Hi, Dear Music Lovers,
This is oswald again. I am very happy and have the honour to bring you two very young promised musicians of Hong Kong to play for us this October, on one of this beautiful Autumn evenings in a bookshop. Oh, music + books, how wonderful it is!
Artists: Duo Fluxion with Izumi Nikado - flute/keyboard and Tak Wing Leung - Bussoon/vocal
Music: pops with a touch of contemporaries
MC/poetry: oswald
Venue: HK Reader 序言書室
Address: 68 Sai Yeung Choi Street South, 7/f, Mongkok, Kowloon. Hong Kong.
Date: 26 Oct 2010, Tuesday
Time: 2030 - 2230 hours.
Form: casual.
F&B: soft drinks available at low cost.
Contact: sharegivetake.blogspot.com
: sharegivetake@gmail.com or oswaldhilda@gmail.com
Artists: www.studiomelangeltd.com
See you there.
oswald.
2010年10月12日 星期二
Contributions and Donations (updated 12 Oct 2010)
Name......... Descriptions.......... Date
Mr. Henry Chan HKD 200.00 on 02 May 2010
Ms Cale Lau Name Cards (HKD 60.00) on 25 July 2010
Ms Cale Lau 4 bottles of Red Wine (HkD320.00) on 12 Sept 2010
Mr. Henry Chan HKD 500.oo on 26 Sep 2010
Ms. Chan Wun Hung HKD 1000.00 on 08 Oct 2010
Mr. Henry Chan HKD 200.00 on 02 May 2010
Ms Cale Lau Name Cards (HKD 60.00) on 25 July 2010
Ms Cale Lau 4 bottles of Red Wine (HkD320.00) on 12 Sept 2010
Mr. Henry Chan HKD 500.oo on 26 Sep 2010
Ms. Chan Wun Hung HKD 1000.00 on 08 Oct 2010
2010年10月10日 星期日
Translated poem (original by Liu Xiaobo)
夜晚和黎明 (劉曉波)
-------- 給小霞
獨自睡去的夜晚，
格外寒冷，
黎明前的孤星更顯無情，
儘管有床前的橘黃色燈光，
泠透的黑暗依然
不留任何餘地，
吞噬著全部的你。
你對著燈自言自語
撫摩牆上的影子流淚。
此刻，應該點燃一支煙，
或為自己倒一杯酒，
昏醉地追逐那個
至今不知下落的失蹤者，
是否被更深的黑暗吞沒。
把燈熄滅吧，
讓煙獨自燃燒夜的寒冷。
把酒潑向窗外，
讓黑暗醉倒，
嘔吐出另一黎明，
一個也許會有消息的黎明。
(1996年11月11日)
(p218-9)
The night and Dawn (Liu Xiaobo)
Dedicate to Xiao Xia
Sleeping lone in the night, is
Extrordinary cold and bitter.
The lone star before dawn is relentless.
Though you have an orange headlight by your bed,
The freezing dusk is still
Of no mercy, swallow
The whole of you.
Talking to yourself, with the lamp,
Petting the shadow on the wall, weeping.
In this moment, you should burn a cigarette,
Or help yourself with a glass of wine,
Be hocus, dizzily, tracing your lost one,
Had he be swallowed by a even darker night?
Switch off the light, please,
Let the fume of the cigarette burn down this chilly night,
Splash your wine out of the window,
Let the dark night become drunk,
Let it rouse and vomit a new dawn,
One which perhaps might give you, good news.
(translated by oswald on Jan 2010)
-------- 給小霞
獨自睡去的夜晚，
格外寒冷，
黎明前的孤星更顯無情，
儘管有床前的橘黃色燈光，
泠透的黑暗依然
不留任何餘地，
吞噬著全部的你。
你對著燈自言自語
撫摩牆上的影子流淚。
此刻，應該點燃一支煙，
或為自己倒一杯酒，
昏醉地追逐那個
至今不知下落的失蹤者，
是否被更深的黑暗吞沒。
把燈熄滅吧，
讓煙獨自燃燒夜的寒冷。
把酒潑向窗外，
讓黑暗醉倒，
嘔吐出另一黎明，
一個也許會有消息的黎明。
(1996年11月11日)
(p218-9)
The night and Dawn (Liu Xiaobo)
Dedicate to Xiao Xia
Sleeping lone in the night, is
Extrordinary cold and bitter.
The lone star before dawn is relentless.
Though you have an orange headlight by your bed,
The freezing dusk is still
Of no mercy, swallow
The whole of you.
Talking to yourself, with the lamp,
Petting the shadow on the wall, weeping.
In this moment, you should burn a cigarette,
Or help yourself with a glass of wine,
Be hocus, dizzily, tracing your lost one,
Had he be swallowed by a even darker night?
Switch off the light, please,
Let the fume of the cigarette burn down this chilly night,
Splash your wine out of the window,
Let the dark night become drunk,
Let it rouse and vomit a new dawn,
One which perhaps might give you, good news.
