一座演化中的島嶼-話語╱音樂

Joy Division - The Eternal

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:51:04 +0800

Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

Roy Todd - Child of the troubles

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:42:44 +0800

玩偶的靈魂

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 12:59:23 +0800

哦，玩偶的靈魂，你這非神所造的，你這為一位魯莽的仙子賭氣所祈禱著，由一位偶像竭盡全力呼出的物之魂，我們全都保存著你，半是憂心忡忡半是慷慨大度，沒有人能從你裡面退出來，哦靈魂，你這從未被正確地穿戴過的，你總是被保養著（就像人們在夏天保養皮革一樣），防範著各種老派的氣味：看哪，如今蛀蟲鑽進你們體內了。
── Rainer Maria Rilke，劉皓明譯

only you

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:38:18 +0800

another level

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 00:07:08 +0800

理性的思維對於神靈保護或是巫婆親吻之類的力量，總是充滿懷疑。當我們探索人生，並對奇妙的無形世界保持開放時，自然會到達另一個超越邏輯與理性規範的層次。
── Gita Dorothy Morena, The Wisdom of Oz
　　朱惠英、江麗美譯，《綠野仙蹤與心靈療癒》　
　　台北：心靈工坊。

Sad Romance

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 13:15:22 +0800

Dmitri Shostakovich - Romance

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 15:53:37 +0800

G. F. Händel - Sarabande

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:24:41 +0800

Tchaikovsky - None But The Lonely Hearts

Fri, 28 Aug 2009 23:46:39 +0800

Johann Sebastian Bach - Air, Suite nº 3

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 15:43:51 +0800

The soul and the body fall asleep together.

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 23:48:10 +0800

The soul and the body fall asleep together. As the motion of the blood is calmed, a sweet feeling of peace and quiet spreads through the whole mechanism. The soul feels itself little by little growing heavy as the eyelids droop, and loses its tenseness, as the fibres of the brain relax; thus little by little it becomes as if paralyzed and with it all the muscles of the body. These can no longer sustain the weight of the head, and the soul can no longer bear the burden of thought; it is in sleep as if it were not.
-- Julien Offray de La Mettrie

Bill Evans-My Foolish Heart

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:19:26 +0800

Cannonball Adderley with Miles Davis - Autumn Leaves

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 16:07:06 +0800

discord

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 19:43:10 +0800

How shall we find the concord of this discord?
-- Shakespear, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Rachmaninov - Cello Sonata in G minor Op.19

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 23:45:08 +0800

Scorpions - In Trance

Fri, 07 Aug 2009 01:01:15 +0800

Secret Garden -- Sleepsong

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 03:23:43 +0800

we must trust in what is difficult

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 20:11:55 +0800

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it. This very wish, if you use it calmly and prudently and like a tool, will help you spread out your solitude over a great distance. Most people have (with the help of conventions) turned their solutions toward what is easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear that we must trust in what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at all costs and against all opposition. We know little, but that we must trust in what is difficult is a certainty that will never abandon us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke

useless criticism

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 16:37:49 +0800

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke

Secret Garden - Prayer

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 04:03:00 +0800

Secret Garden - Nocturne

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 04:15:17 +0800

The Sacrifice - Michael Nyman

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 23:07:32 +0800

Robert Schumann - Piano Concerto

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 14:31:45 +0800

Robert Schumann - Papillons

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 10:25:15 +0800

Michael Jackson - they don't care about us

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 23:59:29 +0800

skinhead, deadhead, everybody gone bad
situation, aggravation, everybody allegation
in the suite, on the news, everybody dog food
bang bang, shock dead, everybodys gone bad.

