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2012年11月28日 星期三

The Life of Pi

It's been quite a while since I saw a film. Yesterday I did. T'was an unusual film, certainly not the kind that you see, got your senses bombarded for some 90-110 minutes and then have a coffee and croissant and forget. It was a film based on a novel called "Life of Pi" by Yann Martel, produced and directed by Ang Lee (Broken Back Hill).

As the film opens, we see in 3-D first one kind of animal or bird or reptile after another in a tropical zoo and finally Charlie Parker, a 450 pound Bengal Tiger which got its name because the registration official made a mistake and filled in the name of the seller of the beast in the docket for the name of the beast itself!  We see young Pi (who himself got his name because one of his father's relatives (a business associate in the novel) who is a swimming champion helped the infant Pi get the water out of his lungs by grabbing him by his feet and dangling him in the air upside down as a result of which his father Santosh Patel (Adil Hussan), a cultured Indian who speaks fluent French, was so impressed that he named him after the "Piscine (Swimming Pool) Molitor" in Paris, which his relative thought the most beautiful swimming pool in the world because its waters was so crystal clear). Young Pi himself was later taught to be an excellent swimmer. Then we were shown a scene in which young Pi, out of childish curiosity, tried, with his brother Pavi Patel (Ayan Khan) to place a chunk of meat in front of Charlie Parker's cage to see him feeding but was stopped in the nick of time when his father stepped in to warn him that beasts are not like human and we should never treat them the same way as we treat people and proceeded to teach young Pi a lesson he would never forget: a goat was tied to the front of cage and in no time, it was attacked and torn to pieces by Charlie Parker and dragged away to devour behind the walls. 

The story is that of the adventures of the teenage Pi with Charlie Parker. When the Indian government announced that they would cease to subsidise his father's zoo, Pi's father decided to sell it, bring all the animals to Canada which he planned to sell and then settle down with his mother Gita Patel (Tabu) and his brother Ravi. They boarded a Japanese cargo vessel Tsimtsum and were on the way to Canada but met a terrible storm in mid-Pacific during which the ship sunk and young Pi lost all his family. At the last moment amidst huge ocean swells, young Pi, the only survivor, got on to a 26 foot lifeboat, on to which jumped first a zebra, then a hyena, then an orang utan and finally Charlie Parker. In the course of the drifting of the life-boat on to the shores of Mexico, where his lifeboat eventually landed, we see how Pi learned to survive, on canned water and filtered seawater, emergency rations, and freshly caught sea life, using the survival guide he found on the life boat which gave him various tips on how to do so, stressing above all, one should persists and never to lose hope and how he co-exists with the beast Charlie Parker, alternatively in fear and affection, how Charlie Parker depended on Pi, how Pi learned to tame it, how keeping Charlie Parker alive became the principal motive for his own will to survive, how when they landed on shore, Charlie Parker stepped ashore, walked from the beach into the forest without turning his head around even once to look back at the completely exhausted Pi, lying on the sand beside the lifeboat which he managed to pull ashore with the last ounce of his strength: something which broke his heart. In the course of his drifting across the Pacific, Pi discovers a floating island without any soil in which trees grow directly out from other trees and where there is a huge colony of meerkats upon which Charlie Parker could feast himself at will. Pi sleeps on a make shift bed on a tree besides a freshwater pond in which dead fishes would mysteriously appear in the morning. One day, Pi finds human teeth in a fruit. He learns that even the trees on that island can be cannibals.In fact this is only one version of the story.

