(20131210.01)
英國版Esquire月刊有名為"What I've Learned"的專欄
12月號主角是Rod Stewart。
這是其中一段。
There’s a place on the Left Bank, in Paris,where I busked outside when I was younger and had absolutely nothing. I remember singing“Cocaine Blues” there. I went back with my wife a few years ago and there was a guy busking in the very same spot. He was playing a guitar and he had a hat in front of him, and he was singing “Tonight’s the Night”. He didn’t know I was there. He didn’t see me in the back. And I thought,“How remarkable”. Those are the wonderful I-really-have-made-it moments, you know?
(20131210.02)
好多年前我重回百利,找不到我待過的地方。
那已經變成潮聖之地。沒有半個人記得,或者聽過,曾經有一家叫“助聽器”的刊物。
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[助聽器] 一份不存在的雙週刊 /關於音樂, 電影, 閱讀, 失去的人和物, 時光旅行...如此種種/
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10.12.13
2.11.13
Lou Reed
(20131102.01)
...remembered (via Glen O'Brien)
...remembered (via Glen O'Brien)
Hey Lou, it's me.
"I wished I talked to you more when you were alive..."
You wrote that to Andy
when he bought it. Well, fucking ditto.
I just wanted to say
that you went out well. You went out on top. And the whole fucking thing...your
um, oeuvre, is like, scintillating and mind-boggling and thrilling and scary.
Thrills and chills, fear and loathing, and then, just when we least expected
it, you pulled out a big fat heart.
I first saw Lou Reed
when I was in college. It had to be the summer of '67 because the first Velvet
Underground album, The Velvet Underground & Nico, had come out in
March. The one with the Warhol
peel-able banana on the inside of the LP. I had seen it in the record store. I
think I didn't have enough money to buy the album right off but I knew that the
band was involved with Andy Warhol and they looked more interesting than
anybody I'd ever seen before, and that was good enough for me. There was Andy on the back cover,
staring through a tambourine. Lou
was the guitar player in wraparound shades and a cop hairdo holding a guitar
with his fingers bent in a weird posture, possibly resulting from taking a
pill.
So I went to see The
Velvets play at La Cave, a folk club on the East side of Cleveland, Ohio. I had
gone there numerous times to see gentle folkies like Bob Gibson, Tom Rush, Judy
Collins, and Ian & Sylvia, but I was especially psyched to see the weird
band managed by Andy Warhol that had a songs called "Heroin,"
"The Black Angel's Death Song," and "All Tomorrow's
Parties." With the incredibly beautiful German singer who was in La Dolce
Vita. Nico!
The club, which was
located in a basement, was either half full or half empty, but it wasn't
exactly the usual folkie crowd. There was a biker contingent present. And
strange pale people, not deadhead hippies. The show started in an unusual
way—the band, all dressed in black, came out one at a time. One rifing, then two, then three... I
don't remember who came out first; I'm guessing it was Sterling Morrison, but
it was Lou who came out last, wearing a t-shirt. He had short hair, wraparound
shades and a thick muscular neck. He played a hollow bodied Gibson, and he
played the hell out of it. Suddenly, in my boring Midwestern city, I found
myself in new territory.
The Velvet Underground
was a rhythmic band and they played hard, tight, intensely. As if they were
under the influence of some strange stimulus. I had never heard or seen
anything like them—well, nobody had. John Cale had straight, black
shoulder-length hair and was wearing a black turtleneck, black jacket, and what
looked like a large diamond necklace. (Rhinestones no doubt.) It wasn't until halfway through the set
that I noticed that the drummer was probably a girl. The beautiful Nico was nowhere to be found.
For me it was love at
first sight. The audience began dwindling as the show went on, but the bikers
hung tough. It was an unforgettable show: "I'm Waiting for the Man,"
"Run Run Run," "European Son," "Heroin,"
"White Light/White Heat," and "Sister Ray." I had another
reason to move to New York. If New York 1967 was like this, I had to get there.
