2010年9月9日 星期四

1984 = 2010




In a way, the world-view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. They could be made to accept the most flagrant violations of reality, because they never fully grasped the enormity of what was demanded of them, and were not sufficiently interested in public events to notice what was happening. By lack of understanding they remained sane. They simply swallowed everything, and what they swallowed did them no harm, because it left no residue behind, just as a grain of corn will pass undigested through the body of a bird

Exception, pour rêver Mozart



The rule is a question of culture, the exception a question of art. Everyone speaks the rule: cigarettes, computers, t-shirts, tourism, war. No-one speaks the exception. It cannot be spoken. It can be written: Flaubert, Dostoyevsky. It can be composed: Gershwin, Mozart. It can be painted: Cezanne, Vermeer. It can be filmed: Antonioni, Vigo. Or it can be lived, and is thus called the art of living: Srebenica, Mostar, Sarajevo. It is part of the rules to want the death of the exception. It is the rule of European culture to organise the death of the art of living.
JLG

2010年4月2日 星期五

加缪初印象



(一)

昨晚在回家的公交车上, 外面下着雨, 公交车里窗户紧闭, 潮湿的臭味热烘烘的扑面而来. 头上的电视在一遍又一遍的放一个关于廉洁正义的宣传片, 正好我刚刚读完了”局外人”便无聊的观察着那些孩子, 更确切的说是那些女孩, 我已经失去了估计比我小的那些孩子的年龄的能力, 我只是在想我若在这个年龄, 我是否会喜欢上这个类型的女生. 画面中的那些孩子装出开心的在体育场跑道边上鼓掌和敬礼, 我已无法想象当年我若在他们中间的确切情形, 我还不至于像现在这样愤恨的蔑视, 我想我只是觉得天气很热, 阳光很刺眼, 我看到了我前面站着的某个同学针刺般树立的头发上有几滴粘乎乎的汗珠, 我觉得无聊和莫名其妙的困, 然后我的那个”心上人”(站在最前面那个在那个年纪稍有些姿色,带领后面黑压压一群人敬礼的女孩)突然手臂用力的向上一挥, 由于用力过猛, 身体有些僵硬的微微一颤, 我便觉得脑子一阵晕(多是由于天气), 一身鸡皮疙瘩.

(二)

从我住的地方到车站需要一段距离, 那段距离之中原本计划是由一座公园或者花园之类的东西, 开发商后来觉得亏本或者无所谓就忘了花园这件事. 时间久了, 这篇地就杂草丛生, 就有人从中踩出了一条路. 之后一些老太太从中拔掉一些杂草开出一片地种了葱, 绿豆和一些我不认识的作物, 现在乍看上去倒像一片不怎么繁盛的菜地. 这件事倒也没什么特别, 只是让我想起了卡夫卡”城堡”中的K, 一个土地测量员, 单就土地测量员这个词而言, 既不是卑鄙地下的坏人, 又不是烈士英雄之类; 就像这片菜地, 一个原本应当成为花园的土地, 却也没变成污浊腐臭的臭水塘, 而是成了一片菜地. 这也是为什么我突然把我博客的名字改成了抗争与漠不关心的黄金分割.