We learned that when he recounted this story in the Mexican hospital to two Japanese insurance investigators ( officers from the Japanese Ministry of Transport in the novel) to find out the cause of the sinking of the vessel, they refused to believe Pi because they thought there could not be an island full of meerkats in the middle of nowhere floating on banana-like plants and not appearing in any map. So Pi gave them another version: a version in which 4 people got on to the life boat, the animal like French cook instead of a hyena, a Buddhist sailor instead of a zebra, and his mother Gita instead of the orangutan in addition to himself. In both versions, the hyena attacked first the zebra, then the oran utan and but there's no Charlie Parker who emerged from under a canvas cover at the back of the boat and disposed of the hyena. Is the Bengal tiger another side of Pi himself? In the second version, after having nothing to eat, the French cook ate the Buddhist sailor and then attacked his mother who was pushed on to the sea where she was devoured by sharks and then apparently felt so bad after seeing the carnage that he allowed Pi to kill him without resistance. All this came out when Pi was sought by a Canadian writer back in Canada who whilst having a holiday in Ponticherry, a former French and then a British colony and now Indian, to relieve himself of the gloom after having written a second novel which he decided was so bad that he did not want it published and there came to know of Pi's existence through a Mamaji (in India the word "ji" is an honorific title attached to the end of a person's name added on to the name of someone whom one has great respect) whom he met at a café . He was told that Pi , who from a very young age, decided to follow all gods: first the god Vishnu of Hinduism, then Allah the God of Islam, then the Catholic God and who then decided to worship all three at the same time, finally managed to find the ultimate God right in the middle of the Pacific.  After recounting the tale of his survival to the Canadian writer, Pi asked him, which version he liked better. The writer mumbled something indistinct but merely asked if he could write Pi's story, a permission which Pi freely gave. At that point, we hear the sound of Pi's wife calling for Pi, who told the Canadian writer that he was now married with two children and a "cat"! ,

The story itself falls into the genre of tales of survival but it does raise interesting questions that bear reflection, questions like "what is civilization? how strong are our civilized values in the face of death in the struggle to stay alive? what is the difference between a human being and a beast? what is good? what is evil? what or who is God and if he exists, how does he treat us? Under what circumstances are we permitted to kill? What is truth? What is illusion? Can we survive without some kind of religious illusions?" . To me, this is a not just a tale of survival. It's a moral allegory. And with what spectacular photography and computer generated effects this allegory film is made ! I love Claudio Miranda's magical camera work and the music by Mychael Danna.

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2012年11月27日 星期二

Shu Ting (舒婷)'s "A Way of Playing" (一種演奏風格)




一種演奏風格
小號是曠野上孤房子的燈
薩克斯是輕盈柔軟的雪花
落下
一層又一層
小號在薄雲中若明若暗
薩克斯的池塘里
蛙聲一馳一張
螢火蟲把草芒微微壓彎
小號是一棵入秋的烏柏
薩克斯被飛旋的風撕碎、環繞
舉臂祈天的樹幹最后舞蹈
地上猩红斑斑
小號猝然拔起
薩克斯以雾趾,以林籟,以魅力的鹿群

拾階而上
拾階而上
小號号一躍而出
薩克斯展開洋面
一波一波
都是金屬般的陽光
小號旌旗在望
薩克斯千軍萬馬
小號奮不顧身
薩克斯
啊薩克斯突然回轉低啞
小號任自己跌下深淵
碎成沛雨和珍珠的回声
薩克斯立在石喉上長嗥
纤着一輪沉沉墮去的夕陽
舒婷  09.05.1990



A Way of Playing
The horn is light of the lone hovel in the field

The sax a light soft snowflake

Falling

One layer upon another  

The horn flickering in the wispy cloud

In the pool of the sax

The sound of frog croaking lighter or tighter

The fire fly bending the tip of the grass

The horn a tallow tree in autumn

The sax torn by swirling wind, surrounded

Its arms up in prayer to the gods, its trunk dancing at last
Bright red spots on the ground

The horn rising suddenly

The sax with the toes of mist, the whisperings of the wood, the charm of a herd of deer

