第五章 展覽與作品寄賣
5.3 檢討與展望
37 “Funny thing, isn't it? The minute you think you're getting things sorted is the moment it all starts to fall apart.” Joe Warr from film “The Boys Are Back”
38 Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha, The Modern Library, New York, 2008, p110-‐114
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附 錄 一 電影
MirrorMask / Dave McKean
莎岡日安憂鬱 SAGAN / Diane Kurys
當櫻花盛開 Cherry blossoms-‐Hanami / Doris Dörrie 下一站，天國 ワンダフルライフ / 是枝裕和 達賴的一生 Kundun / Martin Scorsese 全面啟動 Inception / Christopher Nolan 幸福的麵包 しあわせのパン / 三島有紀子 Macbeth / Trevor Nunn
Adventures of Don Quixote / G. W. Pabst 茶之味 茶の味 / 石井克人
Good-‐bye グッド.バイ/ 篠原哲雄 吐司 敬!美味人生 Toast / S.J. Clarkson 永生樹 The tree of life / Terrence Malick
乒乓男孩的煩惱 The king of ping pong / Jens Jonsson
跳芭蕾舞的男孩 My dad is Baryshnikov / Dmitry Povolotsky 風帶著我來 The wind will carry us / Abbas Kiarostami
動畫
盜夢偵探 パプリカ / 今敏
惡童當街 鉄コン筋クリート / 松本大洋
米芽米咕人 Mia Et Le Migou / Jacques-‐Remy Girerd
大雨大雨一直下 Raining cats and frogs / Jacques-‐Remy Girerd 神隱少女 千と千尋の神隱し / 宮崎駿 杜莉與我 My dog Tulip / Paul Fierlinger
魔術師 L'illusionniste / Sylvain Chomet
與巴席爾跳華爾滋 Waltz with Bashir / Ari Folman
書
小小的原罪 / Millicent Dillon Epileptic / David B.
太古和其他的時間 Prawiek i inne czasy / Olga Tokarczuk 食魂者 / Michelle Paver
放逐者 / Michelle Paver
兩位嚴肅的女人 / Jane Bowles
Symbol & magic in Egyptian art / Richard Wilkinson H.
The art of UP / Tim Hauser 雲圖鑑 / 田中達也
蕈類圖鑑 / Thomas Lassφe 岩石與礦物圖鑑 / Chris Pellant
音樂
Porte, Nicolas Les Choristes : en concent /
Marianelli, Dario Pride & prejudice music from the motion picture 幸福部屋 木吉他篇 = 家カフェ / 清水敏貴
ス夕ヅオヅブリの歌 [吉卜力之歌] = Studio Ghibli songs / 鈴木敏夫 となりのトトロ サウンドトラック集 / 久石讓
Joe Hisaishi the Best Collection / 久石讓
Hewson ORCH, Richard Original soundtrack recording from "Melody”
Debussy: Preludes / Claude Debussy
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: 46 Symphonies / Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Mozart The Symphonies / Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Haydn: The Symphonies / Josef Haydn
Tchaikovsky: The Sleeping Beauty / Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky Godowsky The Pianists' Pianist / Ludwig van Beethoven Beethoven The Complete Symphonies / Ludwig Van Beethoven Anton Bruckner: Symphonie No.8 / Anton Bruckner
The adventures of Priscilla Queen of the desert (Original motion picture soundtrack)
附 錄 二
p1
“I see a safe journey, I see a safe return.” By Tenzin Gyatso, The 14th Dalai Lama, in Kundun (1997)
p2
This is a place where only people in our village know. We call it “Black Lake.” Every child here has the same memory—not to be there alone—and when the children grow up, they told their children too. Then generation by generation all the villagers from valley Hen take the “Black Lake” as a taboo place, especially for kids, because we are young, energetic and full of curiosity.
My parents and sister were gone this afternoon. I’ve been walking for the last few hours, and now, it’s getting darker. I left the house, feel nowhere to go, so I came to the Black Lake. A sense of calling by the Lake, like the long lasting yet not ending of the iron bell ringing, draws me to the black. Anyway, at least I am not alone. My pet rabbit is with me, warm and soft.
p5
The scene is so unreal that I try to see everything I can. Now I have a clear vision about what it is down here. It’s neither dark nor a lake to be honest, and surely much more brighter as one can observe from the surface. At the top of the space, it covers with a kind of plant seems like seaweed stipes in mysterious black. And the most amazing thing is that I need not to put on any air-‐supply. It’s like in the water but not exactly water, since I can breathe in and out through my nose, lungs, just like being on the ground.
Every breath-‐in is fresh, is free.
p6
It’s…beautiful…there is a huge unknown creature floating in the middle, fish-‐like animals swimming around, and the fluorescence stones like the snowflake flying freely.
p7
“What are you my dear?” Asked the beautiful creature.
“I’m a human being.” Said the girl. “And my name is Idie.”
“Nice to meet you Idie, I’m Magi. Where are you from? I never saw any creature like you before. But I love you already.” Magi smiled.
