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A Page of Ephemera
Tokyo,  Alaska, Houston,
      photo collage from my summer 2009.
可是世界这么大何时随波逐流何时遗世孤立

A Page of Ephemera

Tokyo,  Alaska, Houston,

      photo collage from my summer 2009.

可是世界这么大
何时随波逐流
何时遗世孤立

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If you could sense the breathy wave of lavender lamps lining up the street
or smell the remnants of crawfish and oysters running down the sewage
It had probably rained way too much in New Orleans
I’d wish you a merry Christmas anyways
and a cute monkey to hold your umbrella when it rains?

If you could sense the breathy wave of lavender lamps lining up the street

or smell the remnants of crawfish and oysters running down the sewage

It had probably rained way too much in New Orleans

I’d wish you a merry Christmas anyways

and a cute monkey to hold your umbrella when it rains?

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Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Just got back from New Orleans Xmas trip with roomie and now prepping for snowboarding in NM.
Wandering around taking random photos and 7-meals a day is quite an unexpected way to spend my first Xmas break in the states -_-.

Free upgrade to first class thanks to Continental, surprise last-minute encounter with old friend Jasmine , talking in wenzhounese with random local chef, some random late night gallery hop, hugging alligators and taking swamp tour, and endless restaurant crawl. Yo good time!


More in flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/valkyv/sets/72157628675043905/

Sthaniya Sambaad 加尔各答的夜行者

在最焦躁的午后你寻找解答、吟诵诗句,坐立不安地在城市边缘的夹缝奔走
默不作声地追随恋慕之人的行踪。
夏蝉在假想空间震耳欲聋的告白、脖颈骨隐晦的曲线
蜿蜒的对白里无果的推测和蒸腾的焦灼
直到夜幕降临,


无数遍无声排演后叹息
开始用脚掌描摹城市的嶙峋骨骼
 
而歌者被盗去了长发、以夜为裳
白城黑雨和目光倒影
灯红酒绿 袅绕腾腾浊音


那一瞬间你反向而行
抛却枷锁直至无人之境
鬼魅灯光和破晓回望
你将诗篇归还给过往的诗人


既无所企盼,亦不觉现世归途业已消匿。
似有所追求却途中离去。
倦鸟知返却无处可归


曾以生存是静止维度上的摇曳幻影
移动视角的最终竟失去原点,
成为城市边缘的新生游魂
分崩离析恰最为淡然无声


阿丁没有找到的美人
美人没有找到的长辫
长辫没有找到的买家
过气诗人老板找到了不值钱的诗篇和值钱的建筑工地


没有等价交换
款款穷途末路
因为没有如果
逆来顺受地活在当下


当曲折分合成为字幕淡然的一笔
当你只是所有目光里最为怪诞的一束之一
当无数交叉缝合的生之线条
仍然无所依存地飘扬在城池缝隙
无所依存
聚居生生不息


总之人类学的坑爹影评写不出就吐槽丰富了起来(喂)
被孟加拉语小电影虐着写完影评一周后去上课,惊觉邻座一扯到时空解构就两眼放光的爽朗大叔正是此电影的导演Moinak Biswas。世界好小T.T

而且发现他喜好的居然是情节虚化到莫名的台湾小电影。嘛大概繁杂视线最能解读符号,于是让大条乱跑的镜头也意义非凡
还有近来越发萌印度口音了。(有病啊!)。。。。 anyways于是码了个苦逼影评正文来了:

