October 17,2010

in a slit

slit

in a slit
of life and memory
grows each of us
fragmentary
forgetting beings
made of vital matter

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October 21,2010

what is a woman

But first we must ask: what is a woman?
-- Simone de Beauvoir

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October 20,2010

Insults

What is the object of forgiveness? Insults, of course, any moral and physical wound, and eventually, death.
-- Julia Kristeva

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October 18,2010

madhouse

誠如尼采所言,這個世界是瘋人院已經很久了。每個人都捧著瘋狂在洗臉,想洗淨什麼?是理性計算的齷齰?是逃避自由的妒恨?還是害怕瘋狂的瘋狂?在夜裡讀佛洛伊德夢的解析第七章,也是形同用瘋狂洗臉的行為。目的性意念,果真如佛洛伊德說的那樣如影隨形?擺脫得了表層的目的,擺脫不了深層的目的。無從逃逸,即使深刻到地心。必須像雜草般活著,緊緊抓住更多裂縫,直到世界這座瘋人院的圍牆全部倒塌。卑微如雜草者,沒有朋友,也沒有敵人,她死就死了,活就活了。她有土壤有昆蟲有水分子,她有許多隨風飄散的種子。

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October 16,2010

moments of illness

It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
-- Marcel Proust

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October 13,2010

a diary

Keeping a diary was a way that Woolf learned to respect herself, to teach herself that her life had significance, and to give her life significance.
-- Louise Desalvo (1989, Virginia Woolf)

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October 9,2010

naked wall

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a map
of tree roots
with lights on
the naked wall
a deserted house
my heart or yours

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September 28,2010

Judith Butler


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September 27,2010

years

歲月踩踏,在每個人臉上,有些做成了雕塑,有些鑿出了深井。有人維護著雕塑,有人跌落到深井。有人把雕塑變成了畫,有人把深井當成了杯。有人讓自己成為顏料,有人喝著別人的鮮血。

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September 26,2010

intellect and creativity

Apparently it is not good- and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind- if the intellect examines too closely the ideas already pouring in, as it were, at the gates. Regarded in isolation, an idea may be quite insignificant, and venturesome in the extreme, but it may acquire importance from an idea which follows it; perhaps, in a certain collocation with other ideas, which may seem equally absurd, it may be capable of furnishing a very serviceable link. The intellect cannot judge all these ideas unless it can retain them until it has considered them in connection with these other ideas. In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell, and only then does it review and inspect the multitude. You worthy critics, or whatever you may call yourselves, are ashamed or afraid of the momentary and passing madness which is found in all real creators, the longer or shorter duration of which distinguishes the thinking artist from the dreamer. Hence your complaints of unfruitfulness, for you reject too soon and discriminate too severely.
-- Friedrich Schiller

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