How to be idle, by Tom Hodgkinson [I know I know, I STILL haven’t finished it yet. But speed-reading this book is against the spirit of this lofty volume, so I make it my commitment, or at least a shameless excuse, to read it slowly in an excessive manner. ;)]
每本书都有吸引我的地方。等我看完了 [半年以后某一天 ；)]，再来细细话你知。
昨天还买了一双靴子，从我的新宠鞋店 Bakers。大力推荐该鞋店的说，非常不 cliché~
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Wow, you know this poem. This is one of the most human poems I have ever read. It talks about the human limitations which are conflicted with passion and love. I do not know what made me into such a mood. We should cheer up, don't we? Just keep an eye on the movie Happy Ending. You might like it.
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Oh girl, you are so blue. Snap out of it... Cheers.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Pablo Neruda
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Actually I do not like the ending but feel that I was forced to like it. As I said previously that I now believe in fate as I found most of the times it is futile to fight against the fate. Fate has determined who met whom and later on who fell in love with whom and is with whom for how long in this life, and you just have to accept that. In the movie they can be in love each other, that is beautiful. But as for marriage, reality won. So if they love each other, they do not need to end up being married. For those who are married, they might never have experienced the love this couple experienced. I guess many couples might even envy the couple in the movie because at least they truly loved each other, yet ended that love when they were still so much in love and ended that love when love was still so fresh, sweet and not spoiled by the reality. "Love is so short, forgetting is so long". this is the line from the Nobel Prize winner Neruda's poem.
chic 发表评论于
You think the end is good? Hmmm, interesting ;) I actually didn't really like the ending. I think the story is really about the battle between idealism (love) vs. practicality (life) and practicality won out. I thought they would have stuck it out if they really wanted to. It's true that they are in different stages of their lives (she's "establised" and wanted a baby, he's still budding and wanted to explore) but I thought they really compliment each other and they made each other whole. They could have been each other's once-in-a-lifetime-chance. But maybe it's just my being naive. The movie reminds me of the song "i'll remember you" (weep not for the memory). anyhow.
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chic, I did see Prime this afternoon. An interesting movie. The male actor looks like John F. Kennedy Jr., I think. The lovers actually did not have some big argumens, but somehow they just drifted part without even noticing it. But I think the ending is good. One really does not need to get what she/he wants. One needs to learn to let go.
I like the people who like to read. I also got a book yesterday, "All He ever Wanted" by Anita Shreve who wrote the Pilot's Wife.
