Friday, September 19, 2014

May I say that it was just too Shakespearean

I am still intrigued by the whole Tokyo Ghoul and I must say that I like the bleak ending very much, though people tend to think that it was incomplete (and from the commercial point of view, I think the author will definitely continue the story).

From the beginning, it already foretold that it was a tragedy but later when Kaneki grew strong, we all had a false hope that things would be changed, Kaneki would protect the weak, beat the evil and together with Kōtarō Amon, the young official of CCG (Commissioner of Counter Ghoul), human beings and ghouls may someday find a way to mutually exist in the world. But the world was simply wrong (that's the central theme of the story!!).  We conflict with each other for existence, no matter it was between ghoul and human, between ghouls or even just between human.  How we crave for existence and how miserable in such craving ("I must eat, to eat is to plunder, to protect, to lose, to make mistake").

I love the way it presents the story, which does not draw everything out, not depict the plot explicitly.   The work is quiet poetic - the constant counting of numbers (not just to remain awareness of the pain of existence, but also means the counting of the minutes/seconds of your life), the encounter of the good and the bad Kaneki (the realization of the futility of all your hard struggles) and the final vision of the smile of clown.

Oh yes, clowns.  The mocking of clowns.  I don't understand why the readers turned hating Uta at the end.  He may be unscrupulous but the tragedy of Kaneki is to a very large extend due to his own personality.  The extreme Type 2 Enneagram - to validate his own worth by the extreme self-sacrifice, just like what Toka said, it is a passive manipulation to others.  The unsympathetic words of Uta remind me of Macbeth's famous words:
"And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

Uta the unscrupulous/cool prankster (was he?Actually Kaneki would do what he did no matter what)




Love will indeed tear us apart, to eat your best friend.



To love is to put yourself into a vulnerable position, the collapse of Tsukiyama.




Counting of the final moment, delirious yet sober.




The mocking clown.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The Fragility of Openness

可能只有死忠粉絲才會繼續在意吟遊詩人的自溺夢囈,詩歌形式亦方便粉 絲們解構(誤讀)。Albion航道似乎並不明媚,詩人呈現的陰暗面, 近乎懺悔告解 (是真實的Confession of a Child of the Century), 很多很多的自殘、毒品、性愛旅程, what a life on Mars! 不長老的頑童繼續逃避俗務, 在新知舊雨新歡舊愛間捉迷藏,所有的人和事,如詩人所述說般, 只是其生命的一小段歌,不作停留不被捕獲,浪蕩者只會繼續追尋其Shangri-la / acardy。

正要為詩人過著火星人般的例牌 sex ? and rock n' roll 的 rockstar lifestyle 感到納悶時,最後部份的訪問喜見澄澈的Peter, 仍舊是我喜歡的靈魂。 


Monday, June 16, 2014

That killer sulky baby

First, the face (and essentially, the blush).


















Then, the isayama hairdo.


and yes, that is the "cold face, warm heart" heichou I love so much.


come walk with me sulky levi.




Wednesday, June 04, 2014

The Persistence of Memory

"The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting."

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

12th March

As usual, on this day I would like to say "Happy Birthday" to Peter Doherty.  I think I am still fond of him, though he is less prolific these days in terms of his music or literature, or maybe he is more private now.  He does not publish his every little work through internet like the old days.  He strikes me that he is more like a showman now, though I have no complaint about it.  I still love his performance and would like to attend his every show.

Happy Birthday little chubby.




But today I also got the sad news that Winifred Lai has passed away.  She was one of the most important local cultural figures to me.  I remember I was a loyal reader of her Amoeba Magazine when I was young. She did teach me a thing or two.  This year I am really sensing that my city is collapsing.   The things we're proud of, such as the rule of law, the freedom of expression, was destroyed in a large extent.  and now a member of the elite is gone.  

so today i am feeling ambivalent, blame it on the grey sky.  but i am still grateful for all those angels who have brightened up my tedious life.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

There's a little piece of land I aspire

I was the yearning eyes in the shadow. I was the shadow. I hid in the dark, collecting pieces of your dreams. You were oblivious (because you are not of this world), chanting your spell (both you and the crowd indulged in madness), sometimes sad (but always playful). I was the outsider of your town, or of everywhere (maybe I am also not of this world). But I like to see you. You are that fading dream. Half forgotten. Still shimmer on the horizon. Maybe I am collecting ruins. Guffaw of the last decade. Time has left traces to you. But time has not changed you.


Mr. Doherty, looked happy.

Babyshambles @ O2 Academy Birmingham 14.10.13
Babyshambles @ O2 Academy, Birmingham 14.10.13

  Babyshambles @ 02 Academy Leicester 15.10.13
Babyshambles @ 02 Academy, Leicester 15.10.2013

Babyshambles @ The Junction Cambridge 17.10.13
Babyshambles @ The Junction, Cambridge 17.10.13

Friday, October 18, 2013

Romance at short notice

Literally back from the dead ("find what you love, and let it kills you").