The Re-imagined‧重組想像的

/ Sabina Sun (02/05/2008)

When cheery blossoms,

The wind blows brightly,

When the hope sprouts,

The sons of tulips smile merrily,

When the red river flows,

The blue fishes and green fruits start to sing,

When the colorful seaweeds swing under the ocean,

All the lovely dolphins could hold and kiss each other

Tell me, friends, is our spring coming?

Is it coming? After the inevitable cold war

Tell me, are we standing on the hip and hot Promised Land?

After the impossible return for all the believed travelers

懂得享受生命中的各種精神症狀，才是二十一世紀活生生的存在意義。

因為每一種症狀，都是想像力的碎片，也是重新拼湊存在，創造作品版圖，源源不絕的生命之泉。

                                                 -- 與喜愛創造活動的朋友共勉之。

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing ,
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.

I ’ve known her from an ample nation
Choose one; 
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.                          
                                 - Emily Dickinson

三頻美穗

樹，一直站在那裡

站在霧裡，在風雨交加的小丘頂

熱帶氣旋帶來的颱風眼  吹開了

地景視野  我們終於看見

看見了屬於樂生的歷史梯田

住著百年來疾病的記憶  四季交替

有相互倚賴的村落鄰里  上下錯置

以八方命名的磚屋長廊  有熱血青年穿梭的身影

然而樹，一直站在那裡站在

抵抗的人群裡，在被捷運劃開的城市肚臍裡

老根使命盤住被撕裂了的土地共同體

鬼子般的推土機  挖走了阿公阿嬤的心

青春被等待熬成了草藥  用來治療

被土石流滲透而成的傷口  而樹啊樹

始終無怨無悔地站在烏雲密佈天空下  手牽手

渴望  那終年不見天日的正義

* 南方電子報〈支持保存樂生，也就是支持有歷史感有文化內涵的城市發展模式！〉（孫瑞穗）

As you know, the lyrics of American Pie are done by a well-known singer song-writer, Don Mclean. The subject of this album is all about music curiosity, i.e. the favorite questions regarding music. When regularly asked what "American Pie" meant, McLean thus replied,

Sorry to leave you all on your own like this but long ago I realized that songwriters should make their statements and move on, maintaining a dignified silence. 

Thoughts in writing are all about

Possibilities, openness, and creativities.

The crucial point is not how illy shameful

The nakedness of wordings is,

But how mentally limited and stubbornly dirty

Your imagination could be led to.

What on earth makes you start to think then?

Sometimes the limit of imagination comes from

The poverty of philosophy, sometimes

The breakdown of freedom of speech, but

Sometimes, it’s simply due to

The lack of humanity, hope and beauty in mind.

* 第 8屆台北詩歌節：每一種藝術的邊界都是詩

    - In memory of STARSHIP BAND in our teens 

/ Sabina Sun

We built the city on rock and roll

They did Indian belly dance in a lovely French salon

Talking about revolution in different tone

Promoting ideas and concepts, pretending radical

To be, or not to be? The question is,

Well, Yes or no

We built the city and try to promote with classical cello

They played Bach’s temperament in-between major C and L

Carrying my auntie’s passion and her portable piano at café Brazil

Whispering multicultural channel in 88 notes,

Modernist or Traditional? The choice of "either or" is,

Oh no, almost mission impossible

Finally, we built the city on Metropolitan jazz with local aboriginals

Rocking the young blue teens and making their street bands roll

Kicking off the hybrid rhythm of Bossa Nova with maiden Lisa Ono

All the strangers coming to meet at home town, We, the people,

Local or global? Frankly, the labeling is,

Well, essential but also reversible