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我們本身有一種寫作狂熱，強烈的寫作狂，但我們發狂並不是因為寫作。正好相反。
寫作是未知。寫作以前我們完全不知道將寫什麼。而且十分清醒。
這是我們本身的未知，我們頭腦和身體的未知。寫作甚至不是思考，它是你所具有的能力，是在你身旁與你平行的另一個人，它無形無象，出現並前進，有思考有怒氣，它的行動有時使自己處於喪失生命的危險之中。
如果在動筆以前，在寫作以前，我們就知道要寫什麼，我們就永遠不會寫了。不值得寫了。
寫作就是試圖知道如果寫，我們會寫什麼 —— 這其實只有在事後才知道 —— 在寫作之前，這是我們可能對自己提出的最危險的問題。但也是最常有的問題。
寫作像風一樣來到，赤裸裸的，它是墨水，是書寫，它飄過，和生命中飄過的其他東西不一樣，不像任何什麼，除了生命本身。
寫作是未知。寫作以前我們完全不知道將寫什麼。而且十分清醒。
這是我們本身的未知，我們頭腦和身體的未知。寫作甚至不是思考，它是你所具有的能力，是在你身旁與你平行的另一個人，它無形無象，出現並前進，有思考有怒氣，它的行動有時使自己處於喪失生命的危險之中。
如果在動筆以前，在寫作以前，我們就知道要寫什麼，我們就永遠不會寫了。不值得寫了。
寫作就是試圖知道如果寫，我們會寫什麼 —— 這其實只有在事後才知道 —— 在寫作之前，這是我們可能對自己提出的最危險的問題。但也是最常有的問題。
寫作像風一樣來到，赤裸裸的，它是墨水，是書寫，它飄過，和生命中飄過的其他東西不一樣，不像任何什麼，除了生命本身。
—— 瑪格麗特‧莒哈絲，〈寫作〉（Marguerite Duras, Écrire）
no feel
我最大的熱情也不過是神經質地衝動。其他時間我只是匆忙地去感覺，再用話去說明，這邊擠一點、那邊擠一點，然後意想不到地建立起明確的感覺，足以堪用在任 何書籍上。所有人的感覺，我可以猜測、解釋、清楚地表達出來。但就是無法去感覺。我把人們給騙了：我像是個敏感的人，但其實我什麼感覺也沒有。
—— 沙特，〈戰時日記〉（Jean-Paul Sartre, War Diaries）
2009/11/20
No You Girls
Ooh kiss me
Lick your cigarette then kiss me
Kiss me where your eye won't meet me
Meet me where your mind won't kiss me
Lick your eyes and mine and then hit me
Hit me with your eyes so sweetly
Oh you know, you know, you know that yes I love
I mean I'd love to get to know you
Do you never wonder? No
No no no you girls never know
Oh no you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
How you make a boy
Sometimes I say stupid things
That I think weell, I mean I
Sometimes I think the stupidest things
Because I never wonder
Oh how the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels
No you boys never care
Oh no you boys never care
No you boys never care
How the girl feels
No you boys never care
You dirty boys never care
No you boys never care
How the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels
2009/11/15
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2009/11/13
掉了
心疼的玫瑰 半夜還開著 找不到匆匆掉落的花蕊
回到現場卻已來不及 等待任何回音都不可得
微弱的風箏 冬天里飄著 回不去手中纏線的那個
沒有藍天 又何必去飛 怎么適合
黑色笑靨掉了 雪白眼淚掉了 該出現的所有表情瞬間掉了
瞳孔沒有顏色 結了冰的長河 回憶是最可怕的敵人
故事情節掉了 主角對白掉了 該屬于劇中的對腳戲也掉了
胸口沒有快樂 斷了翅的白鴿 不枯萎的藉口全掉了
曾經唱過的歌 分享過的笑聲 在心中不斷拉扯
想念不能承認 偷偷擦去淚痕 冬天過了還是會很冷
2009/11/09
Holes
Time, all the long red lines, that take
Control, of all th smoke-like streams that flow into your
Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be
Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born
Between, oh the two white lines, distant gods and faded
Signs, of all those blinking lites, you had to pick the one tonight...
Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Tied, oh they make me laugh, and always make me
Cry, until they drop like flies, and sink like polished
Stones, of all the stones i throw,
How does that old song go?
How does that old song go?...
Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right.
2009/11/08
Wings of Desire
我害怕黑夜，尤其是我生病的時候，因為那是我最虛弱的時候，無論你想不想，都得繼續下去，我該怎麼辦？或許這是個小問題，我應該這麼想，我所知甚少，而我 卻太好奇了。我常常這樣自言自語，像個瘋子，但我總覺得有個人在傾聽我的傾訴。在這個封閉的空間裡，再緊閉雙眼，即使那些石頭都讓人感到空虛，顏色就像夜 空下的霓虹燈。我有段故事，必須繼續下去，這就是生活。我獨自一人，時間也變得如此認真。我從不曾孤單寂寞，也不曾和任何人在一起。
I was afraid of the night, especially my sick time, because that is my weakest time, whether you want to, they had to continue, how can I do? Perhaps this is a small problem, I should think so, I know very little, but I was too curious. I often said to himself, like a madman, but I always felt that personal listening to my talk. In this closed space, then closed his eyes, even if those stones are all people feel empty, colors like neon lights under the night sky. I have had some story, we must continue, that's life. I am alone, time has become so serious. I have never lonely, nor did it together with anyone.
I was afraid of the night, especially my sick time, because that is my weakest time, whether you want to, they had to continue, how can I do? Perhaps this is a small problem, I should think so, I know very little, but I was too curious. I often said to himself, like a madman, but I always felt that personal listening to my talk. In this closed space, then closed his eyes, even if those stones are all people feel empty, colors like neon lights under the night sky. I have had some story, we must continue, that's life. I am alone, time has become so serious. I have never lonely, nor did it together with anyone.
2009/11/07
We Never Change
I wanna live life and never be cruel.
I wanna live life and be good to you.
And I wanna fly and never come down.
And live my life and have friends around.
We never change, do we? no, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house.
I wanna live life and always be true.
I wanna live life and be good to you.
And I wanna fly and never come down.
And live my life and have friends around.
We never change, do we? No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house,
where making more friends would be easy.
Oh, and I don´t have a soul to save.
Yes, and I sin every single day.
We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house,
Where making more friends would be easy.
I wanna live where the sun comes out ...
2009/11/06
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