I finally got there in
the summer of 1970 just as the Velvet Underground was playing their last
engagement at Max's, two sets a night for two months. John Cale was gone, as
was drummer Moe Tucker. The band was Lou, Sterling Morrison, Doug Yule on bass,
and Doug's brother Billy on drums. Lou's last night before he quit was recorded
on a Sony cassette recorder by Brigid Berlin—it was later released as The
Velvet Underground Live at Max's Kansas City. It wasn't the dark, controlled anarchy that I'd seen a few
years before but it was sublime and poetic. Lou seemed world-weary, but he went
out on a good night.
I met Lou in 1971. He
came up to Andy Warhol's Factory where I was working on Interview Magazine. Lou
was already one of my heroes (I made my art school film project using
"Heroin" as the soundtrack) and I was both thrilled and disappointed
meeting him. He was very nice and open, but he seemed strangely damaged. He had
been living in Long Island and working for his father's accounting office. I
wondered how this could have happened to him. But the good news was he was
making music again. He was recording his first solo album, with Richard
Robinson producing, for RCA Records. I suggested that Lou write something about
the record for Interview. He sent
me a piece and I thought it was embarrassingly earnest, but also kind of
lobotomized. I told Lou that it wasn't really what I had in mind and he
apologized to me. I felt awful.
But I could relate to
what he was going through. He had been the voice, guitar, and words of the
best, most sophisticated rock band ever, and they didn't sell any records.
Brian Eno said something funny, that the first Velvets album didn't sell many
copies but everyone who bought one started a band. Lou knew he was up there
with Dylan and the Stones, he even thought he was a better guitar player than
Hendrix, but the record companies didn't get it. Their idea of cool was
Jefferson Airplane. And the Velvets' last record, Loaded, had been hijacked by
Cale's replacement, the band's newest member Doug Yule, who remixed the album
after Lou's departure. (Two of the songs on the album went on to become
standards—"Sweet Jane" and "Rock and Roll.") No wonder he
was depressed.
As I spent time with
Lou I would see flashes of what I expected from him all along. He was
brilliant, but had a lot of bitterness in him that fed a mean streak. A mean
mean streak that alternated with empathy and great humor.
I courted Lou's
friendship and he was a friend back. I was 24 and he was 29. (I know because we
have the same birthday.) I finally got to know the guy about as much as one
could and I watched, quietly cheering, as he pulled himself back together. But it was a weird process. We'd go out
for brunch and Lou would be putting back double bloody marys before noon, and
seemed to be taking pills that pushed him in different directions, up and down,
but he also seemed to be getting his swagger back.
Lou did a reading at
St. Mark's Church. He published the lyrics to "The Murder Mystery" in
the Paris Review. He hooked up with Bettye Kronstadt, a tall good-looking
cocktail waitress and aspiring actress and he got his own apartment, although
it was an ugly apartment with shag carpeting and bad suburban furniture. But
with Lou, he was either in perfect taste or execrable taste. He seemed to like
both modes. Although, frankly, I think that, as artistic as he was, he simply
wasn't a visual person. He always
had perfect hair or the worst hairstyle ever. Sometimes you wondered if he was
being ironic or clueless. Lou, who
had no choice about being hip, was fascinated with squaredom. That was part of
the appeal of Bettye. She was a nice square chick. They got married. Then I
remember seeing her with a black eye that never seemed to heal.
Lou started calling me
to hang out, which was fun. Sometimes he'd call up late to see what I was
doing. One night he called and I was listening to Rod Stewart's Every Picture
Tells a Story and he started in on me. "Do you actually like Rod Stewart?"
When he stopped mocking me he started telling me about a great discovery he'd
made, a fantastic young band from Boston that he was planning to produce.
"All their songs are about me," he said. I had a feeling he wasn't
kidding.
Lou would drop by my
apartment in the late evening. "Do you have any drugs?" he'd ask. I
don't think I ever did, at least when he asked. I'd say "I have some
pot," and he'd snort and scoff. That wasn't drugs. Lou was often hard to
read. I was a fan of a singer-songwriter named Armand Schaubroeck who made an
album about prison after being sent up for 32 robberies that he committed when
he was 17 and I decided to introduce them, thinking Lou would dig him. Lou
wasn't impressed. Armand was crushed.
