Monday, July 30, 2007

Grooks by Piet Hein

Since all of his Grook collections seem to be out of print, it can be
very difficult for people to be exposed to Piet Hein's wonderful way
with words. This page has a sampling of just some of the thousands
of Grooks that this Danish poet/scientist/architect/all-round human being
wrote in his lifetime. Please enjoy them. All text and illustrations
are owned by Piet Hein's estate.
ARS BREVIS

There is
one art,
no more,
no less:
to do
all things
with art-
lessness.



PROBLEMS


Problems worthy
of attack
prove their worth
by hitting back.


THE ETERNAL TWINS

Taking fun
as simply fun
and earnestness
in earnest
shows how thoroughly
thou none
of the two
discernest.


CONSOLATION GROOK

Losing one glove
is certainly painful,
but nothing
compared to the pain,
of losing one,
throwing away the other,
and finding
the first one again.



T. T. T.


Put up in a place
where it's easy to see
the cryptic admonishment
T. T. T.

When you feel how depressingly
slowly you climb,
it's well to remember that
Things Take Time.


OMNISCIENCE

Knowing what
thou knowest not
is in a sense
omniscience.


SIMPLY ASSISTING GOD

I am a humble artist
moulding my earthly clod,
adding my labour to nature's,
simply assisting God.

Not that my effort is needed;
yet somehow, I understand,
my maker has willed it that I too should have
unmoulded clay in my hand.


HINT AND SUGGESTION
Admonitory grook addressed to youth.

The human spirit sublimates
the impulses it thwarts;
a healthy sex life mitigates
the lust for other sports.



MANKIND


Men, said the Devil,
are good to their brothers:
they donÆt want to mend
their own ways, but each other's.


NAIVE --

Naive you are
if you believe
life favours those
who aren't naive.


THE MIRACLE OF SPRING

We glibly talk
of nature's laws
but do things have
a natural cause?

Black earth turned into
yellow crocus
is undiluted
hocus-pocus.


DREAM INTERPRETATION
Simplified.

Everything's either
concave or -vex,
so whatever you dream
will be something with sex.


PRAYER
to the sun above the clouds.

Sun that givest all things birth,
shine on everything on earth!

If that's too much to demand,
shine at least on this our land.

If even that's too much for thee,
shine at any rate on me.


CIRCUMSCRIPTURE

As Pastor X steps out of bed
he slips a neat disguise on:
that halo round his priestly head
is really his horizon.


SOCIAL MECHANISM

When people always
try to take
the very smallest
piece of cake
how can it also
always be
that that's the one
that's left for me?


A TOAST

The soul may be a mere pretence,
the mind makes very little sense.
So let us value the appeal
of that which we can taste and feel.


ON PROBLEMS

Our choicest plans
have fallen through,
our airiest castles
tumbled over,
because of lines
we neatly drew
and later neatly
stumbled over.


AN ETHICAL GROOK

I see
and I hear
and I speak no evil;
I carry
no malice
within my breast;
yet quite without
wishing
a man to the Devil
one may be
permitted
to hope for the best.


LILAC TIME

The lilacs are flowering, sweet and sublime,
with a perfume that goes to the head;
and lovers meander in prose and rhyme,
trying to say --
for the thousandth time --
wha's easier done than said.


THE DOUBLE-DOOR EFFECT

Double doors are justified
because they're comfortably wide.
Therefore you only half undo'em;
and therefore nothing can get through 'em.


FORETASTE WITH AFTERTASTE

Corinna's scanty evening dress
reveals her charms to an excess
which makes a fellow lust for less.


MAJORITY RULE

His party was the Brotherhood of Brothers,
and there were more of them than of the others.
That is, they constituted that minority
which formed the greater part of the majority.
Within the party, he was of the faction
that was supported by the greater fraction.
And in each group, within each group, he sought
the group that could command the most support.
The final group had finally elected
a triumvirate whom they all respected.
Now, of these three, two had final word,
because the two could overrule the third.
One of these two was relatively weak,
so one alone stood at the final peak.
He was: THE GREATER NUMBER of the pair
which formed the most part of the three that were
elected by the most of those whose boast
it was to represent the most of the most
of most of most of the entire state --
or of the most of it at any rate.
He never gave himself a moment's slumber
but sought the welfare of the greater number.
And all people, everywhere they went,
knew to their cost exactly what it meant
to be dictated to by the majority.
But that meant nothing, -- they were the minority.


EXPERTS

Experts have
their expert fun
ex cathedra
telling one
just how nothing
can be done.



ATOMYRIADES


Nature, it seems, is the popular name
for milliards and milliards and milliards
of particles playing their infinite game
of billiards and billiards and billiards.


ROAD SENSE

God save us, now they're murdering
another winding road,
and another lovely countryside
will take another load
of pantechnicon and car and motorbike.
They're busy making biger roads,
and better roads and more,
so that people can discover
even faster than before
that everything is everywhere alike.


OUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT

We must expect posterity
to view with some asperity
the marvels and the wonders
we're passing on to it;
but it should change its attitude
to one of heartfelt gratitude
when thinking of the blunders
we didn't quite commit.


THE TRUE DEFENCE

The only defence
that is more than pretence
is to act on the fact
that there is no defence.


PAST PLUPERFECT

The past, -- well, it's just like
our Great-Aunt Laura,
who cannot or will not perceive
that though she is welcome,
and though we adore her,
yet now it is time to leave.



MY FAITH IN DOCTORS


My faith in doctors
is immense.
Just one thing spoils it;
their pretence
of authorised
omniscience.


DEFENCE WANTED

In International
Consequences
the players must reckon
to reap what they've sown.
We have a defence
against other defences,
but what's to defe
nd us
against our own?


GETTING DOWN TO FUNDAMENTALS

It will steadily shrink,
our earthly abode,
until antiode stands
upon antipode.

Then, soles together,
the planet gone,
we'll know the ground
that we rest upon.


GROOK TO STIMULATE GRATITUDE
in sour rationalists.

As things so
very often are
intelligence
won't get you far.

So be glad
you've got more sense
than you've got
intelligence.


MISSING LINK

Man's a kind
of Missing Link,
fondly thinking
he can think.


THE ROAD TO WISDOM

The road to wisdom? -- Well, it's plain
and simple to express:
Err
and err
and err again
but less
and less
and less.


THAT IS THE QUESTION
Hamlet Anno Domini.

Co-existence
or no existence.


BRIDGE OR TUNNEL?
Channel project.

A tunnel would be possible,
a bridge would also do,
but wouldn't it be better to
amalgamate the two?

Let bridge and tunnel undulate
in waves from shore to shore,
keeping green the memories
of those who went before.


LOSING FACE

The noble art of losing face
may one day save the human race
and turn into eternal merit
what weaker minds would call disgrace.


A PSYCHOLOGICAL TIP

Whenever you're called on to make up your mind,
and you're hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you'll find,
is simply by spinning a penny.
No -- not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you're passively standing there moping;
but the moment the penny is up in the air,
you suddenly know what you're hoping.



OUT OF TIME

A holiday thought.

My old clock used to tell the time
and subdivide diurnity;
but now it's lost both hands and chime
and only tells eternity.


MORE HASTE --
Inscription for a monument at the crossroads.

Here lies, extinguished in his prime,
a victim of modernity:
but yesterday he hadn't the time --
and now he has eternity.


A WORD TO THE WISE

Let the world pass in its time-ridden race;
never get caught in its snare.
Remember, the only acceptable case
for being in any particular place
is having no business there.


MEETING THE EYE

You'll probably find
that it suits your book
to be a bit cleverer
than you look.
Observe that the easiest
method by far
is to look a bit stupider
than you are.


IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

A poet should be of the
old-fahioned meaningless brand:
obscure, esoteric, symbolic, --
the critics demand it;
so if there's a poem of mine
that you do understand
I'll gladly explain what it means
till you don't understand it.


THE CASE FOR OBSCURITY
On Thoughts and Words I.

If no thought
your mind does visit,
make your speech
not too explicit.


LEST FOOLS SHOULD FAIL

True wisdom knows
it must comprise
some nonsense
as a compromise,
lest fools shouls fail
to find it wise.



AN ODE TO MODESTY


Talking of successful rackets
modesty deserves a mention.
Exclamation marks in brackets
never fail to draw attention.


GROOK ON LONG-WINDED AUTHORS

Long-winded writers I abhor,
and glib, prolific chatters;
give me the ones who tear and gaw
their hair and pens to tatters:
who find heir writing such a chore
they only write what matters.


THE CURE FOR EXHAUSTION

Sometimes, exhausted
with toil and endeavour,
I wish I could sleep
for ever and ever;
but then this reflection
my longing allays:
I shall be doing it
one of these days.



I'D LIKE --


I'd like to know
what this whole show
is about
before it's out.


MAKING SENSE

Life makes senses
and who could doubt it,
if we have
no doubt about it.


A MOMENT'S THOUGHT

As eternity
is reckoned
there's a lifetime
in a second.


(for Expo 67)

We travel where ever mankind reigns
and find good men in all the worlds domains
and recognize them as a kind of Danes.


WHAT ARE YOU?

The way to grow grand
is not: to demand
In life's every field
you are what you yield.


THE EGOCENTRICS

People are self-centered
to a nauseous degree.
They will keep on about themselves
while I'm explaining me.



MOTIVATION OF TOASTS FOR A STEADFAST CHARACTER


Your steadfast character appeals
to frequent toasts, methinks:
you never eat except at meals
-nor drink 'twixt drinks.


