Fight Club

Der Frühling

2009-02-18T22:32:00.000-08:00

Friedrich Hölderlin

Wie seelig ists, zu sehn, wenn Stunden wieder tagen,
Wo sich vergnügt der Mensch umsieht in den Gefilden,
Wenn Menschen sich um das Befinden fragen,
Wenn Menschen sich zum frohen Leben hilden.

Wie sich der Himmel wölbt, und außeinander dehnt,
So ist die Freude dann an Ebnen und im Freien,
Wenn sich das Herz nach neuem leben sehnt,
Die Vögel singen, zum Gesange schreien.

Der Mensch, der offt sein Inneres gefraget,
Spricht von dem Leben dann, aus dem die Rede gehet,
Wenn nicht der Gram an einer Seele naget,
Und froh der Mann vor seinen Gütern stehet.

Wenn eine Wohnung prangt, in hoher Luft gebauet,
So hat der Mensch das Feld geräumiger und Wege
Sind weit hinaus, dsß Einer um sich schauet,
Und über einen Bach gehen wohlgebaute Stege.

思考

2008-07-17T19:16:00.000-07:00

思不能像科学那样带来知识
思不能产生有用的实践智慧
思不能解答宇宙之谜
思不能直接赠与我们行动的力量

尸体

2008-07-03T23:11:00.001-07:00

尸体是泥土的再次开始

尸体不是愤怒也不是疾病

其中包含着疲倦、忧伤和天才

-----海子《土地王》

Some rare albums

2007-05-28T01:06:00.000-07:00

Sun Ra - Outer Spaceways Incorporated
http://rapidshare.com/files/4038475/Outer_Spaceways_Incorporated.zip

Jon Hassell - Vernal Equinox
http://rapidshare.com/files/4044120/Vernal_Equinox.zip

Jon Hassell - Aka-Dabari-Java
http://rapidshare.com/files/4047649/Aka_Dabari_Java.zip

Amon Duul II - Phallus Dei
http://rapidshare.com/files/4048886/Phallus_Dei.zip

David Thomas - Monster Walks the Winter Lake
http://rapidshare.com/files/4049685/Monster_Walks_the_Winter_Lake.zip

Robert Wyatt - The End of an Ear
http://rapidshare.com/files/8594014/The_End_of_an_Ear.zip

Robert Wyatt - Shleep
http://rapidshare.com/files/8594780/Shleep.zip

Epsilon - Epsilon
http://rapidshare.com/files/8632199/Epsilon.zip

German Oak - German Oak
http://rapidshare.com/files/8633390/German_Oak.zip

LA Dusseldorf - LA Dusseldorf
http://rapidshare.com/files/8634307/LA_Dusseldorf.zip

LA Dusseldorf - Viva
http://rapidshare.com/files/8635527/Viva.zip

Nektar - A Tab In The Ocean
http://rapidshare.com/files/8636754/A_Tab_In_The_Ocean.zip

Popol Vuh - Hosianna Mantra
http://rapidshare.com/files/8640532/Hosianna_Mantra.zip

Klaus Schulze - Cyborg
http://rapidshare.com/files/8642412/Cyborg.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/8643157/Cyborg.part2.rar

Klaus Schulze - In Blue
http://rapidshare.com/files/8645106/In_Blue.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/8646659/In_Blue.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/8647020/In_Blue.part3.rar

The Last Poets - The Last Poets
http://rapidshare.com/files/8804544/The_Last_Poets.zip

Keiji Haino - Ama No Gawa (Milky Way)
http://rapidshare.com/files/9175335/Ama_No_Gawa.zip

Lost Aaraaff - Lost Aaraaff
http://rapidshare.com/files/9180890/Lost_Aaraaff.zip

Ghost - Lama Rabi Rabi
http://rapidshare.com/files/9235355/Lama_Rabi_Rabi.zip

Comus - First Utterance
http://rapidshare.com/files/9242578/First_Utterance.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/9242764/First_Utterance.part2.rar

V Day

2007-05-08T14:02:00.000-07:00

今天终于买到了盼望已久的Mahler音乐会的票,另外捎带着拿下了张Mozart Don Giovanni的票。Mahler的巡演这是最后一场了，Mozart的Don Giovanni下个月初也是最后一场，还好赶上最后一班车。
下个月还有Manson的演唱会，Lou Reed的票还没买，还有音乐节。。。最近真是演出多多呀

Everything is fucking changing

2007-05-01T16:47:00.000-07:00

贾樟柯说当下中国电影还不如文革时期，改天不知道从哪儿就蹦出一堆小红卫兵来革他的命，在中国乱说话肯定会倒霉的

中国要改劳教制度，实在太胡扯了。断掉自己好端端的不花钱的劳动力来源不有病才怪呢，管TM什么人权组织，偷偷摸摸的事中国人都干惯了

听说冯尼古特死了，上个月是侯孝贤的生日

国内的两会不知开的怎么样，老百姓们还要活下去

前两天见到有人骂顾城和海子

没想到亨利米勒也读汉姆生，我总想到他的“饥饿”

爵士是朋克的爸爸，我想Joey和Sid不会这么认为

下个月的Sonar,令人期待呀，虽然还没有定机票

越来越喜欢Fat Cat了，当然还少不了Warp

为什么现在人们都开始喜欢翻唱，Dj的Remix还可以原谅，自己创作力枯竭了，还要来败坏别人的作品，真TM无聊

Manson的演出还早，Rock am Ring要不要去呢，SP和WS真让人难以割舍

Essen有个全欧洲最大的Voodoo的 Ausstellung, Voodoo ist nicht Teufel, sonder der Gott, der Geist, die Religion

April is the cruellest month...

2007-04-13T19:52:00.000-07:00

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations. 50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'

––T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). The Waste Land. 1922. I. The Burial of the Dead

What's the fucking story

2007-04-11T15:12:00.000-07:00

What's the fucking story!!