I actually thought
Lou's first solo album wasn't very good. The songs were good, most of them
unrecorded Velvets songs, and when they turned up on post-breakup Velvet
Underground albums they were great, but Richard Robinson's production was very
studio-musician in its musicianship. Too slick. Lou was in terrific voice, but
the production, the back up singers, the whole thing sounded about as hip as
Bettye Reed.
I met David Bowie when
he came up to the Factory in 1971 to play "Andy Warhol" for Andy
Warhol. He was smart and nice. Andy didn't know quite what to make of him, or
the song, especially since Bowie had started out with a sort of Lindsay Kemp
mime routine. But Bowie was brilliant and this was probably when he hooked up
with Lou.
In 1972 I went to
London with a group of American rock writers for the release of David Bowie's
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars. It was a
fantastic trip. I saw Harry Nilsson play piano in the lobby of the hotel where
we stayed. I danced with David at The Sombrero, a basement disco. And we all
caught performances by two acts Bowie was hooking up with at London's
Roundhouse. There was Iggy Pop—utterly amazing—doing the best-ever set.
"Did you like that?" Iggy yelled at the crowd. "Yeah!" they
screamed back. "Okay," said Iggy, "Let's do it again!"
And the next night
there was Lou. Lou put on a great show. He was wearing eye makeup and had his
fingernails painted black. The
music was hipper than on the solo album and Lou was on. I went backstage to see him afterward
and he was sweating and grumpy. He had no roadie and was moving his own
amps. But that was the beginning
of a new Lou. Bowie and his guitarist Mick Ronson proved to be the perfect
producers.
In a way Transformer
was the most Warholian of Lou's records. "Vicious" ("You hit me
with a flower, you do it every hour,") was written at the suggestion of
Andy. "You know, vicious, like I hit you with a flower." A silly
almost nursery rhyme song was named "Andy's Chest," although the
words seem to have nothing to do with that subject. "Satellite of
Love" seemed to be channeling Andy's voice ("I watched it for a
little while, I like to watch things on TV.") "Perfect Day"
captured a kind of pop art normality. But the unexpected and unlikely hit was
"Take a Walk on the Wild Side," which had come out of a project that
had fallen through, a Broadway show based on Nelson Algren's gritty novel Walk
on the Wild Side, in which Lou drops the names of various Max's back room
denizens.
Lou was back. So was
his ambition. And now he didn't
have Cale or Yule to worry about. He was in control and it suited him. He
became one of the great control freaks of all time. His next album was Berlin,
an ambitious album, a sort of rock opera produced by Bob Ezrin, who had
produced four albums for Alice Cooper. It featured the guitar duo from Alice's
albums, Steve Hunter and Dick Wagner.
Although Berlin wasn't very commercial, it led to two records that made
him an arena act: Rock 'n' Roll Animal and Lou Reed Live. Lou goes heavy. Lou
Reed sells out. (Maybe an impossible joke on the record company?) Lou ties up
and pretends to shoot up in concert.
I hadn't seen him for
a while when we hooked up for the purposes of a cover story for L'Uomo Vogue. I
wrote the piece and Oliviero Toscani took the photographs. I couldn't believe
the way Lou looked when he showed up. He had transformed his Transformer self
into something far more radical. In a black t-shirt and black jeans, he looked
like he weighed ninety pounds. His hair was dyed black and close cropped in a
radical curved shape, like a Vidal Sassoon butch. Soon it would be blond or
spotted with iron crosses shaved into it and he was wearing nail polish and
black lipstick. He was
clearly "on." It was the same old Lou, but he had turned a corner. He
made a TV spot for Rock n' Roll Animal in which he stared into the camera,
perfectly still and you only knew it was film when he blinked at the end. Very
Andy.
Lou had some problems
with his record company, although his last three albums had been hits. And his
management often found him unmanageable. He had been on the road in a seemingly
precarious state for about three years when he owed RCA an album. And so he
made Metal Machine Music, sixty-four minutes of feedback that he presented as
if it were the logical progression from John Cage or La Monte Young. (The
baffled record company almost released it on their classical label.) Subtitled "The Amine Beta
Ring." Sounded like drugs. The liner notes were revelatory: "This is not
for the market. The agreement one makes with 'speed.' A specific
acknowledgement. A to say the least, very limited market...for those for whom
the needle is no more than a toothbrush...My week beats your year."