THRIFT
Nobody can be lucky all the time;
so when your luck deserts you in some fashion
don't think you've been abandoned in your prime,
but rather that you're saving up your ration.


CAPACITY
A contribution to the psychology of disappointment

Some people live
in a dream of what'll
allow them to
live their dream:
they solemnly hold out
a half-pint bottle
and ask for
a pint of cream.



A MAXIM FOR VIKINGS


Here is a fact
that should help you fight
a bit longer:
Things that don't act-
ually kill you outright
make you stronger.


THAT WEARY FEELING

Do you know that weary feeling
when your mind is strangely strangled
and your head is like a ball of wool
that's very, very tangled;
and the tempo of your thinking
must be lenient and mild,
as though you were explaining
to a very little child.


ONE'S OWN WEATHER

You're squandering
spleen on your brothers,
and wasting
good self-pity too,
if you think
that there's sun on the others
whenever it's raining on you.



TWO PASSIVISTS

Eradicate the optimist
who takes the easy view
that human values will persist
no matter what we do.

Annihilate the pessimist
whose ineffectual cry
is that the goal's already missed
however hard we try.


THE CENTRAL POINT
A philosophistry

I am the Universe's Centre.
No subtle sceptics can confound me;
for how can other viewpoints enter,
when all the rest is all around me?


MOUSE AND MAN
A relativistic grook on co-existence

A human be
ing sharing with a mouse.
Each thinks himself the master of the house.
In fact, of course, each occupier's place is
the other's insulating interspaces.



LOOK AND THOU SHALT FIND

Foes
of what's cooking
see no worth behind it.
Those
that are looking
for nothing - will find it.


THREE FACTS ABOUT TRAFFIC

Three facts, quite easy,
should be known to all
would-be arrivers
who set out on wheels:

that roads are greasy,
safety margins small,
and fellow drivers
fellow imbeciles.


VITA BREVIS

A lifetime
is more
than
sufficiently long
for people to get what there is of it
wrong.



TAUGHT


We are taught to live,
we are
taught to feel.
We are taught to conform and conceal.

We are taught so well
what we
ought to feel
that we cannot feel what we feel.


ETERNITY AND THE CLOCK
A homage to finity

Eternity's one of those mental blocks-
the concept is inconceivable.
The clock concedes it in ticks and tocks,
belittled, belaboured, believable.

Each passing moment is seized and chewed
with argument incontestable.
Premasticated, like baby food,
eternity is digestible.


ASTRO-GYMNASTICS
Do-it-yourself grook

Go on a starlit night,
stand on your head,
leave your feet dangling
outwards into space,
and let the starry
firmament you tread
be, for the moment,
your elected base.

Feel Earth's colossal weight
of ice and granite,
of molten magma,
water, iron, and lead;
and briefly hold
this strangely solid planet
balanced upon
your strangely solid head.



LIVING IS --


Living is
a thing you do
now or never --
which do you?


TWIN MYSTERY

To many people artists seem
undisciplined and lawless.
Such laziness, with such great gifts,
seems little short of crime.
One mystery is how they make
the things they make so flawless;
another, what they're doing with
their energy and time.


DRAWING NEAR
To Saul Steinberg

You draw
the near things
nearer
by making
clear things
queerer.


THOUGHTS AND THINGS

I concentrate on
the concentric rings
produced by my pen
in the ink.
The thing that distinguishes
thoughts from things
is that thoughts are harder
to think.


LAST THINGS FIRST

Solutions to problems
are easy to find:
the problem's a great
contribution.
What's truly an art
is to wring from your mind
a problem to fit
a solution.


ON BEING ONESELF
Good resolution grook

If virtue
can't be mine alone
at least my faults
can be my own.



THE TYRANNY OF THINGS


I am trying to rule
over ten thousand things
which I thought
belonged to me.
All of a sudden
a doubt take wings:
Do they...
or could it be..?

A hardhanded hunch
in my mind's ear rings
from whence
such suspicions may stem:
that if you posses
more than just eight things
then y o u
are possessed by t h e m


UNPLUMBED DEPTHS
Grook on philo-sophistical and other -isms

Philo-sophisticism
with hypnotic
effect affects
the boobies that abound:
being so bottomlessly
idiotic
that even they
can see it profound.


ORIGINALITY

Original thought
is a straightforward process.
It's easy enough
when you know what to do.
You simply combine
in appropriate doses
the blatantly false
and the patently true.



WHAT LOVE IS LIKE


Love is like
a pineapple,
sweet and
undefinable.


WISDOM IS -

Wisdom is
the booby prize
given when you've been
unwise.


THE OPPOSITE VIEW

For many system shoppers it's
a good-for-nothing system
that classifies as opposites
stupidity and wisdom.

because by logic-choppers it's
accepted with avidity:
stupidity's true opposite's
the opposite stupidity.