“I’m from the earth, and I just fall down from above. I thought this is a lake but it is not.
What is this place?” Asked by curious Idie.
“Here we call it—One.”
“Why do you call it One? There are more than one thing, like you, the floating stones, the fish and plant.” Said Idie.
“Well my dear, what you see do look like many and separate, but actually they are all in one, the One, we are bonded with each other. Let me show you something.” Lead by Magi.
p8
“You see this plant. It generates food for me. This food will give me the power to heat up the one and keep my feather soft and clean, so that my fish friends will have a nice place to rest, and keep the system right. Fish friends will make sure the plant in good
condition. If there is any part that the plant feels unwell, they’ll go heal them. They are the healers” told by Magi.
“Aha! Got it; one is like a family, so both Magi and the plant will be the father and mother who provides a comfortable place and works for the family. We kids like the fish are being protected loved and to love. And by the way, what is that thing in the form of moon and sun?” Said Idie. “Oh, that’s our watcher. They open their eyes, that means we have an intruder, and I have to send you to the other side.” Said Magi.
p10
“What?! What do you mean ‘the other side’? Where is it; it sounds horrifying. Idie is scared.”
“Oh haha, there is no worries, Idie; actually, it’s much more fun there, and you must know. The sad thing is, I couldn’t send my whole self out of One and I wish I could take a journey to the other side. Though the One looks very simple, it cannot live without any part lost. So don’t be afraid.” Said Magi.
“OK,” said Idie “No cheating?”
“Never.” Smile Magi. “Then close your eyes, my dear Idie. This is the deal, so that the dark will not see you and you’ll pass it quick. Now I’m giving you my words as your special protection—remember us, remember our One; though we can only meet for once, you are the One. Then repeat after me by heart, and open your eyes.” Patiently told the Magi.
“But I want to see, just a little glance.” Said Idie.
“If you choose to, then you have to pay the consequence dear Idie. But do not forget, no matter in which situation, I’m always with you.” Said Magi.
“OK, I know,” replied Idie.
“Then I shall begin.” Magi said.
p11
“Remember us, remember our One; though we can only meet for once. I am the One.”
“Am I shouting? The only thing I can hold on is my voice. Right now, I couldn’t even feel any sense from outside, in this darkness. O’ This is so terrifying. I should’ve listened to Magi to close my eyes…”
“Hello—HELLO—(still no answer)” “Please, anyone, is anyone there?” Talk to me, or just make any sound, any voice, please, (still no answer…) “What can I do? Am I still me?
Or I become the Dark?” So the girl checked herself. “I can feel both my hands, touch my face. My face can sense my fingers. Now I lift my feet and I can feel my toes. I am still me.
I know. I can feel my slightly angled little fingers. I am still me.”
p13
Right now, a sense of fear and lost comes to me. I’m afraid that I will be trapped in this darkness forever, and at the same time, a scary question comes up to my mind “Am I dead?”
No, no I’m not. I can still talk, I can still think, I can still touch, touch my body, I still have the feelings…of…ouch…hurt, of fear…but, what does it like afterlife? Do dead people still feel these?
I’m facing the darkness, there is no other thing, people or creature; only me and this darkness. I’m watching this darkness; there is nothing more and nothing less; only me and this darkness. Just like the time when I fall asleep, it was all dark, at the beginning;
so maybe I’m in a dream? Am I? am I not? (Pa!) But it hurts…
Hardly I can tell. There is so little thing I know but now I somehow realize. I’m in this darkness. There is nowhere to escape; only me and the Dark. There is no need to see, no need to smell, no need to touch, no need to taste, no need to listen, because I’m squeezed in this darkness. So now I decide to drop myself off, of this dark.
So I close my eyes. Close my senses. And now I’m in my darkness. I’m in my darkness?
Yes! I’m in my darkness! Then shall I turn this darkness off. To my own, in my One.
p14
I’m back! I’m back for real! All things are just right. I’m so glad to come back. I feel myself fully. I am real, here and now, I am.
P31
Hello Spiral, how did you come here? Who are you?
I’m Idie. I fell into this place where a lot of statue heads claimed themselves as ‘Jack, the Magician’ and I came to one of the heads and went inside and then I meet Paul, the Ball and then we came across the Absolute Hole. It seems like this hole is the most dangerous but easiest path to go out.
“Take off your shoes, smell the spring grass, I’m gonna fly you to the sky,
Tiny house, tiny trees; we’re Sitting beyond the Sunday ocean,
Waiting and swaying, smiling and singing.
Put off my clothing, and sock our feet, You swim me to the marine.
