喜歡英國火車上有桌子
可以寫東西
2008年1月30日 星期三
2008年1月29日 星期二
2008年1月28日 星期一
2008年1月27日 星期日
2008年1月24日 星期四
2008年1月23日 星期三
Sting:Shape of My Heart
聽Sting
是在2002年和生祥
聽"English man in New york"
喜歡"Shape of My Heart"的曲
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Well, those who speak know nothin'
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
2008年1月22日 星期二
U2
喜歡上U2是在1993年
恩理給我的CD"Achtung Baby"
One, So Cruel, Love is Blindness
很喜歡 15年了
很直接的一首歌
不是我的風格
One
Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you
Now you got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it`s one need
In the night
It's one love
We get to share it
It leaves you baby
If you don`t care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it`s too late
Tonight
To drag the past out
Into the light
We`re one
But we`re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it`s all I got
We`re one
But we`re not the same
We hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher love
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can`t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we`re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you
Now you got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it`s one need
In the night
It's one love
We get to share it
It leaves you baby
If you don`t care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it`s too late
Tonight
To drag the past out
Into the light
We`re one
But we`re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it`s all I got
We`re one
But we`re not the same
We hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher love
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can`t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we`re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
One
2008年1月19日 星期六
2008年1月16日 星期三
Yang Mu: Reed Field
Reed Field - Yang Mu
1.
It’s a chilly morning
In the reed field not too far from
the city, I stand in the wind
imagining you going through crowds-
I’m surprised to find myself enjoying
the wait, but I say to myself
this waiting in the wind will be
my last
I count the potted plants on the balcony
trying to decide the age of the banyan tree
I see the morning light strike
a winter chrysanthemum at an angle
As you are walking through the crowds
the air congests with
glittering anxiety
I want to stop you or
hurry you, but I cannot see you
I sit down and run my hand over a teapot
feeling the delicate lacquered phoenix wings
and the warmth behind the allegory
contented with the peace of my age
I discover that the doorbell image
appears in the Romantic period, printed in a chapter
of a book already covered on the exam
I turn to the last few pages
on structuralism and doubt
if my inductive method suits
you. I only know I cannot
force you to accept my subjective conclusion
and so decide to let you express yourself
2.
I decide to let you express yourself
and make your own judgments. I will not
question your choices anymore. Time
is a river, now dark, now bright
those on the bank cannot question
the surge and fall of the light
I sould even
learn knitting from you
how you knit while carrying on a conversation
looking sweet and relaxed
Only your smeil reveals
a touch of uneasiness- sometimes
the needle pricks your index finger
wound with thread. Yes, like me you
try to act calm but cannot help
being distracted
It’s a chilly morning
We pretend to be happy as we pass
the lukewarm teacups. I pretend
not to know that when the tea cools
the phoenix also turn cool
I pretend sadness belongs to the future
not to the present, to this moment, though
the sun rises higher and higher. In the reed field
not too far from the city
we promise each other
unrealistic dreams
of a bigger, happier
world, in a distant
future world
until I hear you crying
the way you express yourself
I know this is not the last time
I’ll wait because I love you
.
1.
It’s a chilly morning
In the reed field not too far from
the city, I stand in the wind
imagining you going through crowds-
I’m surprised to find myself enjoying
the wait, but I say to myself
this waiting in the wind will be
my last
I count the potted plants on the balcony
trying to decide the age of the banyan tree
I see the morning light strike
a winter chrysanthemum at an angle
As you are walking through the crowds
the air congests with
glittering anxiety
I want to stop you or
hurry you, but I cannot see you
I sit down and run my hand over a teapot
feeling the delicate lacquered phoenix wings
and the warmth behind the allegory
contented with the peace of my age
I discover that the doorbell image
appears in the Romantic period, printed in a chapter
of a book already covered on the exam
I turn to the last few pages
on structuralism and doubt
if my inductive method suits
you. I only know I cannot
force you to accept my subjective conclusion
and so decide to let you express yourself
2.
I decide to let you express yourself
and make your own judgments. I will not
question your choices anymore. Time
is a river, now dark, now bright
those on the bank cannot question
the surge and fall of the light
I sould even
learn knitting from you
how you knit while carrying on a conversation
looking sweet and relaxed
Only your smeil reveals
a touch of uneasiness- sometimes
the needle pricks your index finger
wound with thread. Yes, like me you
try to act calm but cannot help
being distracted
It’s a chilly morning
We pretend to be happy as we pass
the lukewarm teacups. I pretend
not to know that when the tea cools
the phoenix also turn cool
I pretend sadness belongs to the future
not to the present, to this moment, though
the sun rises higher and higher. In the reed field
not too far from the city
we promise each other
unrealistic dreams
of a bigger, happier
world, in a distant
future world
until I hear you crying
the way you express yourself
I know this is not the last time
I’ll wait because I love you
.
2008年1月15日 星期二
2008年1月14日 星期一
Australian Open
2008年澳網在1月14日開打
Roger Federer 和Justin-Henin
仍是我心中的男單女單的冠軍人選
收到Federer寄給fans的信
寫著在Shanghai Masters的情形
還有他的假期
great!
2008年1月9日 星期三
W.B. Yeats: Adam's Curse
We sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, "A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world."
And thereupon
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, "To be born woman is to know --
Although they do not talk of it at school --
That we must labour to be beautiful."
I said, "It's certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough."
We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
2008年1月7日 星期一
Kylemore Abbey
Elke and her boyfriend went to Ireland.
She send me a post card from Kylemore Abbey.
I met Elke at France in 1995 summer time.
At Youth Hostel in Annecy.
Then her friend drove us to Mt. Blance.
We had a great time during the little trip.
In 1997, we had a lunch at Frankford.
It's been a long time for being friends.
Wonderful friendship.
2008年1月3日 星期四
Katsushika Hokusai
葛飾北齋富嶽三十六景 神奈川沖浪裏 大判
在京都的高島屋
看見葛飾北齋作品展
真幸運
參觀的都是老人家
我寄一張熱情的波士德卡給Kuma
夙玲說我冠夫姓
因為我的blog是kuma-yihsuan
2008年1月2日 星期三
Kookaburra
Eva從澳洲寄來的post card
Xmas & Happy 2008
他是拿working holiday visa 過去
現在在首都坎培拉的澳洲國立大學
當短期助理 到今年一月底
負責看鳥 找巢
Kookaburra翠鳥的一種
2008年1月1日 星期二
Murakami Haruki
喜歡村上春樹的散文是從"遠方的鼓聲"開始
這陣子讀了他在1990年秋天開始至1993年之間
在普林斯頓大學任教時寫的散文
"終於悲哀的外國語"
村上終究是個stranger
身為外國人
有一種深深的悲哀
被一種「不是不用學就自然明白的語言」
團團圍住
這種狀況包含著悲哀的東西
-摘自博客來書籍館
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