dqu的日记

Speak, memory

2009-12-04 13:28:25

Stories are nothing. They roll over, fleeing in presto, dropping blistering mosaic pieces, then shrink to tiny mud balls, and are washed by rains back to the mother earth of oblivion. Life in retrospect is no more than montages of those pieces inadvertently dropped, broken tunes, unfulfilled harmoni...... (2回应)

中国茶室

2009-12-03 15:11:28

那个下午我们遁出无忧宫。普鲁士的冷夏，通向十八世纪的高大的柏树列兵，墨的甬道，烧焦的橘园，伪造的古代废墟。狄安娜的箭囊渐渐虚空，晚祷的喷泉碎成命运微缩的水晶球。我们深怀恐惧，相互躲避，迷路在一片封闭草坪的中心，呆立，脚掌缠在巴洛克的繁密里。 “远处那个怪房子”，你手指； “是中国茶室”，我说...... (6回应)

痛苦的阶级差别啊！

2009-12-03 02:29:34

"That summer I would always ride by a certain isba, golden in the low sun, in the doorway of which Polenka, the daughter of our head coachman Zahar, a girl of my age, would stand, leaning against the jamb, her bare arms folded on her breast in a soft, comfortable manner peculiar to rural Ru...... (6回应)

The Dark Flow

2009-12-02 14:48:45

We never know how vast the water spans, or how deep the divers can go. When silence falls upon a thousand reflections of one, crashing a thousand images of one, youth is sealed with a muted glimpse in diminuendo. We never know the other side of the river, whether grasses also shiver to a silent...... (5回应)

D.887

2009-11-25 05:32:38

By the autumn pond and on the edge of a consumed day, in shuddering tremolos and rolling triplets, await the strings the sabotage of night. From ion to rust, so every note runs in plunging scales and rapid arpeggios, and so tarnishes the gleam on the sword against the icy pain, reminiscent of th...... (3回应)