Almost a milestone.
Yesterday had fun at jw's house celebrating meiyu's birthday, with cheesecakes and mahjong (weird combi eh?)
The rain has been on for a few long weeks now, pretty cooling, but cant really go out.
When the holidays hit, I feel relaxed like everyone else. Maybe just too relaxed.
Why did I say this post was almost milestone? I am just 1 more post away from reaching the 100th. Pretty interesting to see something so old to go on.
No ideas lately to start writing, but I was pretty satisfied with my part of writing the script for xueyi. Hope xueyi can really go on as planned.
Finished a new book titled "The darkroom of Damocles" by W.F Hermans. It's translated from Dutch.
I'll like to share a poem here by Tomas Transtromer (Nobel Prize for Literature 2011)
Prelude
Waking up is a parachute jump from dreams.
Free of the suffocating turbulence the traveller
sinks towards the green zone of the morning.
Things flare up. From the viewpoint of the quivering lark
he is aware of the huge root systems of the trees,
their swaying underground lamps. But aboveground
there's greenery - a tropical flood of it - with
lifted arms, listening
to the beat of an invisible pump. And he
sinks towards summer, is lowered
in it’s dazzling crater, down
through shafts of green damp ages
trembling under the sun’s turbine. Then it’s checked,
this straight-down journey through the moment, and the wings spread
to the osprey’s repose above rushing waters.
The Bronze-Age trumpet’s
outlawed note
hovers above the bottomless depths.
In day’s first hours consciousness can grasp the world
as the hand grips a sun-warmed stone.
The traveller is standing under a tree. After
the crash through death’s turbulence, shall
a great light unfold above his head?
(Translated by Robin Fulton)
I'll have to wake up someday.
The rain has been on for a few long weeks now, pretty cooling, but cant really go out.
When the holidays hit, I feel relaxed like everyone else. Maybe just too relaxed.
Why did I say this post was almost milestone? I am just 1 more post away from reaching the 100th. Pretty interesting to see something so old to go on.
No ideas lately to start writing, but I was pretty satisfied with my part of writing the script for xueyi. Hope xueyi can really go on as planned.
Finished a new book titled "The darkroom of Damocles" by W.F Hermans. It's translated from Dutch.
I'll like to share a poem here by Tomas Transtromer (Nobel Prize for Literature 2011)
Prelude
Waking up is a parachute jump from dreams.
Free of the suffocating turbulence the traveller
sinks towards the green zone of the morning.
Things flare up. From the viewpoint of the quivering lark
he is aware of the huge root systems of the trees,
their swaying underground lamps. But aboveground
there's greenery - a tropical flood of it - with
lifted arms, listening
to the beat of an invisible pump. And he
sinks towards summer, is lowered
in it’s dazzling crater, down
through shafts of green damp ages
trembling under the sun’s turbine. Then it’s checked,
this straight-down journey through the moment, and the wings spread
to the osprey’s repose above rushing waters.
The Bronze-Age trumpet’s
outlawed note
hovers above the bottomless depths.
In day’s first hours consciousness can grasp the world
as the hand grips a sun-warmed stone.
The traveller is standing under a tree. After
the crash through death’s turbulence, shall
a great light unfold above his head?
(Translated by Robin Fulton)
I'll have to wake up someday.
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