Arjun Gourisaria and Moinak Biswas’s Spring in the Colony portrays the dynamics and struggles in the city of Calcutta and maps the city through a mixture of hallucinated and realistic perceptions. The exhibition of the boundaries and coordinates in the film constructs a remarkable setting for the experiential momentum of cityness.
Spring in the Colony shows a portrait of omnipresent boundaries and tumbling coordinates within the stationary frame in a shifting perspective, as an almost sporadic narrative of the sorrowful love story, petty crime and mundane livelihood of the inhabitants of the fringe of Calcutta unravels.
The plot of the film appears to be lack of eye-catching thread of drama and emotional shock at the first sight. Stable exposure to a character as an important factor for creating the linkage between the audience and the character is diluted through the rapidly shifting perspective and murky areas of hallucination. Although conversations ranging from dreamily poetic to abruptly vulgar flooding various scenes and lively sounds recorded from the shooting sites are able to recreate the reality-like perception of daily life, the camera held at eye-level and deliberate distance for the shots serve to desaturate the touch of emotions of the characters, contracting the direct passage to the inner space of characters like Atin, Ananya and the thieves.
In contrast to the blurry causal relationship between the events, the spatial arrangement of the film is distinctively structured and defined with clear-cut boundaries and well-observed coordinates.
The macroscopic boundaries of the city through the arrangement of three distinctive sections without gradual transition: the chaotic and lively Colony, the arrogant and metropolitan White Town, and the surreal and strange New Town, impose an overarching structure dissecting the city into various functioning bodies and modes. The old colony full of impoverished immigrants and rampant local political and social conflicts serves as the container of the collective memory by revelation of historic roots of ongoing conflicts as well as individual’s nostalgia forming the bond between the habitants and the land. Atin and thieves form two moving parties departing the old colony and entering the strange realm of White Town in pursuit of their own dreams. As the new realm of White Town unravels its glamour colored with debauch and delirium in the second section, lingering disappointment and fear originated from the material culture grow into dominating momentum, pushing the “intruders” from the old colony towards the even stranger and extreme realm of the New Town. The New Town unveils yet another mode of the city of Calcutta in the solitude and surrealism as the monstrous incubator of the new territory of cityness. Idyllic illusion, materialistic desire and monstrous expansionary ambition mingle effortlessly in the seemingly irrelevant and undefined realm of the city, where industrial chemicals and serene moment of sunrise cohabit and where flux of information comes and goes, leaving everything waiting for the uncontrollable and chaotic beginning. The boundaries of spaces, functions and modes of the city are not only manifested in the macroscopic design of the body of the city, but also in the livelihood of the habitants through the microscopic scenes and details. Examples such as division of domestic and public space or territories of individuals through light contrast effectively forming split-screen effect, scenes shot from windows and doors blocked by walls or bars, and even the cross-section of wall and subjective contrast of silence and chaos are among the commonly used strategies for creating the sense of separation to form suggested boundaries in the film.
The sense of familiarity and association with the world around us could be heavily dependent on the choice of the point of origin, from which we start off to explore the unknown realm, and the coordinates, which provides the sense of direction and distance essential for the mapping process. In a way, stationary points of origins of various characters can create a map of familiarity, posing as the coordinate for other characters. The film features the destruction of such origin and coordinates, which reveals the powerful force of modernity and development, stirring conflicting interests and giving birth to displacement in the realm of familiarity.
In Spring in the Colony, although the story proceeds with chase sequence and shifting spatial relationships, the points of origin and coordinate for various characters fall within the realm of the old colony: Atin’s old house, the shopkeeper’s provision shop, Ananya’s room, idling teenager’s bamboo perch, etc. It is from these points of origin the exploration of the outer world starts and after the destruction of such points of origin and coordinates when the sense of loss and liberation from boundary begins. Atin’s escape from origin for the beloved illusion marks the departure from the known and familiar. However when he returns to his origin only to find residual of the past existence, the sense of loss and powerlessness was so overwhelming that even reaction was absent. The shopkeeper lost the “prison” he created for himself. Yet the destruction of all of these points of origin and coordinates is astonishingly silent, the absence of sound in the slow and almost mellow scene of demolishment of old houses in the old colony stands out from the chaos and renders the violence into a thoughtful pause for the audience. Still, life goes on, with another round of reconstruction or maybe yet another round of destruction. The silent tumbling of coordinates in contrast with the chaotic conflicts and quarrel at the beginning of the film creates chilling resonance among the audience. The metabolism of the body of the city can be ruthless at the individual level, but it goes on without questioning the feeling of the individual “cells” of the body.The old functions of the “cell” are disabled, allowing new features to be developed, but how many would remember the significance of the original point of departure and care about whether the displaced cell has discovered its new coordinate?

6.10有关无关的下午们

缓慢的下午有太阳雨打乱撑船的节拍,于是仰面卧倒在木船里,牛津狭长的水道中偶遇同在避雨的鹅一家。忽然萌得不知所云。

一时流水账成瘾,记忆断然丢失的所有些微,像无法细拍的照片歪斜一边。它们的意义, 它们的隐喻, 它们的轮廓, 它们的存在。它们短暂长久地循环播放着无人守候的乐音,提醒你呼啸而去的须臾。

少来了。脑海里狂飙着粗斜体的各种弹幕:阿trinity第六周过啦第七周过啦。 虫某回美国啦。 本周又插了十来本书的reading list和两三篇paper夹击之类好苦逼。为啥还有各种考试。为啥冰箱里囤货又过期了蓝莓在长毛阿。学生证和眼镜又掉黑洞了么。 所以总之反正各种慌乱就是啦!

结果因为tutor请病假所以压力瞬减遂还是和虫娘娘一起去bath spa泡澡了一刚,这日子真是毫无下限了。 被优惠券诱惑得免疫防线无能,不小心一泡4小时。升腾的暖暖氤氲里窥视脚下bath古建筑教堂的丛林,仰望群鸟和云层之间斜露了小块的淡蓝色,气泡款款地从脚底冒上来,然后抱着漂浮条沉浮在温泉中结果不慎睡去, 回到毫无记忆的幼年时代才有的恬淡又漂浮的梦境。

回牛津路上碰到莫名搭讪的美国摩门教传教士,等他们表明真身后才意识到自己之前说了很失礼的话。虫:“摩门教是什么”。我:“噢就是那个不能喝可乐的教阿”。喂你是有多钝感阿喂!完全黑线了真的是对不起阿传教君 ==|||。。晚上回来和附中组娘娘们吃学院formal hall回寝室自动各种欢乐抽风。吃个饭还赶上bill同学向eugene同学求婚(伪)神马的,劲爆史了肚子抽筋了阿有木有。

