poems

美国作家Cormac McCarthy去世了，看到了一个推引用了他小说中的一段话： “They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.” 这让我想起辛弃疾的词： 少年不识愁滋味，爱上层楼。爱上层楼，为赋新词强说愁。 而今识尽愁滋味，欲说还休。欲说还休，却道天凉好个秋！ 岁月带来了似曾相识的沧桑感。 McCarthy还有写火的段落，比如在Blood Meridian: “The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles....

“It’s not true that fate slips silently into our lives. It steps in through the door that we have opened, and we invite it to enter. No one is strong enough or cunning enough to avert by word or deed the misfortune that is rooted in the iron laws of his character and his life.” – Sandor Marai, Embers “The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean....

The new US congress is still voting for its next speaker. From former speaker John Boehner, “What they’re really interested in is chaos. …They want to throw sand in the gears of the hated federal government until it fails and they’ve finally proved that it’s beyond saving. Every time they vote down a bill, they get another invitation to go on Fox News or talk radio. It’s a narcissistic – and dangerous – feedback loop....

Piano by Edgar Kunz I held him together as long as I could, she says. He stopped working, stopped coming upstairs. He was like tissue paper coming apart in water. Like smoke in my hands. It had nothing to do with you, baby. You left when you had to. I met a woman once who worked on pianos. Said it was a hard job. The tools, the leverage. The required ear....