tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62447139895016307652011-09-08T11:37:23.430-07:00warehouse彩色帶有霉味的記憶，輕柔地沉浮其中INFnoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244713989501630765.post-53508958240359087982011-04-14T01:36:00.001-07:002011-04-14T01:36:56.029-07:00關於愛<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244713989501630765-5350895824035908798?l=emptyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>INFnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244713989501630765.post-62864928445560580412010-12-12T05:00:00.000-08:002010-12-12T05:26:40.667-08:00如縷 什麼路上的什麼東西，都可以如縷。<br /><br /> 近日總是坐在紙前，拿著讓自己以為的，最好寫的筆，枯坐在紙前。寫下一行字，再劃掉；寫下另外的一行字，過了幾秒鐘，再度劃掉。發現，自己似乎是需要寫畫面的人，而非創造畫面的人。是這樣嗎？也許，也可以自見過的畫面中，提煉出字句；也許，在其之上再杜撰一點點，嗎？<br /><br /> 寫這種畫面的原因，還在哪裡？大概是離開這裡。<br /><br /> 啊，真是困惑。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244713989501630765-6286492844556058041?l=emptyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>INFnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244713989501630765.post-45875644754325819742010-11-25T10:24:00.000-08:002010-11-25T10:28:55.035-08:00困在<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb1uK9Jhbtg?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb1uK9Jhbtg?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244713989501630765-4587564475432581974?l=emptyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>INFnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244713989501630765.post-84815909961975361982010-11-25T10:17:00.000-08:002010-11-25T10:23:10.504-08:00雙眼自此以後瞳孔非我<br /><br /><br />它們繞著妳如磁圈<br /><br />如飛絮如風<br /><br />如深渠如線<br /><br />如救生衣將我的生命殘餘一併勒緊<br /><br /><br />靜靜圍出圓 緣 垣 源<br /><br />原來妳的雙眼於語意之間即秘密<br /><br />秘密在苧麻交織的袋子裡<br /><br />我在袋子裡<br /><br />我在秘密裡<br /><br />我窩身呼吸<br /><br />在妳的美好裡，而不在妳的眼裡<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244713989501630765-8481590996197536198?l=emptyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>INFnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244713989501630765.post-30893846468086492382010-11-20T10:51:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:54:39.665-08:00Schwanengesang<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIaQt6N2z7c?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIaQt6N2z7c?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uoWOZWal8YE?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uoWOZWal8YE?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pz1yKjHbt4?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pz1yKjHbt4?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244713989501630765-3089384646808649238?l=emptyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>INFnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244713989501630765.post-59401326959706400722010-11-20T01:16:00.000-08:002010-11-20T06:20:44.887-08:00下雨了<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpRjuDGmEZs/TOeWlfkUJmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0Fjxn_4B2Ak/s1600/%25E7%259B%25B8%25E7%2589%25870390.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpRjuDGmEZs/TOeWlfkUJmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0Fjxn_4B2Ak/s400/%25E7%259B%25B8%25E7%2589%25870390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541563437375825506" /></a><br /><br /> 下午在學校附近散步，這所學校的周遭總是這樣－－濕漉漉的，好像細緻的海棉吸飽了水。天氣涼的時候，那種感覺尤然明顯，走在街上好像總是有人把水按妳渾身。大概是因為水太細的關係，連下來人間，像絲。不知道捉著這些絲線往上，能不能見到一直聽說的神仙，他們是否還穿著一樣的緞面裝束呢?<br /> 一個女孩站在窄小的走廊，拿著自己的容器，腰站得挺挺的。我經過的時候，她純潔天然的稚嫩聲音數道「一滴、兩滴......」<br /> 想起來自己小時候，也曾經做過這樣的事情。好玩的是，我們高雄的雨大，我拿了杯子放在門口，只要確定它不會被大雨擊倒，就跑進房裡玩別的了。原來人格塑造，連這種時候都偷偷影響著，不過我、現在也不多豪邁就是。<br /> 那個時候裝的一杯杯毫不浪漫的塑膠杯雨水，裡頭會有黑點和雜質，大概在實驗是不是雨水真的已經不能喝了。最後這些杯子會在我不注意的時間被大人倒掉。它們被我暫留在人類的世界，最後回歸到循環之中。如果那時候用的是密封容器，算不算綁架了雨?（雨哭喊自由）<br /> 有時候，看著人的發明，想著它可以好幾年、好幾年不壞，我就想挑戰它能留存多久。它會比較久，抑或是我會比較久呢? 最後，想出「久」的我們全部都不見了，最久的還是這個世界。<br /><br /> 睏了。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244713989501630765-5940132695970640072?l=emptyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>INFnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244713989501630765.post-3960292845309584052010-11-19T11:16:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:55:18.436-08:00summer days in bloom<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1ohEywty70?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1ohEywty70?fs=1&hl=zh_TW&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Summer Days In Bloom<br /><br />Paralyzed by ancient delight<br />And riding for a fall today<br />I am dressed in style, so eager in mind<br />But furthermore distracted by you<br />And it’s like I lose myself in dreaming of summer days in bloom<br />Oh, I’ve got no clue how I could fight that<br />all that I am is worth a dime<br />Worth a dime<br />This liquid lunch will not stop my punch-<br />Drunk quality to doze while I run<br />It is thirty-nine degrees in my mind<br />it’s thirty thousand miles more to go<br />Cause it’s like I lose myself in dreaming of summer days in bloom<br />For I’ve got no clue whatever happened<br />All that I am is worth a dime<br />Worth a dime<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244713989501630765-396029284530958405?l=emptyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>INFnoreply@blogger.com0