Scaling up a step at a time,

Scaling up a step at a time

The horn leaping up

The sax unfolding the surface of its sea

One wave upon another

Of metallic sunshine

The horn’s flags now gazing upon  

The thundering hoofs of the sax

The horn giving its all

The sax

Oh the sax suddenly turning low

The horn letting itself fall into the deep

Splintering into echoes of ample rain and pearls
The sax howling on its throat of stone, standing,

Circling the sinking sunset
tr. El Zorro


Shu Ting( 舒婷 ) (b 1952) is one of the contemporary poetesses I like. Recently I bought one of her poetry collections called  "一種演奏風格". I sought the title poem. I read it. I like it. So I thought I'd translate it that others too may share in my joy. According to internet sources, she was born  龔佩瑜 in 福建龍海市石碼鎮, was sent to work in the villages in 1969, returned as a common laborer in 1972 , started writing poetry in 1979 and was recruited the following year to work as a professional writer by the Fujian province authorities.  Her works include the following :《雙桅船》、《會唱歌的鳶尾花》、《始祖鳥》,散文集《心煙》等。She's been considered part of the movement known as "fuzzy poetry" (朦朧詩」) along with such other poets as 北島, 顧城、梁小斌 etc.

I like the way she uses imagery: simple, direct, unique, idiosyncratic and often surprising.  




   

2012年11月25日 星期日

Lang Lang again: a Lizst in HK?

Last night was a long awaited night. It I was both delighted and slightly disappointed. I went to a concert at the Cultural Centre, this time not by the HKPO but by one artist alone. It was Lang Lang's piano solo recital.

He appeared on stage in a black suit upon an open neck white shirt, his hair no longer gelled until they stuck out like porcupine quills. There were instant applauses. He sat down, adjusted his stool, relaxed his arms and started. It was Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 5 in G K 283. This was followed by 2 other works also by the same composer, Piano Sonata No. 4 in E Flat K 282 and then Piano Sonata No, 8 in A minor K310., the first two being originally written for the harpischord. The first is a delightful piece with that typical Mozartian lightness of touch and simple fun. The second is another piece which oozes flow of the spirit. The third is full of the joie de vivre from the very start which persists to bubble till the very end. Lang Lang gave them his very unique interpretation with heavily emphasized contrast between the left hand and right hand, making the bass notes sound weightier, with longer than usual pauses to let the effect sink in before his right hand would explode with faster than machine-gun notes which dazzle with their speed, delicacy and grace with occasional notes hit harder to accentuate the rhythm. Lang Lang has very different notions about the punctuation of the pieces, often joining phrases and sentences together into one whole very long paragraph. I feel that I am hearing more Lizst than Mozart, perhaps a Lizstian Mozart or more accurately a Langian Mozart? Why disappoiinted? I did not have a Mozartian Mozart!

The second part of the programme was much better. Lang Lang was playing 4 Ballades of Chopin, a composer whose composing style was much more susceptible to the Langian treatment. According to the programme notes, these 4 ballades were inspired by 4 ballads by the Polish poet Adam Mickiewicz: Konrad Wallenrod, Switez, The Water-Sprite and The Three Budrys. I haven't seen any of them and so haven't got the faintest clue as to what they were about nor the sentiments or emotions or moods they portrayed. But I certainly agree with the programme note's quote from the Groves Dictionary that they are full of "melodic beauty , harmonic richness and powerful climaxes". Under the hands of Lang Lang, I can feel the impact of the powerful resonances of the notes lingering long after they were originally played, lasting sometimes three or four seconds after his hand first hit the keyboard thus producing literally a wall of sonic waves in which the resonances of the earlier left hand (and sometimes right hand) notes blend in with those of the later notes amidst the flurry of fast notes played by the right hand. Fireworks on the piano? If so, it's a strange blend of fire with grace. Whether or not one agrees with the way Lang Lang interpreted the pieces, one can never fail to be stunned. We had four encores, three short waltzes by Chopin and I'm not sure if the last one is by Lizst. Whatever they were, they were magnificent. I left the concert hall a happier man than when I went in.