Deep blue, gentle touch, time stops in between Flowing the dream and to dream,
I find you out of now.”
p15
This is the first time since I born that I really want to see something, everything, to really look at it. I don’t care how long it will take. A sense of this simple desire of staring at anything, touching and feeling embraces me. I think I’m in Magi’s body. It’s beautiful here. Her body is like a shiny mine, filled with quartz. Yet I can see my reflection clearly;
it’s like a multi-‐mirror. The space is irregular but balanced, barely do I feel compressed inside, though I’m the kind of person who is very comfortable with staying in a
comparably small place. What Magi eats, the shiny mine, is like a fire, the energy, like a match, that’ll be burnt out and gone after a period of time.
p16
Right here, right now, looking at the different proportion of myself from the mirror becomes unreal. Every part of me seems to have their own minds; they think, the abandon, they gather, they react. I have no idea that for how long I check every mirror, every piece of me; and strangely I find myself expecting for the images to reply. I feel a bit crazy about what I’m thinking of, yet I feel so natural and released. Then, they react and walk away. They walk away?! Wait—!
p17
Don’t leave me alone here. Come back…you’re all gone. Where is…me?
Not everyone. I’m still here, with you, as always. And don’t be silly. You are here!
Who are you then? You should be me, right? You look exactly the same as me.
I’m also one of you, my dear; and yes, you can say that I am you. Though for some reasons, I’m not totally the same one as you, and for this reason, I cannot leave you, I have to stay with you; and you my dear, have to stay with my. This is the rule, take it as a game; later you’ll understand.
But what happened? Where are the rest of myselves going?
Don’t be worried about the rest of those who were gone, because it’s you, or more correctly, us, who let them go. They are not necessarily need to stay, they are just images; flat at sheets of paper. They grow but fade away uncommonly fast. Again, you’ll see, you’ll see.
p18
Well then, trust you. My feeling told me to, and so I trust you, but not only my feeling, there’s something more. I know, to believe in you.
Come, come!
What?
It’s time, I’m glad that Magi gave us this present. I’m so happy to meet you in this form.
Me too! Are you going?
No, never. I’ll never leave you, my dear. But I’m afraid that soon I’ll lose my form because it takes too much energy. Yet, remember, I’m always beside you, remember.
I will and I am, I am with you.
Come, come! Much closer. Be prepared. And keep your faith.
So I step closer to me, and closer, and closer. At the same time, this irregular space becomes unstable. I can tell the mirror walls twisted and the ground start melting. But I don’t care melting. But I don’t care much about it. I step much closer now, and instinctly stretch out my arms toward the wall. My index finger now can touch the surface, and just at the moment, I feel the image of another me gone, literally gone, but not mentally. I know. I know. Now I am not sure if going inside will be dangerous or not, yet I decide to walk in, fully.
p19
Soon, I slide into a new place it’s all gray here, everything! And the coolest thing is that I’m floating; the gravity is different from how I experience on earth, so maybe I’m no the moon. I think I realize how Armstrong stepped out his first step feels like. It’s awesome!
It’s a bit like swimming in the water but without water. What is holding me is the air, and I quite like it.
WAAA—I wasn’t expected that there is a hole ahead. And a strong wind grabs me through. At first, I thought I’m going to die, like a mountaineer falls from an extremely high and sharp rocky mountain, but two seconds later, the moon gravity back. I’m held softly by the air. Little by little, the scene in front me becomes clear, there are countless statue heads, staying in the air. They all look the same, same facial expressions, same color in ivory white.
p20
Yet the scariest thing to me is their eyes. The eyes are all the same, hollowed with the shape like house. They are dark as the Black Hole; when I see them, I feel a sense of horror; it seems like they are going to catch me and lock me inside or something.
Everything here is gray, in different level of gray, no exception, like a dog perceiving this world. Simply in gray. There is something moving. I’m not sure what it is, yet I feel there must be something, some thing near and…alive. I want to figure it out…I need to.
p21
Who are you? Jack the Magician
It’s bizarre! Actually I was asking the very one who is right in front of me, yet all of them speak to me, immediately with the same speed and tone, as if they are perfectly trained
soldiers responding to a code. Now I’m trying to take another way. It seems to be either everyone here are called Jack (and they’re all magician) or they learned to be “Jack the Magician.” If it’s the first one, then there will be not much to know, but if it’s the second one, then I’m going to do something.
“I’m Jack, the magician.” Said Jack with a kind of proud voice. “Cool! I love magic! Would you show me some?” I asked.
“Oh yes, yes, please. You do want me to show you magic, eh?” Jack said excitingly.
“Yeah.” I said. “This is too good to be true! No one ever ask me or any of us to perform what we’ve got.” Said Jack.
Now, Jack seems to be encouraged and becomes vivid. He leans forward to me.
“Uhuh—” I said.
“So, shall I begin?” Said Jack.
“Absolutely!” I smile.
p23
Here I am…
p24
I wonder why there is a huge ball right at the entrance. I’m going to push it away.
Hold on, dear. I’m Paul, the ball; also the guider of this trip. And I’ll lead you in.
Excuse me, sir, I didn’t expect this. Please forgive my carelessness. You look so soft and bouncing.
Aww…It’s fine. Later I’ll take you all the way through. But before that I’m going to show
Aww…It’s fine. Later I’ll take you all the way through. But before that I’m going to show