生活总是块状放射的

自从我发现了一个生活奥秘之后，越发觉得生活是块状的了。总是经常会发现一件事情和与它相关的很多东西都是成块发生，在短时间迅速爆发开来的，新认识一个名词、人、或者概念之后往往在很短时间内不断地遭遇，我还为此特地弄了个笔记，每每遇到就记录下来，现在已经有好一些了。
最近一些天兼带着一些疲惫的道德争论，读着诗，看着电影，突然觉得毫无关联的东西又一次统一起来，有时候就是这样，充满了惊喜，犹如踩到了生活中的彩蛋（比喻来自庄雅婷的说？）贴出来跟大家分享一下罢。
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Musee des Beaux Arts
W. H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:(1)
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.(2)
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.(3)
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Three paintings related to the poem:
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The photograph I recalled of the day of 911, with extreme similarity to the Fall of Icarus.
                
                
和这如此相似的是短片集 11'09"01 September 11里，Sean Penn导演的一个短片"United States of America"
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平淡的生命终结同样呼应着这样一个母题，就如同《东京物语》《童年往事》《步履不停》《回我的家》…… 艺术在这里故意的偏离创造了两层东西：1不可救赎的情感进到每一个人的心里；2给予我们内心某种救赎
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附赠W.H.Auden “In Memory of W.B. Yeats”里的一个诗节：
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
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