Lou was still a hero,
but he was doing a sort of high-wire act: high wired. It was amazing. He came in
second in a poll of rock star mostly likely to die next, right after Keith. But
he continued to show remarkable ability to persist, rebound and adapt. He had
pulled himself back from the brink, and with 1978's Live: Take No Prisoners
album, recorded at a series of shows at the Bottom Line, he appeared at the
peak of his black-humored powers. It is both a great live rock set and one of
the best comedy albums of the late 20th Century. The album starts with a
scratching sound of a match being struck, a cigarette being lit, and Lou's
intro where he apologizes for being so late. "We were tuning," he
says. And from there he seizes rock and roll and drags it kicking and screaming
into Lenny Bruce, Don Rickles territory.
He performs the jazzy
"I Wanna Be Black," daring to wigger before there was wigger: "I
wanna be black, have natural rhythm, shoot twenty feet of jism too, and fuck up
the Jews."
On a sixteen minute
"Walk on the Wild Side" he introduces new characters, explains the
usual ones, and launches into a diatribe on critics, savaging Robert Christgau
of the Voice and John Rockwell of the Times. "Imagine working on an album
for a year and some asshole in the Village Voice gives you a B+."
The patter is fast and
furious as he deals with an audience of hecklers. "Here's where I turn
into Lou Reed...I do Lou Reed better than anybody."
"You got some
coke? Anyway, I know you're not interested in my problems. Either am I?"
"Drella? Are you
here?" Lou asks, hopefully.
"Oh you're here
Catherine"—that's Andy's assistant Catherine Guinness—"He went to see
Monique van Vooren? What does she do?"
I ran into Lou a few
times with Andy. Andy loved Lou and Lou loved Andy, but they were so similar
that they really had their ups and downs. Both were dissemblers and
contrarians. Both were essentially nice and potentially cruel, hyper-sensitive,
bordering-on-paranoid people with a mean streak and a heart of gold.
Andy complained over
and over that he hadn't been invited to Lou's wedding to Sylvia Morales. (Me
either! Maybe it was because I was friends with Sylvia's best friend Anya
Phillips, James Chance's girlfriend, who was being snubbed big time. Anyway
Andy was in Dusseldorf at the time!) In the diaries Andy wrote about being
snubbed by Lou: "The MTV awards were so exciting, it was like the Brooklyn
Fox shows in the sixties with so many stars. Diana Ross was my date, but she
was in another row, the first row, because she was picking up Michael Jackson's
award. Lou Reed sat in my row but never even looked over. I don't understand
Lou, why he doesn't talk to me now."
Lou got mad at me when
I made the mistake of talking to the writer Victor Bockris for his 1994
unauthorized bio of Lou, Transformer.
I should have known that Victor would only use the bad things I said. I
said he was one of the greatest songwriters ever, up there with Dylan and Cole
Porter. I said he was a true poet. A great guitar player. A really funny guy. A mensch, a twisted
mensch, but a mensch. But Victor picked, "He's like Stalin in that he
loves the people, he's filled with generosity for the human race, but not for
any one person in particular." That was true, but on the other hand, it
was a lie. Lou was a love. All kinds of love. "No kinds of love are better
than others."
Still, Lou never cut
me dead. Maybe he'd be a little
snide, but he was nice. When I cut my hair short in '78 he said, "Hey, did
you join the Marines?" I guess he knew a real admirer when he saw one.
When Andy died Lou got
back together with John Cale (his on-again, off-again collaborator/pal/nemesis)
and they made Songs for Drella, which is about as tender as Lou could get. After that John said he'd never work
with Lou again. (He didn't until the Velvets reformed). On "Hello It's
Me" Lou sings:
Andy, it's me, haven't seen
you in a while
I wish I talked to you more
when you were alive
I thought you were
self-assured when you acted shy
When Mary Harron made
the movie I Shot Andy Warhol which basically presents the demented Valerie
Solanas who shot Andy and almost killed him as a quirky feminist hero with a
slight resemblance to Fran Lebowitz, Lou complained:
"I find the idea
offensive, a movie dedicated to the person who shot Andy Warhol. I think other
people would be offended too. Suppose I said we were gonna do a movie called I
Shot John Lennon. What do you think would be happening? They would be lined up
in the street right now. You want to do a movie about Mark Chapman played by
Tom Cruise? You've got to be kidding!"