WANTING TO BE ABLE TO

'Impossibilities' are good
not to attach that label to;
since, correctly understood,
if we wanted to, we would
be able to be able to.


WHO IS LEARNED?
A definition

One who, consuming midnight oil
in studies diligent and slow,
teaches himself, with painful toil,
the things that other people know.


EVERYBODY'S WORTH KNOWING

It's some sort of comfort
to get the gist
of certain impertinents
I could list -
so that you know what you
haven't missed.



MEMENTO VIVERE


Love while you've got
love to give.
Live while you've got
life to live.


GROOK ABOUT FAITH, HOPE, ETC.

She gave me hope
she gave me love,
with bounty unalloyed.
But what she had of faith,
alas,
she gave to Freud.


THE CIVILIZED ART

Two types that had far better
leave to their betters
the civilized art
of exchanging letters
are those who disdain
to make any response,
and those who infallibly
answer at once.


PRESCRIPTION

A bit
of virtue
will never
hurt you.


THE FIRST PRINCIPLE OF GASTRONOMY

There's a rule for proper doses
in the dinner-eaters lore:
one should stop the filling process
while one still has room for more.

And if someone at the table
had reminded me before -
Hallelujah! I'd be able
to absorb a little more.



TIMING TOAST

Grook on how to char for yourself

There's an art of knowing when.
Never try to guess.
Toast until it smokes and then
twenty seconds less.


HANDSOME IS -
Portrait-grook

He's gallantry personified;
in fact
his brochures ought to read:
SATISFACTION GUARANTEED -
or your virginity returned
intact.


IDLE FELLOW
Portrait-grook

Professsor Blooby doesn't see the fun
in what his fellow-man call relaxation.
He isn't ignorant of how it's done,
but lacks the necessary application.



THOUGHTS ON A STATION PLATFORM


It ought to be plain
how little you gain
by getting
excited
and vexed.

You'll always be late
for the previous train,
and always in time
for the next


A DIPLOMATIC COMPROMISE

A fellow I know
can get mountains to move
and all opposition
appeases:
he preaches what God
cannot help but approve,
and does
what the Devil he pleases.


NOVELTY

For me there is something ineffably new
in every new moment's arising;
and even the things I habitually do
have qualities new and surprising.

There's nothing that happens that happened before
in exactly that way in its life.
When you're playing the piano, it's rather a bore;
but it's nice when you're kissing your wife.



ABREAST


He who aims
to keep abreast
is for ever
second best.


REMEDIES' REMEDIES

Pills are useful
against ills
and against
too many pills.


WE DO OUR BEST
Or do we?

Modern man
has the skill;
he can do
what he will.
But alas -
being man
he will do
what he can.


CHEAP EATERY

Whenever I'm scared by the state of my purse
I dine at the 'Gold-Digger's Claim',
where the food is so out of comparison worse
you forget that the price is the same.



THE FINAL STEP


If they made diving boards
six inches shorter -
think how much sooner
you'd be in the water.


SIMILARITY
Commutative Law

No cow's like a horse,
and no horse like a cow.
That's one similarity
áanyhow.


THE PARADOX OF LIFE
Philosophical grook.

A bit beyond perception's reach
I sometimes believe I see
that Life is two locked boxes, each
containing the other's key.


BUDGETING: THE FIRST LAW

If you want to know
where your money went,
you must spend it quickly
before it's spent.


ON AN ASHTRAY

When your thirst
and hunger cease,
may your ashes
rest in peace.



GOOD ADVICE


Shun advice
at any price -
that's what I call
good advice


OH BOTHER!

What with one thing
and another
people bother.

With a third thing
and a fourth it
isn't worth it.


TIME

Does time exist?
I gravely doubt it.
But gosh, what should we do
without it?


CANDLE WISDOM

If you knew
what you will know
when your candle
has burnt low,
it would greatly
ease your plight
while your candle
still burns bright.



WHAT PEOPLE MAY THINK


Some people cower
and wince and shrink,
owing to fear of
what people may think.
There is one answer
to worries like these:
people may think
what the devil they please.


(on Denmark)

Denmark seen from a foreign land
looks but like a grain of sand.
Denmark as we Danes conceive it
is so big you wonÆt believe it.


(?)

Those who have no wisedom yet count their wealth by what they get.
you who have the grace to live: count your wealth by what you give!


ABOUT DENMARK

Why not let us compromise
about Denmark's proper size,
which will truly please us all,
since it's bigger than it's small.


NOTHING IS INDESPENSABLE
Grook to warn the universe against megalomania

The universe may be as great as they say.
But it wouldn't be missed if it didn't exist.


TIME AND ETERNITY

Where the woods and ploughlands
of tradition and modernity
run into the never-ending
deserts of eternity,
there I have my daily task
while time smoothly passes,
spooning the eternal sands
into hour glass.


INVESTMENT POLICY

Anxieties yield
at a negative rate,
increasing in smallness
the longer they wait.


