恐惧意味才徐徐升起。“人为什么会吸毒,究竟是空虚恐怖,还是毒品恐怖?”,《门徒》定位于惊悚片,可是这种恐怖不同于其他犯罪电影,而是相似于《8毫米》:人的恐惧,来自对于黑暗中罪恶的寒意,没有人知道那次致命的侵袭何时回来到。只是也许导演在架构影片时具有很大的野心,而真正操作起来却力所不逮,使得这种全景有些凌乱与繁冗。但作为一部尽心竭力描绘毒品危害的作品,《门徒》的艺术价值与社会意义都是值得赞赏的。 阿力背叛了昆哥,却回到了勇敢的信仰中,“门徒”就不在只有口头意义了,而是要“保卫”那种正义与坚持。 2/9/2007 乌有乡消息1/17/2007 想起Le temps est sans importance, et ainsi est la distance, excepté manquer, à condition qu'également il y ait absent, la contrefiche succincte . 1/5/2007 Words_ experience and fierce covetsPrefatory remarks: Je suis qui je suis.——Rene Descartes. When I was facing this kind of question: Words public authority, actually I was facing the Derrida’s classical proposition: all thoughts and the existence opposition, in the philosophy history, only is written and the language opposition. A friend whom is respected by me, did propose this question u non-accidentally, which caused me to remember the influence as language turning to the entire philosophy history.
Furthermore, it was Hermeneutics theory by H.Gadamer and M.Heiddegger. When the words appear as the writing, it no longer merely is one kind of expression, but is containing author's words right; the author makes his creation carrying on in own historical background, this creation immerses in his historical tradition. When the reader produces own explanation as facing the text, he must inevitably by own prejudice participates text history. The two traditions, in the work which explained is obtained links up, also is the so-called arc of visibility fusion. The work attribute, is decided by author's creation history; front but reader's understanding is actually impossible not to dope own prejudice. This is the kind of understanding front structure, is the explanation difficult position the understanding when is full or not fully participates in the work history falling into.
12/30/2006 DecadeIf I am exiling sentiment recklessly
If I am treating inexpensive words as incumbency
If I am describing error incessantly
If I do like whitewashing the pledge to be graying color
Who is able for me to explain when bordered on the magnesium lamp the tears with sob I parsimoniously flowing out
Who is able to explain the frail echo for me merely to pause 1 4/7 second silencing
Pays no attention you whether could remember
Pays no attention you whether had the memory to
Pay no attention you whether feigned joyfully
Likes that early morning hope with gloomy vision connects in your eye
I had already to been peacefully chosen cafard
White mark ever not bloomed the romantic movement;
Blue pupil was fantasizing aquatic bird dwells along the shore
Pouring to hope is the ice-cold rivers in elated
Gloomy expression also accompanies your cry
Stop in the side I only could feel your breath
Cannot read out beside the breath a wisp affection
Although I just experienced outside the great distance the wind and rain
All stand and wait for a long time like the sandglass ‘s tranquility
Yesterday’s deep lingering, you will have capillary and smooth share, have generous and frustrated wandering
Tomorrow‘s looking out you to have fragmented and wind disconsolation , have tender and desolate barnyard
That flash , I only are the language third personal——subject did not know White slipper , graceful skirt the earth admiring his soil
Thin chopsticks, fragrant tea you in my opposite, also distance
Shadow bamboo shines through my one meal also has its happy
Perhaps to your love may not be despised , although I had ossified carve
Have no fetters, brightly fall the green thinking
If also have wish, to remember told the bay cherry goddess
Her tear, had you forgotten? 12/21/2006 The waiting is the life initial old等待是一生最初的苍老
天空 叠着层层的思念
我本来以为 自由就会是一个魅影萦绕不去
那些蓝色的记忆 如同比诺什的指尖旋律
指尖还有什么 记得我说过的吗 还有流沙
流沙如感情 我想得到又抓不住 只能一粒粒看他飞扬
蓝色 多么无瑕的名字
他流淌在我心田的每一个角落 闪耀着自私的清香
自由 多么诱惑的畅想
宛如那凋零的玫瑰 我只想要一朵白色玫瑰 一朵小小的花
灰暗的天空 忧郁的听着雨声
每一天都有我对你的思念 变成一缕青丝
支离在晦暝的霜雪间
牵着你的手 整个世界都在为我摇曳
宇宙的眩晕 将微微的灯光纷乱
商徵的铭刻 就像我要纹下的唇线
暖暖地照着墨痕 醉里听到一点悠扬
凋零不尽的愁 是夜色
寸寸相思的枫叶 如同长日将消的一个暮色
沉香屑里轻慢的燃烧 升起冷冷的煎熬
会有人在世界的另一端 悠暗的烛台下 写满篇的你
会有人在世界的另一端 盼你在琴声中回来
拆开那素色的信笺 去阅读一生等待的苍老
王小波说过的:“我不要孤独,孤独是丑的,令人作呕的,灰色的。我要和你相通,共存,还有你的温暖,都是最迷人的啊!