In the song "I
Believe," Lou sang about Valerie Solanas, "I believe I would have
pulled the switch on her myself."
So Lou grew up. Got
sober. Married one of the nicest people around—Laurie Anderson—and he did his
Lou Reed thing. Always suprising. Bob Wilson? Metallica? I think the last time
I saw Lou he was sitting in a restaurant in the West Village with a party of
people including his publicist. He said hello. I said hello. Later, the
publicist, a friend of my wife, said to her: "Wow, Lou must really like
Glenn?"
"Why," my
wife asked.
"He said hello to
him!"
To me Lou is one of
the greatest artistic figures of our time. His eloquent language and music
changed the world. He followed his vision down the dark alleys of the soul and,
holding his course, he invariably found the white light. And if he didn't, he
tried again.
But who has written a better song than
"Some Kinda Love"?
Nobody.
"Between thought
and expression lies a lifetime."
Great life Lou. Way to
go.
26.9.13
4.6.13
25.4.13
其心可誅
(20130425.01)
工聯會黃國健:反對捐款者,其心可誅(主場新聞 2013-4-24)
工聯會黃國健:反對捐款者,其心可誅(主場新聞 2013-4-24)
立法會財委會討論撥款 1 億元援助四川地震災區。工聯會議員黃國健發言時指,反對捐款的人別有用心,挑撥中港關係,以偏概全,借口事件發洩對中央不滿,利用災難做政治目的攻擊,其心可誅。
在HK$100,000,000捐款與HK$2,200長者生活津貼之間
林鄭:善用資源符港長遠利益 (香港文匯報訊 2012/10/08)
特區政府提出向有需要長者發放相等於雙倍「生果金」的特惠長者生活津貼,每月為 2,200元,而申領人須通過資產審查……部分政黨及政團「威脅」稱,倘當局不撤銷資產審查,他們或會反對有關撥款。特區政務司司長林鄭月娥昨日強調,香港社會的共識是,公帑應聚焦幫助最有需要的人士……撤銷審查機制,並不符合香港的長遠利益……倘將有關津貼隨意改作全民、無分長者有需要或沒需要都可申領的話,並不符合香港長遠的利益,故她「看不到一個可以隨意像是議價的態度去做(的理由)」。
林鄭:求設監察機制不切實際 (新報 2012/10/08)
立法會財委會特別會議昨早召開兩小時,仍未能對政府要求追加撥款一億元,注資賑災基金,援助四川雅安市蘆山縣7級地震災民,作出表決……林鄭月娥回應指……即使港府捐出一億,對蘆山地震而言亦只屬「杯水車薪」……林鄭月娥回應,港府不可以直接介入內地制度如何監管……若今次捐助一億元而要求正在疲於奔命做救災的省政府,為香港政府撥款一億元做一個監察機制,恐怕是不切實際。
17.4.13
學校圍牆外的女孩
(20130417.01)
張安妮今年10歲,是安徽合肥琥珀小學四年級學生。
父親張林因言論獲罪,斷續坐牢、勞改十多年。
2月27日下午,張安妮被幾名國保從學校帶走,
後被帶到派出所單獨關押3個多小時。
學校以「不想再有國保到學校騷擾師生」為由拒讓安妮復課。
12.4.13
defination of steal
steal (stl)
v. stole (stl), sto·len (stln), steal·ing, steals
v.tr.
1. To take (the property of another) without right or permission.
2. To present or use (someone else's words or ideas) as one's own.
3. To get or take secretly or artfully: steal a look at a diary; steal the puck from an opponent.
4. To give or enjoy (a kiss) that is unexpected or unnoticed.
5. To draw attention unexpectedly in (an entertainment), especially by being the outstanding performer: The magician's assistant stole the show with her comic antics.
6. Baseball
To advance safely to (another base) during the delivery of a pitch,
without the aid of a base hit, walk, passed ball, or wild pitch.
v.intr.
