la vie en fou rire

in mere days

A Martian Sends A Postcard Home

“A Martian Sends A Postcard Home” (1979)

Craig Raine

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings

and some are treasured for their markings --

they cause the eyes to melt

or the body to shriek without pain.

I have never seen one fly, but

sometimes they perch on the hand.

Mist is when the sky is tired of flight

and rests its soft machine on ground:

then the world is dim and bookish

like engravings under tissue paper.

Rain is when the earth is television.

It has the property of making colours darker.

Model T is a room with the lock inside --

a key is turned to free the world

for movement, so quick there is a film

to watch for anything missed.

But time is tied to the wrist

or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.

In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,

that snores when you pick it up.

If the ghost cries, they carry it

to their lips and soothe it to sleep

with sounds. And yet they wake it up

deliberately, by tickling with a finger.

Only the young are allowed to suffer

openly. Adults go to a punishment room

with water but nothing to eat.

They lock the door and suffer the noises

alone. No one is exempt

and everyone’s pain has a different smell.

At night when all the colours die,

they hide in pairs

and read about themselves —

in colour, with their eyelids shut. 

當櫻花盛開...

Release date: 2008
Language: German
Alternative Name: Kirschblüten - Hanami (or Cherry Blossoms)

昨天晚上凌晨1點開始看這部電影, 感觸很深.

Do you ever truly know our loved ones?
What are their passions?
Who are they, as people, beyond perceptions of just mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, uncles, or aunts?
What they have sacrificed, to be parents, children, or relatives?
Which do you know, of their impermanent selves?
Did you know any?


What are you willing to do to find out?

Stay Gold

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times