A WORD OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Stomach-ache can be a curse;
heart-ache may be even worse;
so thank Heaven on your knees
if you've got but one of these.



THOSE WHO KNOW


Those who always
know what's best
are
a universal pest.


THE WISDOM OF THE SPHERES

How instructive
is a star!
It can teach us
from afar
just how small
each other are.


IT ISN'T ENOUGH

One paramount truth
our society smothers
in petty concern
with position and pelf:
It isn't enough
to exasperate others;
you've got to remember
to gladden yourself.


SMALL THINGS AND GREAT

He that lets
the small things bind him
leaves the great
undone behind him.


BRAVE

To be brave is to behave
bravely when your heart is faint.
So you can be really brave
only when you really ain't.



SATURATION


The heavens are draining,
it's raining and raining,
and everything couldn't be wetter,
and things are so bad
that we ought to be glad:
because now they can only get better.


THE STATE

Nature, our father and mother,
gave us all we have got.
The state, our elder brother,
swipes the lot.

Ingmar Bergman, Dies at 89



Ingmar Bergman, Famed Director, Dies at 89




Everett Collection


Bengt Ekerot, left, and Max von Sydow in the 1957 film "The Seventh Seal."


Published: July 30, 2007

Ingmar Bergman,
the “poet with the camera” who is considered one of the greatest
directors in motion picture history, died today on the small island of
Faro where he lived on the Baltic coast of Sweden, Astrid Soderbergh
Widding, president of The Ingmar Bergman Foundation, said. Bergman was
89.





Ingmar Bergman: 'The Poet With the Camera'


Agence France-Presse — Getty Images


An undated photograph of Ingmar Bergman from the 1970s. 




Critics called Mr. Bergman one of the directors — the others being Federico Fellini and Akira Kurosawa — who dominated the world of serious film making in the second half of the 20th century.

He moved from the comic romp of lovers in “Smiles of a Summer Night” to the Crusader’s search for God in “The Seventh Seal,” and from the gripping portrayal of fatal illness in “Cries and Whispers” to the alternately humorous and horrifying depiction of family life in “Fanny and Alexander.”

Mr.
Bergman dealt with pain and torment, desire and religion, evil and
love; in Mr. Bergman’s films, “this world is a place where faith is
tenuous; communication, elusive; and self-knowledge, illusory,” Michiko
Kakutani wrote in The New York Times Magazine in a profile of the
director. God is either silent or malevolent; men and women are
creatures and prisoners of their desires.

For many filmgoers
and critics, it was Mr. Bergman more than any other director who in the
1950s brought a new seriousness to film making.

“Bergman was the first to bring metaphysics — religion, death, existentialism — to the screen,” Bertrand Tavernier,
the French film director, once said. “But the best of Bergman is the
way he speaks of women, of the relationship between men and women. He’s
like a miner digging in search of purity.”

He influenced many other film makers, including Woody Allen,
who according to The Associated Press said in a tribute in 1988 that
Mr. Bergman was “probably the greatest film artist, all things
considered, since the invention of the motion picture camera.”

In
his more than 40 years in the cinema, Mr. Bergman made about 50 films,
often focusing on two themes — the relationship between the sexes, and
the relationship between mankind and God. Mr. Bergman found in cinema,
he wrote in a 1965 essay, “a language that literally is spoken from
soul to soul in expressions that, almost sensuously, escape the
restrictive control of the intellect.”

In Bergman, the mind is constantly seeking, constantly inquiring, constantly puzzled.

Mr.
Bergman often acknowledged that his work was autobiographical, but only
“in the way a dream transforms experience and emotions all the time.”

He
carried out a simultaneous career in the theater, becoming a director
of Stockholm’s Royal Dramatic Theater. He married multiple times and
had highly publicized and passionate liaisons with his leading ladies.

Mr.
Bergman broke upon the international film scene in the mid-1950s with
four films that shook the movie world, films that became identified
with him and symbols of his career — “Smiles of a Summer Night,” “The
Seventh Seal,” “Wild Strawberries” and “The Magician.”

He had been a director for 10 years, but was little known outside Sweden. Then, in 1956, “Smiles” won a special prize at the Cannes Film Festival. The next year, the haunting and eloquent “Seventh Seal,” with its memorable medieval visions of a knight (Max von Sydow)
playing chess with death in a world terrorized by the plague, won
another special prize at Cannes. And in 1959, “The Magician” took the
special jury prize at the Venice Film Festival.

Audiences flocked to art cinemas all over the world to see his films. Then, in 1960, “The Virgin Spring”,
told of a rape and its mysterious aftermath in medieval Scandinavia; it
won the Academy Award as best foreign film. In a few years, he had
become both a cult figure and a box-office success.