1. To commit theft.
2. To move, happen, or elapse stealthily or unobtrusively.
3. Baseball To steal a base.
n.
1. The act of stealing.
2. Slang A bargain.
3. Baseball A stolen base.
4. Basketball An act of gaining possession of the ball from an opponent.
(20130412.01)
"Is it Stealing if it's Already Stolen?"
出自科幻電影《In Time》的對白
2.4.13
Ballad of the Miners' Strike
因為葵涌貨櫃碼頭工人罷工,所以我想起:
(20130402.01)
當21世紀的現實越來越像查理士狄更斯19世紀的小說,
我記得李藍那時聽Billy Bragg,還有NME常常大篇大篇報導煤礦工人罷工的文章.
(20130402.02)
忽然
好想好想重聽Robert Wyatt的“Shipbuilding”起來。
Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday.
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
By the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'Dad, they're going to take me to task
But I'll be home by Christmas.
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The results of their shipbuilding.
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
A telegram for a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be reopening the shipyard
And notifying the next of kin
Once again.
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding.
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.
(20130402.01)
當21世紀的現實越來越像查理士狄更斯19世紀的小說,
我記得李藍那時聽Billy Bragg,還有NME常常大篇大篇報導煤礦工人罷工的文章.
This government had an idea
And parliament made it law
It seems like it's illegal
To fight for the union any more
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
We set out to join the picket line
For together we cannot fail
We got stopped by police at the county line
They said, "Go home boys or you're going to jail"
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
It's hard to explain to a crying child
Why her Daddy can't go back
So the family suffer
But it hurts me more
To hear a scab say Sod you, Jack
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys
Which side are you on?
I'm bound to follow my conscience
And do whatever I can
But it'll take much more than the union law
To knock the fight out of a working man
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
And parliament made it law
It seems like it's illegal
To fight for the union any more
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
We set out to join the picket line
For together we cannot fail
We got stopped by police at the county line
They said, "Go home boys or you're going to jail"
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
It's hard to explain to a crying child
Why her Daddy can't go back
So the family suffer
But it hurts me more
To hear a scab say Sod you, Jack
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys
Which side are you on?
I'm bound to follow my conscience
And do whatever I can
But it'll take much more than the union law
To knock the fight out of a working man
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
(20130402.02)
忽然
好想好想重聽Robert Wyatt的“Shipbuilding”起來。
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday.
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
By the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'Dad, they're going to take me to task
But I'll be home by Christmas.
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The results of their shipbuilding.
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
A telegram for a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be reopening the shipyard
And notifying the next of kin
Once again.
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding.
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.
18.1.13
倦怠
(英语:Burnout),心理學名詞,一種喪失動力、無聊、缺少興緻的心理狀態。
﹣﹣维基百科
(20130118.01)
New Order(我熟識的)的新作The Lost Sirens,讓我聽得非常不奈煩。
反之,
Tin Hat Trio (我絲毫不認識)的The rain is a handsome animal,教我喜出望外。
﹣﹣维基百科
(20130118.01)
New Order(我熟識的)的新作The Lost Sirens,讓我聽得非常不奈煩。
反之,
Tin Hat Trio (我絲毫不認識)的The rain is a handsome animal,教我喜出望外。
11.12.12
改寫莫言在瑞典文學院發表題目為“講故事的人”的演講
(20101211.01)
原文:
(20101211.02)
將“母親”換成“當權者” ,改寫如下:
原文:
......為了報答母親的恩情,也為了向她炫耀我的記憶力,我會把白天聽到的故事,繪聲繪色地講給她聽。很快的,我就不滿足復述說書人講的故事了,我在復述的過程中不斷的添油加醋,我會投我母親所好,編造一些情節,有時候甚至改變故事的結局......
出自莫言2012年諾貝爾文學獎獲得者、中國作家莫言在瑞典學院發表文學演講
將“母親”換成“當權者” ,改寫如下:
......為了報答當權者的恩情,也為了向她炫耀我的記憶力,我會把白天聽到的故事,繪聲繪色地講給她聽。很快的,我就不滿足復述說書人講的故事了,我在復述的過程中不斷的添油加醋,我會投我當權者所好,編造一些情節,有時候甚至改變故事的結局......
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