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Come forth and bring with you a heart, that listens and receives--William Wordsworth
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May 30

生气了就写打油诗

我是大俗人,这种事儿也能生气。
我是大俗人,气了就侮辱斯文。
俗就俗吧!!
 
 
May. 27th, 2009
 
Who the hell do you think you are
Gnawing like a brute at my work
Calling MY English Chinglish-like
You bloody irresponsible jerk
 
You gave me a score below tolerance
You will regret it, I swear
I will get back at you, however long it takes
A day, a month, or a year
 
I will sack you when I am the principal
Shoot you when I have a gun
Jinx you with the witch’s hoax
Haunt you when I am gone
 
But at present, be content with this verse
Immersed in my hatred and my curse
So long as man can breathe and eyes can see
So long lives this, and this kicks the butt out of thee
 
March 28

Opera Maniac on Opera Maniac

 
Paul’s Operas

Paul’s case is the case of a depressed young man who holds the real world in contempt, yearns for the romantic and the fictional, and stages his own destruction in his pursuit of beauty, finery, and the unreal. It is therefore not surprising that Paul’s one passion in life is opera—fictionalized musical production in which divas and tenors sing in enchanting falsettos. Four particular operas are mentioned in “Paul’s Case”: Faust, Martha, Rigoletto, and Pagliacci. This repertoire, together with the order in which the four operas are presented, is in effect a reflection of the process of Paul’s own gradual destruction.

Near the beginning of the story, when Paul is dismissed from the presence of the school staff, he runs “down the hill whistling the ‘Soldier’s Chorus’ from Faust.” Gounod’s Faust is an opera about discontent leading to destruction. Not content with having read all the books there is to read and gained all the knowledge there is to gain in this world, Faust strikes a bargain with Mephistopheles, exchanging his soul for 24 years of omnipotence. Faust here symbolizes Paul’s discontent with the humdrum and crudeness of the world immediately around him, indicating that given the opportunity, Paul would stop at nothing to “elevate” himself into his “dream world”.

“The moment the cracked orchestra beat out the overture from Martha, or jerked at the serenade from Rigoletto, all stupid and ugly things slid from him.” Both Martha and Rigoletto are operas whose tension is built on changing identities. In Flotow’s Martha, tired of her aristocratic style of life, Lady Henrietta dons a crude outfit and takes up a new identity as a chambermaid. Gilda, in Verdi’s Rigoletto, in order to save the Duke of Mantua, takes up his identity and is killed in his stead. In these two operas, both heroines adopt some sort of disguise, abandoning their present situation in life for a totally opposite one. By putting these two operas in the middle of the story, when Paul has already lied himself into considerable glory as well as trouble, the authoress is actually hinting at Paul’s own burning desire for a change of scene to escape the drab realities of his daily life, at the same time allowing the readers a glimpse of the drastic moves he is about to make.

Pocketing the firm’s three thousand dollars, Paul makes his carefully planned grand entry into New York. Approaching the close of the story, the readers find Paul sitting in his hotel lounge, nervously drumming his fingers to the music of Pagliacci. It is perhaps significant that this happens to be the last opera that Paul will ever hear. Leoncavallo’s Pagliacci is an opera about the devastating consequences of drama turning into reality. Clown Canio, upon discovering that his wife Nedda, who plays the jilting wife opposite his jilted husband in their stage production, is actually cheating on him in real life, stabs her dead during the performance. The fate of Canio and Nedda runs parallel to that of Paul’s—the time when his “fiction” becomes reality is also the time when he crashes into his doom.

Four operas—one about discontent, two about change, and one about the devastating results of fiction’s becoming reality—string up the story of Paul’s miserable life. “It was at the theater and at Carnegie Hall that Paul really lived; the rest was but a sleep and a forgetting.” Only when he is at the opera is Paul really alive—for,  though he himself may not be aware of it, his own life story is in his beloved operas.
February 24

说话噎死人不偿命的孔子

Zigong said: "What I do not want others to do to me, I also want to refrain from doing to others." The Master said, "Zi, this is not something to which you have attained."

I would give anything to see Zigong's face then.

January 29

翻着玩玩

Trockne Blumen

 

Withered Flowers

Ihr Blümlein alle,

Die sie mir gab,

Euch soll man legen

Mit mir ins Grab.

 

Wie seht ihr alle

Mich an so weh,

Als ob ihr wüßtet,

Wie mir gescheh?

 

Ihr Blümlein alle,

Wie welk, wie blaß?

Ihr Blümlein alle,

Wovon so naß?

 

Ach, Tränen machen

Nicht maiengrün,

Machen tote Liebe

Nicht wieder blühn.

 

Und Lenz wird kommen,

Und Winter wird gehn,

Und Blümlein werden

Im Grase stehn.

 

Und Blümlein liegen

In meinem Grab,

Die Blümlein alle,

Die sie mir gab.

 

Und wenn sie wandelt

Am Hügel vorbei

Und denkt im Herzen:

Der meint' es treu!

 

Dann, Blümlein alle,

Heraus, heraus!

Der Mai ist kommen,

Der Winter ist aus!

 

All ye little flowers

To me she gave.

You shall all be lying

With me in my grave.

 

Why do you all look on me

With such woe and pain,

As if you already knew

How I was slain?

 

All ye little flowers

How wan you appear!

All ye little flowers

Why all the tears?

 

Alas, tears cannot bring back

The green of May

Nor again make dead love

Burst into blossoms gay.

 

And Spring will come.

And Winter will go.

And little flowers

Will in meadows grow.

 

And little flowers will lie

With my in my grave—

All the little flowers,

To me she gave.

 

And when past nearby hills,

Wanders she,

Thinking, in her heart of hearts:

He has been true to me!

 

Then all ye little flowers,

Come out, come on!

May has arrived,

The Winter gone!

 

Die schöne Müllerin

Wilhelm Müller (1794-1827)

 

 

January 01

Flaubert's Parrot

Quoting:
Flaubert: Pride is a wild beast which lives in caves and roams the desert; Vanity, on the other hand, is a parrot which hops from branch to branch and chatters away in full view.
 
The control of tone is vital. Imagine the technical difficulty of writing a story in which a badly-stuffed bird with a ridiculous name ends up standing out for one third of the Trinity, and inwhich the intention is neither satirical, sentimental, nor blasphemous. Imagine further telling such a story from the point of view of an ignorant old woman without making it sound derogatory or coy. But then the aim of Un coeur simple is quite elsewhere: the parrot is a perfect and controlled example of the Flaubertian grotesque. (It cannot help being serious and comic at the same time.)
 
I don't much care for coincidences. There is something spooky about them: you sense momentarilly what it must be like to live in an ordered, God-run universe, with himself looking over your shoulder and helpfully dropping coarse hints about a cosmic plan...
I don't even care for harmless, comic coincidencs. I once went out to dinner and discoverd that the seven other people present had all just finished reading A Dance to the Music of Time. I didn't relish this: not least because it meant that I didn't break my silence until the cheese course.
 
 
 
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星 陈

Occupation
Location
Interests
Delight in classical things.
Crazy over Mozart and Jane Austen.
Abhore Beethoven and modern music.
Wish to study English Literature in Cambridge.
Hope can always be with my loving parents.
~What I appreciate~