all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us
all i wanna say is that
they don't really care about us

beat me, hate me, you can never break me
will me, thrill me, you can never kill me
chew me, sue me, everybody do me
kick me, hike me, don't you black or white me

tell me what has become of my life
i have a wife and two children who love me
i am the victiom of police brutality, now.
i'm tired of being the victim of hate,
you're rapin' me of my pride
of for god's sake
i look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy....
set me free

skinhead, deadhead, everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation, everybody allegation
in the suite, on the news, everybody dog food
black man, black mail, throw the brother in jail

tell me what has become of my rights
am i invisible cause you ignore me?
your proclamation promised me free liberty, now.
i'm tired of being the victim of shame
they're throwing me in a class with a bad name
i can't believe this is the land from which i came.
you know i really do hate to say
the government don't wanna say
but if roosevelt was livin',
he would't let this be, no no.

skinhead, deadhead, everybodys gone bad
situation, speculation, everybody litigation
beat me, bash me, you can never trash me
hit me, kick me, you can never get me

some things in live they just don't wanna see
but if martin luther was livin'
he wouldn't let this be

skinhead, deadhead, everybody's gone bad
situation, segregation, everybody allegation
in the suite, on the news, everybody dog food
kick me, hike me, don't you wrong or right me

with stupidity

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 16:55:31 +0800

Why people's reproaching each other with stupidity is so widespread today?
-- Robert Musil

Franz Schubert - Serenade

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 16:31:19 +0800

Franz Schubert - Piano trio op. 100, D 929 2 mov.

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 16:54:03 +0800

Schubert - Death and the Maiden

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 12:03:27 +0800

boredom

Sun, 10 May 2009 20:11:50 +0800

Boredom is the desire for happiness left in its pure state.
-- Giacomo Leopardi

being face to face

Tue, 05 May 2009 21:38:18 +0800

This is called destiny: being face to face
and nothing else, and always opposite
-- Rainer Maria Rilke

cannot turn away

Tue, 05 May 2009 20:57:05 +0800

No more than one choice is permitted. He who creates cannot turn away from any existence; a single failing anywhere at all snatches him from the state of grace, makes him faulty through and through.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke

soul receives from soul

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 15:13:31 +0800

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
-- rumi

Schubert - Symphony n.8 Unfinished

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 10:38:59 +0800

Patty Griffin - Rain

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 11:13:08 +0800

It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart
Beating close to mine
Pounding up against the stone and steel
Walls that I won't climb
Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep
You think that you're gonna drown
Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep
With all this rain falling down

Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain

Its hard to know when to give up the fight
Two things you want will just never be right
Its never rained like it has to night before
Now I don't wanna beg you baby
For something maybe you could never give
I'm not looking for the rest of your life
I just want another chance to live

Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain

Raphael - Eternal Wish

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 13:20:05 +0800

The Idiot's Song

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 00:33:38 +0800

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

They don't bother me. They let me go my way.
They say that nothing can happen.
How nice.
Nothing can happen. Everything comes and circles
forever around the Holy Ghost,
around that certain ghost (you know)—,
how nice.

No, one truly mustn't think that there's
anything dangerous in this.
Of course, that's the blood.
The blood is the heaviest thing. The blood is heavy.
Sometimes I think I can't go on any more—,
(How nice.)

Ah, what is this a pretty ball;
red and round like an overall.
Nice, that you made it.
Will it come when one calls?

How all of this names itself rare,
driven together, flowing apart:
friendly, a little bit uncertain.
How nice.　　　　　　　 (繼續閱讀...)

Cat Power - Troubled Waters

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 22:15:32 +0800

I must be
One of the devil's daughters
They look at me with scorn
I'll never hear their horn
Sometimes
It's like being in chains
Sometimes I hang my head
In shame
When people see me
They scandalize my name
I'm going down
To the devil's water
I'm gonna drown
In that troubled water
It's coming 'round my soul
It's way beyond control
I must be one
I must be one
I must be
One of the devil's daughters
They look at me with scorn
I'll never hear their horn
Sometimes it's like
Being in chains
Sometimes I hang my head
In shame
When people see me
They scandalize my name
I'm going down
To the devil's water
I'm gonna drown
In that troubled water
It's coming 'round my soul
It's way beyond control
I must be one
I must be one
I must be 　　　　

