The first thing I read this morning

Spirit Cooking
by Marina Abramovic 1996

Mix Fresch Milk From The Breast
With Fresh Milk Of The Sperm
Drink on Earthquake Nights

On Your Knees, Clean The Floor
With Your Breath
Inhale The Dust

Wash Your Bedsheets In Lemon Juice
Cover The Pillow With Sage Leaves

With A Sharp Knife
Cut Deeply Into The
Middle Finger Of The Left Hand
Eat the Pain

Facing The Wall
Eat Nine Red Hot Peppers

Take Uncut 13 Leaves Of Green Cabbage
With 13000 Grammes Of Jealousy
Steam For Long Time In Deep Iron Pot
Till All Water Evaporates
Eat It Just Before Attack

Fresh Morning Urine
Sprinkle Over Nightmare Dreams

自己

我想要作一個好的自己
什麼是好的自己呢
想念那些不停犯錯的年代雖然現在仍在犯錯中
來這兒走一遭是為什麼
那些愛及與愛相關的事物又是為了什麼
我可以好好的走著繼續在該笑的時候笑該有禮數的時候記得
但這一切
是為了什麼


Now at last I know
What a fool I've been
For I've lost the last love
I shall ever win

And/Now at last I see
How my heart was blind
To the joys before me
That I left behind

When the wind was fresh
On the hills
And the stars were new in the sky
And a lark was heard in the still
Where was I
Where was I

When the spring is cold
Where do robins go
What makes winters lonely
Now at last I know

When the wind was fresh
On the hills
And the stars were new in the sky
And a lark was heard in the still
Where was I
Where was I

When the spring is cold
Where do robins go
What makes winters lonely
Now at last I know

Now at Last by FEIST

要是夠強悍

正在作前製的紀錄片停擺了, 有千萬個理由說我該堅持。
但心知肚明自己拍了就是某種程度的出賣自己。
你說, 真有那樣嚴重嗎？

不過就是個可能嘔心瀝血拍出來仍被束之高閣的小片,

但真的, 真的有那樣嚴重, 相信我。

要是夠強悍, 我就該相信自己, 隨時隨地, 無庸置疑地。

國慶日前夕

接女兒下課時, 她頭上戴著自己親手作的雙十圖樣, 手上揮舞著黏在衛生筷上的青天白日滿地紅國旗,說她們今天有升旗典禮。
突然覺得百感交集, 在這個年代, 有小孩的父母把精力拿去忙著打理過萬聖節的雜務, 卻不過教師節不知孔子的年代, 看見小孩揮舞著屬於自己國家的旗子, 總是有一絲慶幸。

很多事不要求多, 作個樣子讓我知道你了就好。

總比在茶餐廳裡看電視上的官員連樣子都不作, 瞌睡摳鼻等不雅都來, 連裡子都不要好。

那麼國慶日該慶祝什麼呢？