Throughout
his career, Mr. Bergman often talked about what he considered the dual
nature of his creative and private personalities. “I am very much aware
of my own double self,” he once said. “The well-known one is very under
control; everything is planned and very secure. The unknown one can be
very unpleasant. I think this side is responsible for all the creative
work — he is in touch with the child. He is not rational, he is
impulsive and extremely emotional.”

Ernst Ingmar Bergman was
born on July 14, 1918, in the university town of Uppsala, Sweden. His
father, Erik, a Lutheran clergyman who later became chaplain to the
Swedish royal family, believed in strict discipline, including caning
and locking his children in closets. His mother, Karin, was moody and
unpredictable.

“I was very much in love with my mother,” he told
Alan Riding of The New York Times in a 1995 interview. “She was a very
warm and a very cold woman. When she was warm, I tried to come close to
her. But she could be very cold and rejecting.”

The young Mr. Bergman accompanied his father on preaching rounds of small country churches near Stockholm.

“While
father preached away in the pulpit and the congregation prayed, sang or
listened,” he once recalled, “I devoted my interest to the church’s
mysterious world of low arches, thick walls, the smell of eternity, the
colored sunlight quivering above the strangest vegetation of medieval
paintings and carved figures on ceilings and walls. There was
everything that one’s imagination could desire — angels, saints,
dragons, prophets, devils, humans.”

His earliest memories, he once said, were of light and death:

“I remember how the sunlight hit the edge of my dish when I was eating
spinach and, by moving the dish slightly from side to side, I was able
to make different figures out of the light. I also remember sitting
with my brother, in the backyard of my flat, aiming with slingshots at
enormous black rats scurrying around. And I also remember being forced
to sit in church, listening to a very boring sermon, but it was a very
beautiful church, and I loved the music and the light streaming through
the windows. I used to sit up in the loft beside the organ, and when
there were funerals, I had this marvelous long-shot view of the
proceedings, with the coffin and the black drapes, and then later at
the graveyard, watching the coffin lowered into the ground. I was never
frightened by these sights. I was fascinated.”

Monday, July 23, 2007

Kindness

 

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.


Poem: "Kindness" by Naomi Shihab Nye, from The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems.

 

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Acceptance Speech


The radio's replaying last night's winners
and the gratitude of the glamorous,
everyone thanking everybody for making everything
so possible, until I want to shush
the faucet, dry my hands, join in right here
at the cluttered podium of the sink, and thank

my mother for teaching me the true meaning of okra,
my children for putting back the growl in hunger,
my husband, primo uomo of dinner, for not
begrudging me this starring role—

without all of them, I know this soup
would not be here tonight.

And let me just add that I could not
have made it without the marrow bone, that blood—
brother to the broth, and the tomatoes
who opened up their hearts, and the self-effacing limas,
the blonde sorority of corn, the cayenne
and oregano who dashed in
in the nick of time.

Special thanks, as always, to the salt—
you know who you are—and to the knife,
who revealed the ripe beneath the rind,
the clean truth underneath the dirty peel.

—I hope I've not forgotten anyone—
oh, yes, to the celery and the parsnip,
those bit players only there to swell the scene,
let me just say: sometimes I know exactly how you feel.

But not tonight, not when it's all
coming to something and the heat is on and
I'm basking in another round
of blue applause.


Poem: "Acceptance Speech" by Lynn Powell, from The Zones of Paradise.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

10 years

十年前的那个夏天,我离开生长的地方,满怀希望来到北京,开始了向往已久的大学生活。

一切都是新鲜的,从照蓝院到荷塘,从主干道到北门,从硬板床到开水房。IC卡电话,储值总是不够。军训扭伤了脚,因祸得福不用走正步。第一次微积分考试,大家都铆足了劲要得第一。第一次爬香山,被冠以X宁的绰号。第一次进教研组,看到那么多电脑。第一次进社团,看到主席原来也是普通人。第一次看到有人背红宝书,觉得出国是不可思议的遥远的事。


如果我现在看到十年前的自己,会对他说什么呢?也许我没有资格说什么,因为他做的比我好。



 

 

When Movie was Art

Sifting comments on the movie BRIGHT FUTURE in IMDB, I saw a distinction between those who like it and those who don't. Movies used to be an art form, but since Hollywood makes it into an industry, we have seen more and more sequels (MI 3, Spiderman 3, HP5, Die Hard 4).
OK, there are paintings named like "No. 151" and symphonies named like "No. 47", but those works are so distinct that you can't see any signs of "No. 150" in "No. 151", while movie sequels are just telling the same kind of story of the same people in a similar setting.

OK, that's all entertainment, so who cares. But wait, is that the same kind of mentality that drives the voters to favor "Bush 2" over "Kerry"?


