尽管人生漫长
但履历表最好简短。
尽量简洁、精要。
风景由地址取代，
摇摆的记忆屈服于无可动摇的日期。
所有爱情之中只提婚姻，
所有子女当中只提那些出生的。
谁认识你比你认识谁重要。
旅行要出了国才算。
什么会员就好，为什么能免则免。
光荣可以记录，手段就不必提了。
填填写写，仿佛从未跟自己交谈过，
跟自己永远只有一臂之隔。
悄悄略过不提你的狗、鸟、
布满灰尘的纪念品、朋友，和梦。
价格，无关价值，
头衔，并非内涵。
他的鞋子大小，而不是他前往的地方，
你用以冒充自己的那个。
再附上一张露出单耳的照片。
重要的是它的形状，不是它听见了什么。
反正，还有什么好听的呢？
碎纸机的嘈杂声。
-- -- 2015年12月31日 联合早报
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Friday, October 2, 2015
Burnt Norton (excerpt)
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
-- -- Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot
-- -- Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot
Sunday, June 7, 2015
13umbrellas
// April 2015
I have always feel that poems and rains they go very well together. Both cleanse the soul. And I was outside of myself when I got to experience both at the same time in a class I took exactly a year ago. HC3013. I might be terribly bad when it comes to literary analysis (or exams for that matter) but words don't discriminate. I still don't think subpar grades make me any less of a reader. It has always only been about what I feel and how I feel. That's the thing about Cancerians I guess. With that class, I felt strongly about a lot of things - some of which I wrote in my tangible diary, and some I carry within myself. But the thing about people is that we don't stay in one place forever（总不能死赖着不走）even though sometimes we wish time would just stop running so fast for once coz heck I hadn't even caught up with my own thoughts and whatever feelings that sprung up from nowhere. Then again, that place had been too beautiful to walk away from. Maybe I'm still at the same place and that's okay. I have since then only looked at and thought of umbrellas in a metaphorical way. And that's okay too. It's not a bad way to remember people by.
I have always feel that poems and rains they go very well together. Both cleanse the soul. And I was outside of myself when I got to experience both at the same time in a class I took exactly a year ago. HC3013. I might be terribly bad when it comes to literary analysis (or exams for that matter) but words don't discriminate. I still don't think subpar grades make me any less of a reader. It has always only been about what I feel and how I feel. That's the thing about Cancerians I guess. With that class, I felt strongly about a lot of things - some of which I wrote in my tangible diary, and some I carry within myself. But the thing about people is that we don't stay in one place forever（总不能死赖着不走）even though sometimes we wish time would just stop running so fast for once coz heck I hadn't even caught up with my own thoughts and whatever feelings that sprung up from nowhere. Then again, that place had been too beautiful to walk away from. Maybe I'm still at the same place and that's okay. I have since then only looked at and thought of umbrellas in a metaphorical way. And that's okay too. It's not a bad way to remember people by.
And with that, I come up with 13umbrellas. It is my wish for this blog to remind me of gentler and purer days when this world gets a little too harsh. This rain, it never stops. But I would still have my umbrella with me and I would be okay. Leaving a poem below that inspired everything I wrote in this post:
《大雨》叶青
雨下大了
理应你是在屋里
就怕你被其他世界淋湿
岁月之类
人群之类
你常常把伞弄丢
你的伞都很好看
小小的白云 载着你 去许多地方
在大雨之中
你始终不会懂我在为你担心些什么
雨是不会停的
有些时候雨是不会停的
并不管你是否有伞
