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ACHILLES' HEELTwo things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the oftener and the more steadily we reflect on them: the starry heavens above and the moral law within. ——Immanuel Kant August 06 索尔仁尼琴断网日久，今天才看到了索尔仁尼琴逝世的消息
那个被誉为“俄罗斯的良心”，留着东正教牧师般大胡子的人 终于走了
记得南大图书馆里的那套《古拉格群岛》
早已被翻看得残破不堪
对一个优秀的作家而言 这是远胜于获得诺贝尔文学奖的殊荣吧 July 13 starry starry night一个素未谋面的朋友推荐了Don Mclean的Vincent——纪念梵高的一首老歌
上网搜了一下，原来就是starry starry night ok,原来早是旧相识了 和这首歌的缘分要追溯到刚开博的那一阵
我把自己在sapce上的图片换成了梵高的the starry night 尔后曾一起在晨报实习的小豆子同学告诉我有这么一首歌 starry starry night
——简单而质朴的旋律，伴着木吉他的那种淡然与超脱 宛若从梵高画笔下流淌出来的一抹孤独 说不清楚是从什么时候开始热爱这个行为怪异的天才的
或许就是从the starry night开始 美术课本里讲解梵高的那段，配的几张小图 让人看到入迷 在伦敦National Gallery那不甚宽敞的展厅里
曾有幸见到过梵高的作品 若干不太知名的画作如绿叶般衬出那朵为世人熟知的向日葵 隔着攒动的人头 远远的看着 幻想着能一个人和梵高那些绚烂的色彩安静的待在一起 可终究只是幻想而已 梵高在给弟弟特奥的信里曾经写道：
既然邦葛罗斯老先生信誓旦旦地对我们说世上的一切都将臻于至善至美，难道对此我们还要怀疑吗？ 至善至美
也许是造物主特意留给天才们的最绚丽的诱惑吧？
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand
What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Now I understand
What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you
But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight on that Starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do, But I could have told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloddy rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not listening still Perhaps they never will. |
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