Bright Future 观感

Akarui Mirai (Bright Future)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363235/

Tadanobu Asano 在其中演Mamoru, 他27岁,在东京一家工厂做小时工,无论上下班,他都和24岁的同事Nimura (Jô Odagiri 饰演)在一起。他们之间有一种独特的默契,Mamoru说,"你总是不知道该进还是退,以后你看我的手势。"
于是他们约定了暗号,食指向前方就是"go", 拇指冲着自己,就是"wait".
后来Mamoru因为一件小事杀死老板,被关进监狱,他的父亲帮他打官司,他只是很高兴终于能见到以前一直不关心他的父亲。Nimura说,愿意等Mamoru 20年,和他一起完成"计划"。 Mamoru在狱中自杀,手指做出"go"的暗号。
Nimura于是开始了“计划”(训练一只有毒的水母在淡水中生活)。

撇开片子里面关于毒水母进入东京水道的情节,我理解这部电影想要讲的是
没有父亲关心的男孩,会比较叛逆。
本来素不相识的两个男生,会因为一种近乎崇拜的关系(Nimura对Mamoru),建立起很强的信任。
年轻的时候,会为了某个目标,不惜一切代价。即使死去,也是值得的。

一个人如何反抗社会对他的定义?比如介绍Mamoru时,我首先想到的是,他的年龄,性别,工作。然而他的古怪计划,将这些传统的定义全都推翻了。
Mamoru的父亲觉得Mamoru的自杀是一个玩笑,因为他不理解Mamoru。好在这并不重要,对于Mamoru来说,这整个世界上,只要有Nimura一个人理解他的手势,就可以安心的离开了。


Note: 如果我留长发,会不会看起来像Asano。



And here is a comment from IMDB that I found helpful.


Here's what I think it's all about (detailed analysis with spoilers), 6 June 2005
8/10
Author:
Martin Wagner from Austin, TX
Many viewers look at Bright Future and throw up their hands in
confusion, even those who admire Kurosawa's style. I've thought a lot
about this movie and I don't think its intentions are that obscure,
though I confess it can be inaccessible. It's just that Kurosawa's
approach is VERY contrary to how Westerners understand film.


Bright Future examines the disillusionment of Japanese youth towards
their parents' generation, and, in turn, their parents' feelings of
failure towards their children. Throughout, a poisonous red jellyfish
symbolizes disaffected youth, drifting along silently, not threatening
unless you cross their path.

Namura and Arita are two 20-somethings working at an industrial
laundry. Namura is apathy itself. He cherishes his dreams of a "bright
future," but in his daily life, he barely registers much more than a
blank stare. He's such a loser he even sucks at his few hobbies; the
one time he goes out to an arcade with his upwardly-mobile sister and
her yuppie boyfriend, the boyfriend casually kicks Namura's ass at
games Namura plays constantly. On his lone trips to a nearby bowling
alley, Namura rolls mostly gutters.

Arita, Namura's only friend, is more mysterious, with a placid surface
underneath which lurks hints of menace. Arita's sole hobby is the care
of his pet jellyfish, which he is trying to acclimate to fresh water.

Arita gives the clueless Namura hand signals (thumb inward means
"wait," finger pointing means "go ahead") so he'll avoid doing anything
"crazy." Namura isn't sure what to make of this, but we get hints Arita
is more in tune with prevailing moods. "There's a storm coming," he
says ominously.

The boys' boss at the laundry lamely attempts to court their
friendship, borrowing a CD from Namura and popping up uninvited at
Arita's apartment. There he goes into a pathetic speech about "When I
was your age...", but loses his train of thought and gets caught up
watching cable. Namura and Arita view this middle-aged boy-man with
barely concealed contempt; you can tell they're thinking, "God, is this
what I have to look forward to when I'm 55?" When the boss sticks his
fingers in the jellyfish tank, Arita stops Namura from warning him
about the poison.

The boss, when he learns what could have happened, confronts Arita, who
quits his job the next day. The boss remains friendly to Namura,
throwing the socially inept young man into further confusion. That
night, Namura angrily goes to the boss's house to get his CD, only to
find Arita has been there earlier and murdered the man and his wife.

Arita is arrested but makes no particular attempt at a defense. In
jail, he cordially (but not warmly) greets his estranged father, and
only wants to talk about his jellyfish to Namura, in whom he has
entrusted its care. But when Namura, in a rare emotional outburst,
declares he will "wait 20 years" for Arita's release, Arita coldly
snubs him. Now even more bereft and confused, Namura angrily smashes
the jellyfish tank, inadvertently releasing it into the city canals.

Not long after, Arita hangs himself in his cell, his hand wired into
the "go ahead" signal. Namura regrets his rashness, and is overjoyed to
find the jellyfish still alive. He also strikes up a bond with Arita's
father, who makes a meager living salvaging discarded appliances (a
metaphor for pointlessly hanging onto the past). The father, who hadn't
seen Arita for 5 years before the murders, and who is held in such
disdain by his one other son that the boy has taken his mother's last
name, sees in Namura the chance for a real father-son relationship.

