"Song of Existence" Every day, we are nearing the expiration of existence. To defy the inevitable, we write In one form or another. Words fascinate me; they are the greatest creation of mankind. I am no bard, yet sing and celebrate what is given to me, Mimicking Whitman as well as calling him names, In a mood melancholy or elevated, With a sense of longing or losing, I write, and to seek The meaning within the lines And I gaze into the stars, Which they say is the surviving image of what was once very much alive and Aglow. Something which we presume to be there was long gone. Like some precious thought, transient or ephemeral, or half-materialized, Is always greater than the tangible; it captures the moment and Dies, frozen into the ember of time. So I framed Horowitz’s picture within the clock. He plays Time, the music that is all To all who hear and who reap The teardrops of madness, Solitude against existence. -- 存在主义 Stella! 洛可可 2001:太空漫游 意志与表象的世界 夜巡 华尔滋黛比 神圣的疯狂 61号公路 斯万家 1844经济学哲学手稿 断 了气 波尔多 拟像 四个四重奏 陈黎 假文艺青年俱乐部 听听那冷雨 黑胶复兴 捷克变形虫 卡夫卡 一个美国人在巴黎 第七封印 仿声鸟 人文主义者的十四行诗 未完成 1812 失眠上帝独白 无伴奏e=mc2 银翼杀手 後现代 至高的爱 德国表现 畅爽 吸血鬼荷索 马勒巨人 --

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