趴桌睡一觉看到幻灯回放的过去一年,想来有时旅行也可以这样散漫,只是瞬间冲动延长,变成了纯粹又漫长的故事。为经历而经历的美好与悲痛, 为回望时心潮澎湃的瞬时, 为曾经的梦想和梦回的承诺,为冬眠中不知所谓的勇气,为心中尚且栖居的某些纪念倾诉和证明,为忘记烦忧不知疲劳地一路奔跑,为与友人家人相见在世界一角的奇异温暖,为todo list上徘徊许久的执念之地,为不知所措荒度的时间或百无聊赖的装逼,为从所谓轨道中开跑再有所眷顾低头看长长的影子。those littlest things that the big words can never contain

所幸感动没有度量单位,所以不会知道最感动的到底是和faye童鞋冒着雨夹雪风极限状态里趴在埃菲尔铁塔上俯瞰夜晚塞纳河,还是站在陶伯河畔罗腾堡小镇夜晚的巷口和虫某走丢却突然发现黑夜里笼罩世界的黯淡繁星。 反正总会没有足够的iso和快门速度去捕捉的瞬间,所以自暴自弃守株待兔也无可厚非。 图像在硬盘里化成芜杂的01,却很可能没有机会再想起来,也很有可能没有机会再说出去。Ephemera的存在感的无法完全刻录,像凌晨4点半去cornwall的路上在英国南部无名的山地里行驶的火车中突然神志模糊地惊醒.昏黄的灯光倒映在睡眼惺忪的车窗上,忽闪过暗夜和黎明交界的海面微光,然后在荒原的尽头被草浪和群山的起伏中迅速被淹没,同行的wings小盆友睡得好安稳所以没有出声,只是默默看着海面被小镇的教堂钟楼剪影覆盖,看着背后的天空泛起了些许绯红的鱼肚白,甚至不想用相机,不想依赖图像和文字的无力来惊动这一刻的孤独和温暖,只是侥幸地想着很久以后的某一天,通宵喷paper到 想夜半撞墙的时候或许还会鲜活地记起这样的一个瞬间。

就像记得小学二三年级的某个凌晨,在借宿房间里小朋友们均匀的呼吸声里醒来,爬到窗台上,鼻子贴在映 着夜空和路灯的冰冷玻璃,看着卡车小心翼翼驶过小河上的石桥,看着柳枝鬼魅的影子散发着混黄的光晕,意识到没头脑的理所当然和须臾的不复归来,于是毫不相 关地悲喜不定。

毫不相关是吧。 

故事什么的最喜欢长些毫不相关却联系着的刻意细枝末节桥段,也无妨猜想现世大体如此,事物完整地在平行和连贯的维度里顺势平铺,but you are just peeping into the abyss. So it doesn’t matter.

也会顺势想起去年暑假和蛋妈讨论作品归属性的没有结论的一段话. 写下字句的意义是归属于书写的你还是阅读的你。而你埋藏的密钥还有多长的保质期。还是沉没在哲人的河流断层无法翻身却不需任何意义。甚至还可以不小心跳到故里是一段时间多于一个空间概念之类的论据。于是总也回归不去。然后想起british economics history的嗯哼教授特别喜欢在类似这种地方用铅笔画扭扭的下划线,再扭扭地写“develop”。

这又是为什么呢。 

只是突然想平铺这些突然跳跃到视线里的瞬间。

 流水账也好意识流也罢偶尔吐槽一下也无大碍。 

所以才那么喜欢在火车或飞机上醒来,理直气壮地不知身处何方,心无旁骛地看着有和没有的风景,让那些记得起来和记不起来的事都变得毫不相关。 

今天有去punting为虫某践行。天气变的阴晴不定。撑着船过magdalen bridge浅浅的河摊,漂浮着凶猛无辜的疯鸭子,优雅装逼的伪天鹅,太阳大块落下来,又被云朵大块回收,躺在船上吃 nutella panini.抽筋地笑被路人围观拍照,发表着这一路可以撑到泰晤士河顺便跑伦敦的不靠谱豪言壮语,举起手在之字型的河道水草的 味道从上飞扬的水流里渗透到袖口和手肘,平静河面泛出的涟漪,倒映一船年轻满足又诡异的笑。无间断撞树撞船,扑倒卧倒匍匐前进,又忽然倾盆大雨,不知应该感谢 哪一只的超凡人品,然后尖叫咆哮摔倒挤雨伞,三个小时后衣冠楚楚的五个人已经衣衫褴褛大变身。从头到脚沾着星点泥草无力归岸。

8点钟狠命爬到岸上看还没落山的太阳慵懒地趴在magdalen bridge下的波浪里。

突然又有小小的声音在感叹。 

我是会多想念你们亚。 

就是这样。  

可还是莫名的无限欢喜。



 

いってらしゃい。

またいつか会えるから。頑張ってね。 

10.6.2011 @ Ox