2012年11月24日 星期六

My Favourite Song from one of my favorite singers: The Rose

I first met her on the cover of a "Hi-fi CD" many many years ago. On the bottom right, there's a singer in short hair in a dark dress, her left hand fingers spread out in front of her bosom, a mike in her right hand, her lips parted, her half closed eyes upon her slightly upturned face. She was singing. To the top left, there's that white flare when the lights are too bright when one takes a snapshot of the nightclub ceiling light. The title of the CD? Amanda McBroom: Live from Rainbows and Stars. Rainbows and Stars is a famous nightclub in at the Rockefeller Plaza New York. The time was Nov. 9, 1994. It was a magic moment. The recording was wonderful: you got to savor that peculiar mix of almost conversational ease, her voice whispering, trembling even rasping along with the moods and feelings portrayed by her songs. I still had the CD and I still listen to it from time to time. Every time I heard it, my old feelings came back. I was deeply moved. It was a moving CD. She wrote and sang from her heart.

This is what Chip Deffaa, author of the Voices of the Jazz Age wrote about McBroom: "On this album, you'll hear McBroom herself offer it. And the song has resonance because it's true; the words are a remembrance of her own father." McBroom is a very unique phenomenon: her father an actor, her mother a poet, she's been acting since age 4 and now she writes the lyrics and sometimes both the lyrics and the music of her very personal songs which she sings. It's rare to find so much talent converging in one tiny body. She wrote numerous songs. But there is a song which I love most. It's a short song about love written in 1977 and sung by her and now by many other singers including Judy Collins, Joan Baez. It's called "The Rose", a song which now features in another later CD of hers called Amanda McBroom: Portraits: The Best of Amanda McBroom. I'll let the lyrics tell their own story. They'll certainly do so better than I. Here they are:


Some say love...it is a river
 That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love...it is a razor
 That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love...it is a hunger
  An endless, aching need
I say love...it is a flower
 And you its only seed.
It's the heart that fears the breaking
 That never learns to dance.
It's the dream that's afraid of waking
 That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken
 Who cannot seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying
 That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
 And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
 For the lucky and the strong.
Just remember, in the winter,
 Far beneath the bitter snows...
Lies the the seed that, with the sun's love,
 In the spring becomes the rose. 


Saturday fun

No matter how many times you hear them, somehow jokes about that most exasperating, puzzling and yet fascinating relation between a woman and a man never feel outdated. Here are some jokes that had been sent to me by a friend which I think may bring a few knowing smiles upon your face this gloomy weekend.



1.   Male and Female arithmetic

Smart man  + dumb woman  = an affair

Dumb man   + smart woman = a marriage

Dumb man   + dumb woman  = a pregnancy

Smart man  + smart woman  = a game




2.  Office Arithmetic



Smart boss + smart employee = profit



Smart boss + dumb employee =
production



Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion



Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime


3.  Shopping Maths



A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he
needs.



A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item
that she doesn't need.


4. How To Stop People Bugging You
About Getting Married



Wobbly female relatives used to poke me gently in the ribs during weddings, cackling, 'You're next!' but stopped after I started doing the
same to them at funerals.


5. Different Worries



A woman worries about the future until
she gets a husband.



A man never worries about the future
until he gets a wife.


6. Success



 A successful man is one who makes more
money than his wife can spend.



A successful woman is one who can find
such a man.



 



7.  Happiness



To be happy with a man, you must
understand him a lot and love him a little.

To be happy with a woman, you must love
her a lot and not try to understand her at all.



8. Propensity To Change



A woman marries a man expecting he
will change, but he doesn't.



A man marries a woman expecting that
she won't change, and she does.


9. Arguments



A woman has the last word in any
argument.



Anything a man says after that is the
beginning of a new argument.


10. Longevity

Married men live longer than single
men do, but often married men are a lot more willing to die.


Take time off to relax, relax and relax. Tomorrow will then be a better day !