(translated by oswald on Jan 2010)
3 translated Poems by Liu Xiaobo
The following three poems translated from Liu Xiaobo's poems by Nicolette Wong and oswald chan at the beginning of 2010. The Chinese versions will be attached when they are available.
1)
When I Left—To My Sleeping Wife
When you took my heart
I was already gone.
On that clear autumn day
the shining handcuffs burnt in the sun.
I was being taken far away
to a place you could never find.
But when you woke up, your glance was
scorching my shadow.
The scar of your wound
was torn again and again.
I was astonished at your delicate body.
How could it endure such unexpected and persistent pain?
As the knife broke,
you gripped it.
(2)
Astonishment ---- to Xiao Xia
Astonishment is born out of a piece of stone,
of the weeds, the brown spots on the leaves
and the footprints of the beasts.
The sky falls at a strange corner
where the taste of forbidden fruits
is rising like the stars.
Astonishment is born out of a breath,
of the wine sleeping in the glass by itself.
My eyes wide open
they speak of an eternal loneliness.
Hold the world close
as the lamp hovers, drifting east and west.
In doubt there’s only silence—
thirty-six years old
already close to God.
Astonishment is born out of a conjunction.
The naked girl is the two tall glasses
gleaming
on the sparkling Square cleansed of bloodstains.
Clean up the room. Destroy the evidence.
Pack away your memories.
Faraway from the windows
the ocean is bone white;
it stands between dust and poetry.
Astonishment is different from fear.
Mocking, degrading, it’s closer to despair,
deeper than solemnity.
Sorrow has lost its meaning.
People are laughing.
Let them laugh.
(3)
In the Company of Dust ---- to my ever-waiting wife
You have nothing. You wait for me
in the company of dust
which fills every corner of our home—
you don’t want to draw the blinds
for the sunlight to stir
your peace.
Dust fills the words on the bookshelf
the patterns on the carpet
and your letters to me—
you like to leave traces of dust
with the tip of your pen.
My eyes tingle at the sight of it.
All day you sit still
you refrain from walking
lest you crush the dust at your feet.
You breathe calmly
weaving a story with your silence.
Dust is the your loyal companion
in these suffocating times.
Dust fills your glance, your breath,
your time. Day after day
it piles up from the soles of your feet
to your chest, your throat
it nurses the grave in the depths of your soul.
The grave is your resting place
wait for me where you will be undisturbed.
You’re in love with dust
you wait for me
in darkness, in peace, in suffocation.
Wait for me in the company of dust—
refuse the sun, the breeze,
cocoon yourself in dust.
Sleep until I come back
you will rise
brush away the dust on your skin
in your soul
in a miracle of resurrection.
1)
When I Left—To My Sleeping Wife
When you took my heart
I was already gone.
On that clear autumn day
the shining handcuffs burnt in the sun.
I was being taken far away
to a place you could never find.
But when you woke up, your glance was
scorching my shadow.
The scar of your wound
was torn again and again.
I was astonished at your delicate body.
How could it endure such unexpected and persistent pain?
As the knife broke,
you gripped it.
(2)
Astonishment ---- to Xiao Xia
Astonishment is born out of a piece of stone,
of the weeds, the brown spots on the leaves
and the footprints of the beasts.
The sky falls at a strange corner
where the taste of forbidden fruits
is rising like the stars.
Astonishment is born out of a breath,
of the wine sleeping in the glass by itself.
My eyes wide open
they speak of an eternal loneliness.
Hold the world close
as the lamp hovers, drifting east and west.
In doubt there’s only silence—
thirty-six years old
already close to God.
Astonishment is born out of a conjunction.
The naked girl is the two tall glasses
gleaming
on the sparkling Square cleansed of bloodstains.
Clean up the room. Destroy the evidence.
Pack away your memories.
Faraway from the windows
the ocean is bone white;
it stands between dust and poetry.
Astonishment is different from fear.
Mocking, degrading, it’s closer to despair,
deeper than solemnity.
Sorrow has lost its meaning.
People are laughing.
Let them laugh.
(3)
In the Company of Dust ---- to my ever-waiting wife
You have nothing. You wait for me
in the company of dust
which fills every corner of our home—
you don’t want to draw the blinds
for the sunlight to stir
your peace.
Dust fills the words on the bookshelf
the patterns on the carpet
and your letters to me—
you like to leave traces of dust
with the tip of your pen.
My eyes tingle at the sight of it.
All day you sit still
you refrain from walking
lest you crush the dust at your feet.
You breathe calmly
weaving a story with your silence.
Dust is the your loyal companion
in these suffocating times.
Dust fills your glance, your breath,
your time. Day after day
it piles up from the soles of your feet
to your chest, your throat
it nurses the grave in the depths of your soul.
The grave is your resting place
wait for me where you will be undisturbed.
You’re in love with dust
you wait for me
in darkness, in peace, in suffocation.
Wait for me in the company of dust—
refuse the sun, the breeze,
cocoon yourself in dust.
Sleep until I come back
you will rise
brush away the dust on your skin
in your soul
in a miracle of resurrection.
2010年10月8日 星期五
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