深夜......
窗外，垃圾車的聲音在響。沒有〝少女的祈禱〞，只有馬達一陣一陣的呻吟聲。
不是我偏心，說真的台灣連垃圾車都很有水準。
睡不著，翻天龍八部。看著看著，看到三十四回，〝風驟緊 縹緲峰頭雲亂〞開頭第一句就是〝猛聽得山腰裡一人叫道："使不得，千萬不可傷了王姑娘，我向你投降便是。"〞
是的，我們的段公子登場了。
以前，總覺得段譽是個傻子中的奇杷。人家王姑娘擺明了不要你，他卻可以跟著走過大江南北，走過武林風雨，走過千劫萬難，到最後，走到了一口孤井裡。王文華在＂蛋白質女孩＂，把男人分成蒼蠅，鯊魚，狼。段譽真可成為千古蒼蠅的模範。
第二次看，不知道為什麼，卻對他的痴，他的真，他的執著，起了一種欽佩之心。
舊地重遊，碰到了一個老朋友，’月出’：
月出皎兮，佼人僚兮，舒窈糾兮，勞心悄兮。
月出皓兮，佼人懰兮，舒懮受兮，勞心慅兮。
月出照兮，佼人燎兮，舒夭紹兮，勞心慘兮。
此詩出自於詩經，描寫詩人對心上人的無限思念。全詩分三段，反覆以月光之色比喻美人的姿態，並在每段的後兩句，表達自己的相思之苦。月光皎潔，佳人娉婷，詩人心中愁思難舒，憂心悄悄。金庸在天龍八部裡第三十四回安插了這首詩，由段譽口中說出，表達了他對王語嫣的深深愛戀。
美人如月，可惜月光不為我照，
悄兮！
慅兮！
慘兮！
我該睡了。
Friday, October 07, 2005
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
A month-long absence...
I dislike emotional investment of any kind.
That doesn't mean I don't do it. As a matter of fact I'm very much emotionally connected with the people around me, the society and the culture.
But if given the option, I'd rather spare the trouble of self examination and the thought process.
Which is why I felt a natural resistance toward writing, especially something as intimate as diary or a web log.
That, my friends, is my bona fide reason for the month-long absence.
Of-course, there're other things going on in that 4-week span besides thoughtless indulgence. For one, my favorite aunt came to visit from Taiwan. Until she came, I never realized how much I still missed my father. It was also during this visit that I found out my grandfather was once a covert agent working for the Nationalist Party during WWII! Now that's cool stuff!
I also finished Sex and the City season 3, 4 and 5. You may ask what self-respecting young man of 22 would fall for a trite, often repetitious, melodrama about 4 near middle-aged women with their dysfuntional relationships. The show is special, for me at least, in that it provided a glimpse of New York that I never knew existed, a kaleidoscope of night lifes, restaurants, and city tidbits. In a few instances the show can also be quite touching, such the 4th season finale "I hear NY".
The insertion of "moon river" into plotline is, to me, a master stroke. I fell in the love with the song and Audrey Hepburn when I first heard it in "Breakfast at Tiffany". The image of her holding a guitar, sitting on the windowpane, singing in her soft, elf-like voice mesmerized me.
Well, to wrap up, here's another thing I've done in that time span - a poem. To the pestering few (and that means you two, Mr. Eatgod and Mrs. Leigo) the title does not refer to anyone in particular but an ideal - the metaphysical girl, if you will.
一首詩 / 健
我該如何為你寫一首詩
就像深淵裡的黑暗
該如何面對光的侵犯
受孕成我對妳情感上的雛型
我沒有盤古神力
能在瞬息間
將光暗分開
我必須醞釀自己的忐忑
然後將每一下心跳
都掏出來擺進格子裏
以作為憑證
海蚌磨沙的痛
形而上的折磨
我獨自在夢海裡發痴
為了給親愛的你美麗的珍珠
卻在沙灘上平添了無數的相思字
最後還是讓
我終於找到我骨裏的骨
行間裏的行間
我肉中的肉
字中的字
我要叫它作『詩』
因為它要從我的感情出來
但還是要問
我該如何為妳寫一首詩
－寫於初秋，季節轉換之時
That doesn't mean I don't do it. As a matter of fact I'm very much emotionally connected with the people around me, the society and the culture.
But if given the option, I'd rather spare the trouble of self examination and the thought process.
Which is why I felt a natural resistance toward writing, especially something as intimate as diary or a web log.
That, my friends, is my bona fide reason for the month-long absence.
Of-course, there're other things going on in that 4-week span besides thoughtless indulgence. For one, my favorite aunt came to visit from Taiwan. Until she came, I never realized how much I still missed my father. It was also during this visit that I found out my grandfather was once a covert agent working for the Nationalist Party during WWII! Now that's cool stuff!
I also finished Sex and the City season 3, 4 and 5. You may ask what self-respecting young man of 22 would fall for a trite, often repetitious, melodrama about 4 near middle-aged women with their dysfuntional relationships. The show is special, for me at least, in that it provided a glimpse of New York that I never knew existed, a kaleidoscope of night lifes, restaurants, and city tidbits. In a few instances the show can also be quite touching, such the 4th season finale "I hear NY".
The insertion of "moon river" into plotline is, to me, a master stroke. I fell in the love with the song and Audrey Hepburn when I first heard it in "Breakfast at Tiffany". The image of her holding a guitar, sitting on the windowpane, singing in her soft, elf-like voice mesmerized me.
Well, to wrap up, here's another thing I've done in that time span - a poem. To the pestering few (and that means you two, Mr. Eatgod and Mrs. Leigo) the title does not refer to anyone in particular but an ideal - the metaphysical girl, if you will.
一首詩 / 健
我該如何為你寫一首詩
就像深淵裡的黑暗
該如何面對光的侵犯
受孕成我對妳情感上的雛型
我沒有盤古神力
能在瞬息間
將光暗分開
我必須醞釀自己的忐忑
然後將每一下心跳
都掏出來擺進格子裏
以作為憑證
海蚌磨沙的痛
形而上的折磨
我獨自在夢海裡發痴
為了給親愛的你美麗的珍珠
卻在沙灘上平添了無數的相思字
最後還是讓
我終於找到我骨裏的骨
行間裏的行間
我肉中的肉
字中的字
我要叫它作『詩』
因為它要從我的感情出來
但還是要問
我該如何為妳寫一首詩
－寫於初秋，季節轉換之時
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