Ozu 小津

sochun The everyday office worker, the one of a million salary man: bored, disenchanted, he craves the freedom of his bar-owner friend, but the latter describes himself as simply another salary man paid by the general public. He envies people above him in the corporate ladder, but they tell him the only thing you get more of is disheartening backstabbing and political wars. His blue-collared friend wishes to be him because he was better at school and now has a job in a big corporation. But seeing the former’s joy in work juxtaposed with his own disillusions, he wonders exactly who is better off. Then there is his young office buddy lying in death bed, whose love for the boring corporate life has always amazed people around him. Immobilized for months, he is more passionate than ever to hear every trivial incidence at the office, eager but never again able to get back into that world from which so many others are trying to escape. It’s clear that everyone is dissatisfied with life — what one wants is never what one has at the moment. As the friends sat around a table passing time, they sipped sake and said, life is not very interesting these days, all we can do is try to have some fun.

Devoid of melodrama and sentimentalities, Ozu’s world is so calm, even funerals were depicted matter-of-factly. Yet he not only effortlessly depicted the life of Tokyo white-collar workers in the mid last century, but also made the perpetual struggles of the human condition constant to any generation felt poignantly through his artful way of story telling.

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Alexander Zakharov

castle
Castle (all images from MIMI FERzT Gallery)

threegraces
The Three Graces

fishing
Winter Fishing, Tropical Dreams

Strolling along Soho streets, I discovered my new favorite thing: a series of pink bear miniatures by the Russian contemporary artist, Alexander Zakharov. These shots don’t do justice to the actual pieces, because the most outstanding details are blurred, such as the amazingly vivid looking pink fur on each bear. They are on display at the MIMI FERzT Gallery until mid June. The artist’s official website is here.

Looking at the imaginative and playful lives of these cute, daring bears, I can’t help smiling, feeling an innocent joy and almost a longing to be one of them in a perfectly happy world.

Hey Jude

“Hey Jude” – The Beatles

Hey Jude

Can you hear Lennon say “Ohhhhh!” and “Bloody hell!” after they sing “let her under your skin” (around 00:02:57, listen carefully)? Haha. This is such a wonderful song.

Never intentionally listened to Beatles before. Then, one day out of nowhere (perhaps being fed up with the endless pit of mediocre Chinese pop songs), I had the compelling desire to go over a Beatles album from start to finish. It was a blissful experience.

灵魂

“有时也真孤寂,找不到一个灵魂。能找到的都是生活。” – 顾城《英儿》

Natalie Portman
photo from Pretty Faces’ Flickr

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell

solitude_reverie

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,—
Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

– John Keats

Ordinary World

Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
Still I can’t escape the ghost of you

What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some are saying
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away

But I won’t cry for yesterday
There’s an ordinary world somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say
“Pride will tear us both apart”
Well now pride’s gone out the window, cross the rooftops, run away
Left me in the vacuum of my heart

What is happening to me?
Crazy, some’d say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away

But I won’t cry for yesterday
There’s an ordinary world somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk

And I don’t cry for yesterday
There’s an ordinary world somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Everyone is my world, I will learn to survive
Anyone is my world, I will learn to survive
Anyone is my world
Everyone is my world

– Duran Duran

依旧盘旋于大地

时光
不敢相信
冬季会永远静止于
陌生之手
回忆
梦中冰冷的键盘
还在敲打着
阳光和黑夜
敲打出虔诚的呼唤
只想挽留匆匆的脚步back
道一声珍重

时空
踏过间隔的海洋
你说你已经把年轻的微笑
留给了生命之幻
你能够听见
青春拍打浪潮
会与永恒澎湃于星夜
只留下熟悉的身影
还飘扬在风里
而你的声音
依旧盘旋于大地

– HWY

望月怀远

moon

海上生明月,天涯共此时。
情人怨遥夜,竟夕起相思。
灭烛怜光满,披衣觉露滋。
不堪盈手赠,还寝梦佳期。

— 张九龄

她的歌

想起他
还在等他说的那句话
忽然发现青春有白发
等待像微笑蒙那丽莎
看着他
像开在悬崖边那朵花
回忆在一步之间挣扎
爱情让人忘了害怕
不知吹到何年何月那阵风
不知忍到何年何月那种痛
在我眼中
春夏秋冬在那一刻已变成了永恒
荒芜的心不要别人懂
他是我不想醒来的梦

taozhe

喜欢这首歌的意境,揪心的绝望和执着…

月下

微微的凉风吹拂了衣裙,
淡淡的黄月洒满了一身。
星样的远远的灯成行排对,
灯样的小小的星无声长坠。

– 沈从文