//2010年11月26日 – 星期五
「Don’t Shoot The Messenger」
是 Heath Ledger 遺作中的最後一句台詞。亦是《日頭彌留》這本展覽作品集的英文名稱。
展覽作品圍繞著藝術家 喜歡的書、電影、香港流行曲的歌詞 和 對演員的感情 為靈感去創作，透過作者自身的情感重新將美好的事物與此時此刻的觀眾連繫上來。
//2008年2月13日 – 星期三
—— M.D. 《楊．安德烈亞．斯泰奈》
2017年1月8日 – 星期日
Since sitting for the university entrance exam, it would seem reading books has become a routine, with many more purposes attached to it, such as work, research, and even silent demands permeating the social atmosphere.
I do not like it that way.
For a very long time, I have not read a book without a purpose in mind.
What does it mean, to read a book for real?
I can recall,
there used to be a time when I read words with a simple mind, when I was absorbed in a rich and nourishing world woven by words.
What are you, I wonder, thinking about?
// November 26, 2010 – Friday
I have always been grateful to you, for your presence in my sea. You accompanied me on the deck, on which we cast our eyes down at the light of fire from the lighthouse lying dead on the ground, awaiting a flood. Awaiting a lover to whom we failed to bid farewell, on the edge of the wave, where we discovered by divination our previous incarnation. Together, we imagined one day when all the cinemas would be overturned. Upside down. Left and right. Inside out. It was like tearing a letter flooded with an excess of emotions, and then keeping the bits and pieces. Together, we endured the resentment from the cinema staff. A nosy scavenger. A religious follower punished with detention. An exploration team in a rural village. A shop owner who committed suicide in the small alley. A self-loathing goldfish. You embraced all these moments together with me. In your own unique way, and in my crude way, each and every day, you stayed together with me.
I once prayed. But you were never there on the days when black was worn. You thought I would never. But in fact I did. You asked me, and I could only tell you. It was freezing that day. In London as well. I wore black to see a person in white. Let the world reach January, reaching the days and months when we once existed, letting me properly alienate myself from you, once again. This way, in the days ahead, on my own, when I listen to others mumbling, I will be with you instead, rebellious against the world. And with order in conflict, by admitting guilty, we swim out from the back door in a trial; together with you, I have been grateful all along; all along, I have offended, the whole world. //
There was nothing I liked more than reading her blog.
Those love letters, and even those memories left behind by her dreams. Thanks to her sincere expression of feelings, before I knew it, I started reading,
I want to understand even more about her world.
About those delicate and mysterious emotions, incantations and myths, love letters and oath of alliance, literature, history, and excerpts from books that have inspired me.
Words have built a bridge.
And I am a traveler, walking into the sceneries that you depicted. Those that touched you, moved you to tears, and inspired you. They are all what I went through in your words.
“Don’t Shoot The Messenger”
Is Heath Ledger’s last line in his posthumous work. This is also the English title of this compilation of exhibits.
The works exhibited have been created with books, movies and lyrics of Cantopop songs that the artist likes, as well as her feelings towards the actors, as the main source of inspiration. Through the author’s own feelings, beautiful things have been reconnected with the audience at this moment in time.
So, what does it mean, to read a book for real?
// February 13, 2008 – Wednesday
In order to understand a story, one has to wait until after it has been written, until after the situation that the author has written it has disappeared. In particular, in the book, after his past, his body, your face, and your voice have changed, and after it has become something that cannot be reversed or avoided, I still want to say: it wanders outside of books, being taken away to a place far far away, away from its author, after the author has lost it forever and ever.
—— Yang Andrea Steiner by M.D.
At seventy, the tears she has written down, in secret, disappeared forever, along with love, being taken away to a place far far away, but you know that some things do not slip away just like that.
Seventy years old. An age fit for both living on or passing away. Until when, if I may ask, can we put to words the silence and unbearable suffering in that episode “about a love affair”.
Without writing down your name in full, how can I get salvation. How can I. //
January 8, 2017 – Sunday
Re-reading words and lines that I once adored.
Perhaps, I am only a traveler. I might not be able to find salvation in reading.
However, by lingering around the sceneries in your imagination, at least I can follow your footsteps, and read each and every book upon which I have stumbled. The joy I feel: running into your words in reality. The fruits I reap: being able to put my heart into experiencing the sceneries that once filled me with joy.
I can feel that I am reading a book seriously.
This way, I can feel that I am understanding a person, as well as everything meaningful about you.
Reading: Don’t Shoot The Messenger by Ho Sin Tung
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