Lacrimosa - Seele In Not

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 09:34:38 +0800

the unbreathable

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 17:38:01 +0800

I have lost my silence, and the regret I feel over that is immensurable. I cannot describe the pain that invades a man once he has begun to speak. It is a motionless pain, that is itself pledged to muteness; because of it, the unbreathable is the element I breathe. I have shut myself up in a room, alone, there is no one in the house, almost no one outside, but this solitude has itself begun to speak, and I must in turn speak about this speaking solitude, not in derision, but because a greater solitude hovers above it, and above that solitude, another still greater, and each, taking the spoken word in order to smother it and silence it, instead echoes it to infinity, and infinity becomes its echo.
-- Maurice Blanchot

nausea

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:59:13 +0800

People who live in society have learned to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. Is that why my flesh is naked? You might say - yes you might say, nature without humanity? Things are bad! Things are very bad: I have it, the filth, the Nausea.
-- Jean-Paul Sartre

time

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:51:55 +0800

Time is invention, or it is nothing.
-- Henri Bergson

Nightwish - Ghost Love Score

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 15:08:28 +0800

We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I`ll bleed forever

Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee
Into the blue memory

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I will bleed forever

Into the blue memory

A siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be

The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love n` loss

Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me

Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep

Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast

Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I`ll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
You were the one to cut me
So I`ll bleed forever

Rachmaninoff plays Chopin Nocturne Op. 15 No. 2

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 09:56:16 +0800

stupidity

Sun, 29 Mar 2009 00:45:37 +0800

Perhaps this is the origin of melancholy which weighs upon the most beautiful human faces: the presentiment of hideousness peculiar to the human face, of a rising tide of stupidity, an evil deformity or a thought governed by madness. For from the point of view of a philosophy of nature, madness arises at the point at which the individual contemplates itself in this free ground - and as a result, stupidity in stupidity, and cruelty in cruelty - to the point it can no longer stand itself.
-- Gilles Deleuze

Amethystium - Garden Of Sakuntala

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:21:11 +0800

Nightwish - Ocean Soul

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 07:51:42 +0800

One more night
To bear this nightmare
What more do I have to say

Crying for me was never worth a tear
My lonely soul is only filled with fear

Long hours of loneliness
Between me and the sea

Losing emotion
Finding devotion
Should I dress in white and search the sea
As I always wished to be - one with the waves
Ocean Soul

Walking the tideline
I hear your name
Is angels whispering
Something so beautiful it hurts

Long hours of loneliness
Between me and the sea

I only wished to become something beautiful
Through my music, through my silent devotion

Losing emotion
Finding devotion
Should I dress in white and search the sea
As I always wished to be - one with the waves
Ocean Soul

Losing emotion
Finding devotion
Should I dress in white and search the sea
As I always wished to be - one with the waves
Ocean Soul

In an Abandoned Room

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 07:21:36 +0800

Georg Trakl (1887-1914)
Tr. Margitt Lehbert

Windows, vivid beds of flowers,
An organ's sound is wafting in.
Shadows dancing on wallpaper,
Whirling madly all around.

All ablaze the bushes waver
And a swarm of gnats will sway.
On distant fields the swish of scything
And an ancient water sings.

Whose breath comes to caress me?
Swallows sketch lunatic signs.
The Golden woodland in the distance
Through boundlessness softly flows.

Flames are flickering in the flowers.
This mad dance spins around
Enrapturing, on the yellowed paper.
Through the door someone looks in .

Incense smoke and pears smell sweetly
And Glass and chest in twilight doze.
Slow the feverish brow inclines
Down towards the bright white stars.　　　　

the sole law of abandonment

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 00:21:01 +0800

The sole law of abandonment, like the law of love, is to be without return and without recourse.
-- Jean-Luc Nancy

To live an event as an image

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 22:23:02 +0800

To live an event as an image is not to see an image of this event, nor is it to attribute to the event the gratuitous character of the imaginary. The event really takes place - and yet does it "really" take place? The occurrence commands us, as we would commands the image. That is, it releases us, from it and from ourselves. It keeps us outside; it makes of this outside a presence where "I" does not recognize itself. This movement implies infinite degrees.
-- Maurice Blanchot