·۰•●静子不二敏.胡言乱语●•۰· : 2006年8月

8月28日

下午腿上的小憩

如果不是你今天在我腿上小睡,我大概又忘记了幸福可以简单得随手可得.再还没有遇到你以前,我总认为两个人的幸福是很抽象的东西;也遥不可及.觉得自己没有旁边的人幸运,遇到适合自己的人.

最近身边的朋友都在寻寻觅觅,有两个同时遇上钉子;是蘘王有梦神女无意;还是那只是故事的前半部?....发觉原来我们都是被孤独养大的..总希望离开它的影子;搭上幸福摩天轮.于是,我无可否认我是希望在影子外找到温暖.

希望有一天,他们,都能遇到适合的人.幸福不是必然的. 在此只能意会... 不能言传.. . . .

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8月26日

粮食

好久没泡书店了...很久没逛画展..

希望接下来的假期能有一天泡到它烂,逛到它枯~

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8月19日

老爸给我看的一篇.... .

The best art is about the heart and what it feels Yasmin Ahmad

"How vain it is it sit down to write,when you have not stood up to live." -Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

OFTHEN i'm asked by young flim enthusiasts,what it takes to make a good flim.My answer is always the same.

I have no idea.

I don't know the first thing about flim,and I've never claimed to be a good flim director,or indeed,a good writer.I do,however,have some hunches.And they are as follows:

I suspect a flimmaker is fundamentally no diffrent from a novelist or a poet,or even a painter or photographer.We all just want to tell a story.Or to put across a feeling we have about humanity,as we observe it.I believe these feelings and observations must stem from a clear intention,and a sincere personal concern for the human condition.No use pertending,because sooner or later,the viewer or reader will see through your mask.

As artists and storytellers,it's easy for us to slip into the trap of being obsessed with form rather than content.After watching flims by auteurs such as Hou-Hsiao Hsien or John Cassavetes or Yasujiro Ozu,I am always in awe of the style in which they delivered the emotions of the story.I have to remind myself constantly that it was the emotions that moved me rather than the style.

When viewing a sculpture,it is the feelings the sculptor had about his subject that touches me deeply,and not the hammer and chisel he used to shape it.Many years ago,I found myself sitting at the edge of a giant metal block somewhere inside Francis Frod Coppola's vineyard in Napa Valley,California.When i looked up to survey the cold bronze,which chilled my back as i leaned against it.i was overcome with emotions.It was a beautiful sculpture of a mother and child by Henry Moore.

I could feel,without words or explanation,the empathy Moore felt for the unconditional love the mother had for the child in her arms.

Walking throug Pablo Picasso's old villa in Antibes just outside Cannes,I caught sight,from the corner of my eye,

what looked like the carcass of a white dove,laid out on a wicker chair.When i approached it,I discovered that it was nothing more than some crumpled bits of paper,carefully put together to look like a dead dove.It wasn't the pieces of paperor the way Picasso crumpled them that moved me to tears.It was the sorrow he felt upon finding a dead dove on his balcony.

"Painting cannot be taught,"Picasso himself once said,"it can only be found." Or as my partner and soul mate Ali Mohamed puts it: "It's like learning to ride a bicycle.I can give you a roug idea of how to do it,but in the end,you'll have to feel your own way through." This,I believe, applies to writing and flim-making too.We have to feel our way through

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat,a sense of worng,a homesickness,a lovesickness." -Robert Frost (1874-1963)

In two os Kobayashi Issa's haiku,centred on the humble spider,we are able to abserve emotions far bigger than just about spiders.

"a broken web- a refugee spider is still looking for a home" ** "don't worry,spider i keep house casually"

Perhaps it's just me,but in this haiku,I found deep compassion.And caring about something or someone lesser than you is a powerful statement about humanity.Therein lies the genius of haiku.In just a few words,a writer is able to convey a feeling which could very well save mankind,seeing the way the world is heading these days.

Now,at last,we might know how to begin.And the way to start writing isn't by writing at all,but by living.It isn't about creating something from thin air,but about documenting our feelings about the things that we see.

Or to put it crudely,how are you going to be a storyteller if you have no story to tell? Perhaps,in the end,there are no such things as creative people;there are only sharp observers with sensitive hearts.

" A man travels the world in search of what he needs,and returns home to find it." -George Moore (1873-1958)

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8月17日