昨晚又看了一遍bonnie and clyde(第一次知道中文名为雌雄大盗). 找出Bonnie写的这首诗,这么出色的强盗女诗人!
http://movie.douban.com/review/2299087/
We, each of us, have a good alibi
For being down here in the joint;
But few of them are really justified,
If you get right down to the point.
You have heard of a woman’s glory
Being spent on a downright cur.
Still you can’t always judge the story
As true being told by her.
As long as I stayed on the island
And heard confidence tales from the gals,
There was only one interesting and truthful,
It was the story of Suicide Sal.
Now Sal was a girl of rare beauty,
Though her features were somewhat tough,
She never once faltered from duty,
To play on the up and up.
Sal told me this tale on the evening
Before she was turned out free,
And I’ll do my best to relate it,
Just as she told it to me.
I was born on a ranch in Wyoming,
Not treated like Helen of Troy,
Was taught that rods were rulers,
And ranked with greasy cowboys. . . .
You’ve read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died
If you’re still in need of something to read
Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow Gang,
I’m sure you all have read
how they rob and steal and those who squeal
are usually found dying or dead.
There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups
They’re not so ruthless as that
Their nature is raw, they hate all law
Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
They say they are heartless and mean
But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around and taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
'Til he said to me, "I’ll never be free,
So I’ll meet a few of them in hell."
The road was so dimly lighted
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds if all roads were blind
They wouldn’t give up 'til they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
Sometimes you can hardly see
But it’s fight man to man, and do all you can
For they know they can never be free.
From heartbreak some people have suffered
From weariness some people have died
But all in all, our troubles are small
'Til we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
And they have no clue or guide
If they can’t find a fiend, just wipe the slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There’s two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow Mob
They had no hand in the kidnap demand
Nor the Kansas City Depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped
In these hard times we’s get a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."
The police haven’t got the report yet
But Clyde called me up today
He said, "Don’t start any fights, we aren’t
working nights, we’re joining the NRA."
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide
Where the women are kin, and men are men
And they won’t stool on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent a nice flat
About the third night they’re invited to fight
By a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.
They don’t think they’re tough or desperate
They know the law always wins
They’ve been shot at before, but they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they’ll go down together
And they’ll bury them side by side
To few it’ll be grief, to the law a relief
But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.
Source: Bonnie Parker, “The Story of Suicide: The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde.”
- Re: 花好月圆 第六 Blogging this month for Bonnie and Clydeposted on 05/02/2010
I was reading your "blogging this month" in the cafe lite and it suddenly occurred to me, wouldn't it be more interesting if you broadcast the blogging on youtube, in the audio/visual format? - Re: 花好月圆 第六 Blogging this month for Bonnie and Clydeposted on 05/02/2010
Moab, I have been doing that, but I am afraid that may annoy some people in cafe...So it has been in a secret channel....:) I am a perfectionist, it took way too much time recording the blogs...
thanks for this thought....great minds think alike... - Re: 花好月圆 第六 Blogging this month for Bonnie and Clydeposted on 05/02/2010
what? You have a secret youtube channel and I am out of the loop? How comforting...
(just kidding).
It'd be a great way to expand awareness of the cafe.
- posted on 05/03/2010
The strangest damned gang you ever heard of. They're young. They're in love. They rob banks.
They're young... they're in love... and they kill people.
这样的电影,男孩女孩看完都会叹气。
男孩女孩约会去看“雌雄大盗”,女孩看完,心里想:我什么时候才能遇见Clyde这样侠义的男子呢?男孩看完,心理想:哎,我怎么就没福分遇见Bonnie这样死心塌地的女孩子呢?他们手牵着手,心里想着同样的话,可谁都没说出口,对看一眼,两人叹气,心里想着,怎么也没有W.D. Jones这样两肋插刀的朋友呢?
上面句型里的男孩女孩可以替换成一对夫妻,对看一眼,两人叹气,接着过日子。即使枕边的人不是Bonnie, 不是Clyde,日子还得过下去。
从前的日子跟现在的日子是不一样的,看老电影,一切都是金色的,男人是男人,女人是女人,朋友是朋友。
说起天下让人叹气的爱情,有两个必要条件,一个是青春,一个是认识时间短,没来得及看到对方阴暗嘴脸。你见过有哪位文豪写老龄罗密欧朱丽叶吗?七老八十了还能跳远跳高儿翻墙约会吗? - posted on 05/04/2010
个体的光芒
周末,跟一个专业搞广告设计的朋友聊天,他谈到商业广告模式早已经转型,现在不要说语言无效,视觉也开始被太多的刺激弄得迟钝。宣言产品性能、公司规模,这些都不再灵验,而是个体的故事能吸引眼球。一个简单、细微的图像能让你脱颖而出。
逛电器商店,满世界的电器产品都在苹果面前失色。看了Iphone,其他的手机简直就是旧石器时代,看了ipod,其他的什么netbook根本无法入眼。apple的胜利是个体的胜利,它的软件跟大多数不兼容,它在维护知识产权上倔强的坚持让它与众不同。
当年超过2万人自发来到Bonnie的葬礼上,以至于bonnie的家人反而无法来到墓前。他们在boonie的墓上刻下这样的诗句:
As the flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew,
So this old world is made brighter by the lives of folks like you.
