All entries for Wednesday 20 October 2004
October 20, 2004
2.my understanding of the preface is partly right
3. without bearing the social responsibilities in their minds, they are not only in economic and status low position, but also the psychological(spiritual) low position. Born with a different identification, they are the real social exclusion, the minorest unit in a society.
4. she finds her identity in nudity.
5. In consequence with 1, the story ends as the purpose of finding her lover become the prime purpose of staying alive in the world for the herione. This can be explained, on the one hand, from her social exclusion status so that she couldn't really achieve her career in such society. A satisfying relation is the best she can expect. On the other hand, the thirst of seeking this soul-mate/fatal-lover also reflect the common desire for being accompanied.
6. the thorough indication on the mixed/international identity: from the English folk used in a Japanese produced film which set in China, to the mobile population in a colonised area, let alone the two main characters' breed
7. The heroin's conciousness of her female body. Also included in 5. When she's seeking for her lover, she doesn't really mean to seek for the man, but the idea she can fulfill herself with her own strength. Other good examples concerning such theme are mainly in the sexual scenes depiction.
'Biological, I don't know why I feel this way with you. Biological, I want you to be perfect.' Air's dizzy music.
Old familiar dizzy Air, but still mysterious. It's the dizzy touch gives the music the mystery as well as the blurry English, though the lyrics examines the 'flesh around your bones' and 'your DNA' one after another.
'In the dream, we are in green; awaken from the dream, we're still in green. People see us in black illusions, whereas they are not aware it's achromatopsia'— Preface. The Green Platye. Hong Ying. 2004
I m always puzzled by the literature attracts me. When I start reading many novels I read 5 years or 10 years ago all over again, I start wondering how could I fancy such works that much at that age. I can't understand most of them even now. Was it others' recommendation really had great impact on my young unconcious mind? Or was it the beauty of mystery being seductive?
The situation is exactly the same at that time as when I don't understand Air's intention on writing a song about a precise science subject with such dizzy tone at this moment.Same puzzles occur in my mind toward Hong Ying's preface as well: why they are in green? Why such colour is invisible to other people? Why I am so moved in such mystery of words? There must be some delicateness among the structure of the language. How could it fondle my sense otherwise? There must be a dainty feel that is shared between the author and I. I can hold it in my mind temporarily, but I can't reach the language to note it down. It will fade. Fading like the way I m losing my point at this very moment.
It can be the sympathy for love. The sensation shared between people is love. The sensation that would touch deeply in others' minds, is sympathy for love. The touch brings an urge to cry. It is a fist that knocking your mind repeatedly.
It is the sympathy of love. I know it's a love story, at least there is love in the story. The love is not shown, the love is shared by two lonely souls. Three or more perhaps, but not changing the fact of loneliness. This love blinds my eyes. This blindness leads me only to the beauty of mystery among the language. Mystery is a sense of blue. The sympathy shared by the author and me to the love is also the calling from my mind to be sympathised.
_'In what way
that I can see
the shade of the map
When you touch me softly
with your finger
on my painful skin
It exceeds the fragrance of sex,
like the best
Between you and me
Like the joy of the last moment
the journey of lights' sliding'_
—————— back page poem on The Green Platye