也曾感覺 --- 陳建年

Paul Auster : 从眼至口的自我异化

The fall of man is not a question of sin, transgression, or moral turpitude.
It is a question of language conquering experience:
the fall of the world into the word, experience descending from the eye to the mouth.
A distance of about three inches.

左小祖咒 : 杀人剂

路面坍塌　　不在话下　　　　在逃疑犯　　　　半夜进站　　　　　现在开始广播　　　　他低调走完一生　　　取代了二百人　　　　　熏倒三十人　　　　　患者出院后　　　　　症状未消除

WHITE NIGHTS

by Paul Auster

No one here,
and the body says: whatever is said
is not to be said. But no one
is a body as well, and what the body says
is heard by no one
but you.

Snowfall and night. The repetition
of a murder
among the trees. The pen
moves across the earth: it no longer knows
what will happen, and the hand that holds it
has disappeared.

Nevertheless, it writes.
It writes: in the beginning,
among the trees, a body came walking
from the night. It writes:
the body's whiteness
is the color of earth. It is earth,
and the earth writes: everything
is the color of silence.

I am no longer here. I have never said
what you say
I have said. And yet, the body is a place
where nothing dies. And each night,
from the silence of the trees, you know
that my voice
comes walking toward you.

張懸：親愛的

城市进行式

坐着望着城市的周日，城市精彩进行着，在个人生命历史里喧哗得很。十数年孵化热血熟悉每条道路。激情过几次大选错过几届世界杯。猫住的后巷水洞里藏着的故事。终于有了再出发的理由。

静静告诉自己：在所有的勇气当中，更要有勇气，温柔对待自己的过去，请你。那不是垃圾（无法挂起，或拿到哪里丢弃）。有一天我也不会在那里，只是现在我没走 开。无国界的海啸残骸漂在海上，没人会愿意承担灾难造成的障碍。轻轻跃过不回望就不会被石化？别怕，曾经那是谁的生活生命，只要它是，它就有机。

北上的路如常暴雨，路面都看不清了。摇下车窗，让雨水打在脸上身上，记忆中生命一向痛快。“如果你还有迂回的感伤，漂亮。”