世界因为一个“女贼”而变得更加光明?那时的人多么知道善恶阿。
1933年,世界刚刚经历了大萧条,人民痛恨抢掠世界的银行跟金融家,虽然今天的华尔街肥猫们比从前的小猫们肥了几千倍,可恶无耻千万倍。Bonnie跟Clyde敢于光天化日持枪抢银行,大义凛然地杀警察,实在替他们出了一口恶气。虽然他们没有劫富济贫,在世人眼中已经是英雄了。青春、亡命爱情、个体与政府的对抗,这些都激发人的热情。
现在,大都市反抗政府的集会游行也难得有个2万人了。时代不一样了,那个时候,没有电视,没有internet,大家喜欢上街游行。
今天的人比从前的可怯懦多了,一辆装点小炸药的车就让全国警备,时代广场清场。这什么狗年月啊。 - posted on 05/04/2010
天才相遇
两个世界级的文学天才相见,他们谈些什么呢?
昨晚翻乔伊斯跟普鲁斯特的会面,实在有趣。乔伊斯的记述是这样的:
我们的谈话总是以否定式作结。普鲁斯特问我是否认识某公爵,我说“不”。女主人问普鲁斯特是否读过《尤利西斯》,普鲁斯特答曰:“没读过。”等等,等等。
两位文豪平时都是十分健谈的人,乔伊斯喝点小酒就high得不行,普鲁斯特更是谦虚待客的模范,礼数周到细致。为什么见到能谈到一起的人,反而没话说了呢?
这么两个健谈的大文豪,说来说去,也就是个“不”。普鲁斯特得出到结论是:谈话不可能表达出我们最深层的自我。心灵是个极不稳定的器官,说不准何时就会出现一片空白或是心神不属,惟有在静定或者无所事事时才会冒出火花,此时我是一个深层的我,那状态是一脸孩童似的茫然表情盯着天上飘过的流云出神。出神,或者作白日梦才是心开始说话的时候啊。
所以,好的谈话,必须有酒精或者烟草或者大麻来让我们想入非非神不守舍,忘掉自我。
Meditation一直被人搞得神神秘秘的,特别是什么打坐之类,更加愚不可及,meditation,不就是出神儿吗?肌肉穴脉不再紧张,不在说话,神就出来了。明白什么是出神儿了吧?
平常办公室里的,或者正襟危坐的时候,我基本无法思想,大多说出的都是蠢话废话,而真正想说的,在一般的谈话中很难找到确切的词句。
回想起多年前跟赋格的会面,也基本如此。赋格原本就不健谈,而我每说一句话都好像在冒犯,他文字中的飘逸一概不见,他的沉默不语让我如坐针毡:)
- Re: 花好月圆 第六 Blogging this month for Bonnie and Clydeposted on 05/04/2010
- posted on 05/04/2010
玛雅今天写的这两则我都看进去了。这才仿佛想起来,这电话是看过的。
bonnie and clyde
记得洛尔伽在纽约那段时间,正好遇到华尔街塌陷。他还写了一首长诗的,
(当然洛尔伽好象很被老瞎子Borges看扁:-)
The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the
earth, and death comes with it...
第二则我以为普鲁斯特兴趣的人物范筹与乔伊斯迥异。前者是公爵候伯子男,诚如乔
伊斯事后说的:我只在意于他们的仆人一类。
&
赋格有些日子博客未更新了。不知是闭门造车,还是中道蹦退?
http://fughetta.ycool.com/ - posted on 05/05/2010
maya wrote:
个体的光芒
周末,跟一个专业搞广告设计的朋友聊天,他谈到商业广告模式早已经转型,现在不要说语言无效,视觉也开始被太多的刺激弄得迟钝。宣言产品性能、公司规模,这些都不再灵验,而是个体的故事能吸引眼球。一个简单、细微的图像能让你脱颖而出。
快乐就是慢慢地活着,快快地死去
谢xw读。
接着这个话题继续下去。
人生低谷、生活磨难的一个大好处就是让生活慢下来,再慢下来,没兴趣去管闲事闲人,也懒得出门。过去我一直生活在快节奏里。说话快,走路快,没耐心做完一件事情。日子好像过山车一样跌宕,没有时间细细品尝滋味。这个陈述其实也不准确,我看某些书是很慢的,比如童话书,比如普鲁斯特的流年。
老普教会我关注细节,其实就是佛啊禅里的冥想。静对着画中的一块颜色,嘴里含着的一块饼干沉思默想,思绪漂浮在一分一秒逝去的时光里。这个哲学思想恰恰是“power of now"的作者Tolle 一直谈的”活在当下“。
把身心速度放慢,美丽就出现了,神奇也出现了。
老普曾经跟一个忧郁的年轻人通信,当知心大哥。这位年轻人抱怨生活乏味拮据,家庭生活庸俗不堪。老普就说,要是那些从前的艺术大师生活在我们的时代,他们说不定会对我们城市的烟尘、几个小时的交通堵塞兴趣盎然。当然这些话是我替他说的,他那个时代的巴黎没有污染也没有car jam。
这么说起来,老普该是当心理治疗师的人。他说,没生过病的医生不是好医生。
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