I've concluded that we're supposed to see Arita and Namura as two
different incarnations of the same person. This interpretation would be
consistent with Kurosawa's follow-up, Doppelgänger, whose hero
confronts an arrogant and violent duplicate of himself. Bright Future's
script hints that Kurosawa may have intended this:

At one point Namura says he thinks Arita killed the boss "before I
could do it"; indeed, right before Namura goes to the house, we see him
grab a metal pipe off the street and swing it in wild unfocused rage.
In another scene, we see Arita's ghost(?) watching his father and
Namura. Also, the way Arita's father cherishes his bond with Namura; a
reconciliation after an argument they have plays like the father is
really forgiving Arita and his other son for abandoning him (especially
the father's line "I forgive all of you for everything"). Finally,
Arita's rejection of Namura when Namura declares he'll wait for him in
prison; if Arita is really Namura's "evil doppelgänger," then the
rejection makes good thematic sense. It's Arita's way of saying, "You
idiot, don't you know that as long as you hang onto me, you'll always
be a loser?"

So is Arita the violent, acting-out side of Namura's personality made
flesh, who, once he commits the crime Namura fantasizes about, feels
it's time to give Namura the "go ahead" signal and bow out? An
intriguing possibility, and one certainly in keeping with Kurosawa's
magical realist approach.

The final scenes, in which Namura — saying "I got my go-ahead signal
long ago" — finally decides to stop drifting aimlessly (like the
jellyfish in the tank) and set himself towards the "bright future" he
used to dream of (like the loose jellyfish, now "escaping" from Tokyo
and drifting toward the sea), brings the movie's theme full circle. The
climactic shot of hordes of glowing jellyfish floating down a canal is
a truly stunning image. (And one thematically underscored by its
juxtaposition with the very last shot, of a gang of kids Namura briefly
falls in with, drifting aimlessly down the sidewalk to nowhere in
particular.) The title turns out to be not ironic at all. The young can
have a bright future, but sometimes, you have to know when to wait, and
when to go ahead.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

middle-age crisis

http://www.newdimensions.org/program.php?id=3184

Men go through mental break-down in their 40s.
The key is to find our way out is to find an older male mentor. That's what Jed Diamond, the author of The Irritable Male Syndrome: Managing The Four Causes of Depression and Aggression (Rodale Books 2004), says.


Thursday, July 12, 2007

Amazon rank No. 1 in Top 100 IT companies


http://images.businessweek.com/ss/07/06/0621_it100/index_01.htm


 


No. 1


Amazon.com


While many have not yet figured out that Amazon.com sells far more than books, the internet phenomenon is moving well beyond retail, offering e-commerce, computing, and physical distribution services to other business for lucrative fees. Despite high spending on new technology, second-quarter profits surged 115% on a 39% jump in sales, helping boost its stock price by 83% since the start of the year.

发现一个bug

blog title把“走过的路”写成“走过路”了。怪不得看着让人想到路边摊贩的叫卖,还不如直接写“走过路过,不要错过”

//blush, 赶快改掉。

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Poem:"A Primer of the Daily Round"

A Primer of the Daily Round

A peels an apple, while B kneels to God,
C telephones to D, who has a hand
On E's knee, F coughs, G turns up the sod
For H's grave, I do not understand
But J is bringing one clay pigeon down
While K brings down a nightstick on L's head,
And M takes mustard, N drives into town,
O goes to bed with P, and Q drops dead,
R lies to S, but happens to be heard
By T, who tells U not to fire V
For having to give W the word
That X is now deceiving Y with Z,
     Who happens just now to remember A
     Peeling an apple somewhere far away.

 

 

 

by Howard Nemerov, from New and Selected Poems

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Do what makes you happy

Bumped into this Money.com article right after my vacation.


 

Now I begin to understand why certain girls were so enthusiastic about philanthropy projects.

 


Another thing that interests me is an associated survey about people's opinion on marrying for the money.

And here are the results:













 

Is it wrong to marry for money?   * 13579 responses




No, you can't survive on love alone.
15%


Yes, wealth shouldn't be a factor.
37%


Depends on whether you'll be happy.
48%

 

Throughout the history of humankind, marriage has always been an institute for the money. Therefore no one should point fingers at those who excels in doing so. The other day, my boss was telling me, how he envies the fact that our director was married to a medical doctor and could afford to throw all those parties. Then he continues, we should all go visit hospitals more.
 

Anyway, exit strategies are important to rich marriages just like they are to startup companies. And they are given in the last few paragraphs of the articles, in case you missed them.

 

"Money Magazine is confident in advising this: If you do make it to the altar, hire a smart lawyer to negotiate the best terms on your prenup."

 

"But no matter how difficult things get, hang in there. The longer you stay, the more the court will award you if the marriage fails. There's no reason, after all, that your divorce shouldn't be every bit as lucrative as your marriage.

"