"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Saturday, April 18, 2009

我也捧「房間」


鄧小樺捧李智良,李智良的「房間」,我將之珍而重之,有朋友說那都是神經病在嘮嘮叨叨,我卻如發現新大陸,是黑暗、腐爛、錯亂、糾結、自瀆、割裂、失序、沉鬱、鬱躁、煩悶、抽離......在這過度規管的城市,書寫自己的病患,也許是鬱悶中出路。

讀人家怎寫「房間」吧。

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