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Month: March, 2011

Sheena or Setsuko?

I went to my hairdresser earlier and showed him Sheena Ringo’s picture:

And now I find myself looking like 4-year old Setsuko instead…

Just a joke. You are great, Matthew, I like my hair very much.

Tonight

The King’s Speech


Finally watched it. I almost thought I would miss it this time.

I had a curious feeling when I saw Colin Firth as George VI meeting Jennifer Ehle as Myrtle Logue. Yes I was remembering the legendary Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet many many years ago.

I figure I like the Tudors, the Elizabethans, the Stuarts, the Jacobeans, the Georgians, the Regency, the Victorians, the Edwardians, the contemporaries… it does not matter which period it is, but that I do like British films about the British race. O I just like everything British so much. And today someone said I had a British accent, which I do not deny I take pains to imitate. One of the best things in the film is hearing the actors reciting Shakespeare. Richard III. Hamlet. The Tempest. Such sublime speeches. All King’s speeches.

Thank you for watching this with me and sorry for being such a hopeless fan.

給梁志和的

那天我來了深水埗,因為工作的地方為了某個計劃要找舊電視機,還指名要三洋的,別的牌子不要。於是我們步出了舒適的辦公室,乘地鐵來到深水埗鴨寮街。我們站在那個堆滿舊電視機的小檔前等著。整條街似乎只有這一檔賣這種十五吋舊電視機。五月的街道很暖。我朝著地鐵站的方向,離遠看見你在人群中快步走來,你沒有用髮蠟的頭髮在迎面的陣風中飛揚。你走近了,我才發現一向只穿黑色的你穿了一件短袖白T shirt,身型高佻的你顯得很單薄。你來到,跟我們確認了一下哪款電視機和價錢,就替我們把電視機給抬到小貨車上。我走在前面,感覺到你在我們身後。我沒有跟你說話。跟你熟稔之後我有時也會想起這一天在深水埗,你替我們找到的這檔賣三洋十五吋舊電視機的,檔的頂端以紅色油漆寫了一個電話號碼,不過那號碼我已經記不起了。

備忘

王貽興,「突然想起你,不是突然好想你」,《寫給愛情的傷逝備忘》,56-77頁。

Kazuo Ishiguro in Time Out

We have so many films about how people triumph over cruel systems. They rebel. Perhaps we have got into the habit of thinking that is what happens in the real life. But, actually, if you look at the past 150 years or whatever, just in Europe, it’s about people living under dictatorships or communism. It’s about how people unquestioningly go to war, and go over the top and die. It’s astonishing the extent to which people accept their lot. And not only do they accept it, they try and dignify it. Try and make it meaningful.

Time Out Hong Kong, 16-29 March 2011, no. 75, p.75

Kazuo Ishiguro in Time Out

We have so many films about how people triumph over cruel systems. They rebel. Perhaps we have got into the habit of thinking that is what happens in the real life. But, actually, if you look at the past 150 years or whatever, just in Europe, it’s about people living under dictatorships or communism. It’s about how people unquestioningly go to war, and go over the top and die. It’s astonishing the extent to which people accept their lot. And not only do they accept it, they try and dignify it. Try and make it meaningful.

Time Out Hong Kong, 16-29 March 2011, no. 75, p.75

Sound and Fury

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;  
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour on the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

(Macbeth, V.v.19-28)

 

All this time I have been trying to be practical, to avoid big and empty talks, to see things in their material terms, to live the now, and in other words, to restrain from being too philosophical and miss the whole point of living. So I try to take in all the arguments that are going on out there and react in a way that has some significance to the society instead of assuming a stoical stance. Yet I realize I am one of those who are more capable of wearing myself out by thinking too much than productive actions. I feel keenly this – even more than powerlessness, which my colleague mentioned earlier – futility, this meaninglessness, this nothingness, of human passions, desires and actions, and of life itself, which is expressed by Shakespeare through Macbeth and many of his other tragic heroes, and some other authors who have a reputation for nihilism. I never wished to detach myself from life but I can feel in me this tendency to withdraw from it. And when this mood strikes me, I know I am going back to write. A tale full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.