"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



Sunday, May 29, 2011

柔情蜜意我願記取

近日做了一件怪事,友人的小組織在街頭唱歌,哀悼六四亡魂,我做了一名低調的參與者,低調好像不是我的性情,但我知道這種場合下,我是沒有理由也沒有需要高調的,於是,唱點歌,讀點讀白,喝點水,準時到,準時走,就好了。。
唱歌悼六四是柔情,非暴力,也盡責任,也當作是喚醒民眾注意,我唱歌不好聽,我依仗的是土地的力量,讓自己唱歌有力,承托著我疲倦的雙腿,就好了。覺察自己的聲音,身體狀況,唱唱唱,還好。
近日好像對自己很暴戾,我學習柔情中。

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