好夢

但願五月會夢遠一點，睡好一點。

on enchantment

'Limited competence causes us to behave clumsily, suffer misunderstandings, be surprised by events, and fail to predict outcomes beyond chance. Yet with these difficulties comes an opening for enchantment: our very awkwardness can suggest powers or principles at work that are not just beyond our ken but quite possibly of another order. In contrast, where we are fully competent not only does our awkwardnss disappear, but the enchantment along with it. The ease with which we negotiate the world and our failure to be surprised by its behavior underscore the ultimate intelligibility of the circumstances in which we live.'

Mark A. Schneider: Culture and Enchantment, p. 7




Mogwai - music for a forgotten future

當時只道是平常

星空塵土

The Mountain from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

I don't particularly like wilderness or romantic images, but it's a beautiful coincidence that I see this after a long lecture on 'stars and galaxies'. In the last few years, April has been the month in which I was preoccupied with existential thoughts. And to me, existential thoughts are always connected to the Flaming Lips, strange enough.



'I don't know where the sun beams end
and the star lights begin
it's all a mystery
and I don't know
how a man decides what's right for his own life
it's all a mystery'

說詩二

結果東風破只得到一個獎，電影歌曲；可能這算是最圓滿。這是我選的最佳電影。

山，普通的山
花，普通的花
花開遍山，山開滿花
花依偎，山守護
山還在，花依存

這是在東風破裡，林山作給Eva(二花)的一首詩。

美麗的「本土」

近一年與「本土」緊緊扣連的香港電影，我都剛好在飛機上看，對自己來說真是個奇妙的巧合，這幾齣先後為七十二家租客、歲月神偷、飛砂風中轉和打擂台。過去幾年一直努力維持一年看十部左右的香港電影，這份我不願意稱之為「情懷」的意識，隨著年初一口氣把彭麗君老師的《黃昏未晚：後九七香港電影》讀畢而提升至高峰。麗君老師在該書的座談會上說到，近年香港電影工業的「衰落」和合拍片的出現，雖然一直纏繞著香港電影，陰魂不散；但當年一年三百部的所謂「黃金時期」，那些參差不齊，可能比起今天衰落中偶見、在峽縫中伸縮的真正「港產片」還有不如。打擂台今晚受到的擁戴和歡呼，可能就是對這種新期許的見證呢。

不知道怎樣多解釋，我雖不算這齣戲的擁護者，但在facebook上見到那種群情洶湧(連同直播的頒獎禮本身的紛圍)，心裡想，這真是非常美麗的本土意識。1998年香港製造創造了「奇跡」，碾轉14年，打擂台再被視為奇跡，兩齣電影的意象截然不同，對香港的寄寓也不一樣。相對於一人一quote的「唔打就唔會輸，要打就一定要贏」，更記得那句動人的「拳怕少壯」。本土也在少壯。

說詩？

Guestbook上有句老師留下的說話，「不學詩，無以言」。展覽中間已提醒自己要找找出處，竟一拖就將近一個月。其實，我並不知道它竟就來自論語，要是讓老師知道，一定失望頂透。不過本來也對，我憑什麼學人說詩？自從展覽完結之後，一個曾經好想學會答的問題又回歸意識之中：什麼是所謂的詩意？一樣事物明明不是詩，因何會「成為」詩？查尋常字典的話，poetic/詩意， 也不過說"having or expressing the qualities of poetry"，依然不解。

萬物皆有時