可惜我不漂亮。可是我诚心诚意呢,好吗我?我会爱,入迷,微笑,陶醉。好吗我?……”
“只是说我自己现在好像那一位害了相思病的愁容骑士。”
“我会不爱你吗?不爱你?不会。爱你就像爱生命。”
是的,所以,我等待
The waiting is the life initial old
Sky folds layer upon layer missing
I originally thought free can be a shade cannot linger
These blue memories, similar to Binoche’s fingertip melody
Fingertip also to have any, to remember I had said, also has the wind-drift sand
Wind-drift sands like sentiment, I want to obtain but cannot hold, only can grain of look they flying upwards
The blue color, the name without any flaw
He flows to the free reign in my heart each quoin, sparkling selfish fragrance
Free, what an entices imagination
Like that on the wane rose, I only to want a white rose, a small and small flower
The gloomy sky, melancholy listens to the rain sound
Every day I turn a wisp silver hair for you, for my missing
As fragmented in the frost and snow
Pull your hand, entire world all drags for me
Universe dizziness, makes slight light chaotic
Inscribing the melody, as the lip line tattooed by me
Warmly blaze the ink trace, when drunk hears melodious sounds
Waneless worrying will be twilight
Lovesickness maple leaf, will be similar to daylight disappears evening
Eaglewood filings are mention-lightly burning, raises chill suffering
Some people in the world another end is writing all over you, under long-drawn-out dark candlestick
Some people in the world another end is hoping you come back in the tweedle Disassemble that plain-colored the letter, to read the life waiting old
Wang Xiaobo had said: "I do not be lonely, lonely is ugly, makes one sick, pessimistic. I must be interlinked with you, coexistence, but also has your warmth, all is most enchanting!
I am what a pity unattractive. But I sincerely, I can like, fascinate, smile, and infatuate.
Only I present looked like an anxious look knight getting lovesickness sick.
Won’t I love you? Not love you? Cannot. To love you is like to love the life."
Yes, therefore, I waited for 12/16/2006 Soar箫声响起了,那些紫色的风信子,散落着悲剧的芬芳
还有海水,海水被谁倾倒出来了,来了
带着你的力量,我的呼喊:再一次推开那扇门吧,用灭生老茧的双手
至于闪烁,就像两扇排风一样,呼啸着挥散翅膀
那些卷起的尘埃,还在我的目光里徘徊
至于闪烁,就像鼠标的空塘一样
你的影子怎么这样蜿蜒,筹光到最后一滴琼浆
美酒阿,你是我的眼泪吗;还是她,背影的凄凉
如果不能做我的桂冠,何必做我的面纱
风怒的黄土,还会把泪水掩埋
你转身走开,留下一个世界的空漠
那残云的夜宴,谁来和我独享
最爱的人呐,我宁愿就这样一直等你
等你到最后的空空幻灭 等你到依稀的云蒸霞蔚
等你到退却的烟雾袅袅
等你到冷却的路途迢迢
你是最后的世界,是沉静的梦魇
你是封闭的那种语言,是雨天的流浪
流浪,是你曾经的爪印
向往,是我想你的飞翔
Soar
The flute sound got up, these purple hyacinthus orientalis, scatter the tragedy fragrance
The sea water, the sea water is fallen by who, came to bring With your strength, my shouting: Shoves open that leafed door once again, with the fresh callus hands As for glitter, like two leaf of row of winds to be same, howls is wielding disperses the wing These tuck dust, also paces back and forth in mine vision
As for glitter, like the mouse spatial pond How wind your shadow is like, to drunk last the drop of fine wine Good wine , you are my tear; Or her, back misery If cannot make my laurel crown, why makes my veil
Anger loess, can bury the tears You turn around to get out of the way, stay behind a deserted world That remnant of evening banquet, who comes and enjoys with me Best love, I'd rather to wait for you
to wait for you to everything is empty to wait for you to steam the rosy cloud to the vaguely cloud to wait for you to the smog which retreats to wait for you to the cooling journey far away You are the final world, the quiet nightmare
you are the seal language, are rainy day roaming Roam about, was you once sigil Yearne for, was my thought your soaring |
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