孤島日誌

2005年九月,一個不想認真寫、卻想認真生活的部落格
2009年六月,iBook不再是iBook
2011年五月,一切未定


汪洋的世界中,我們每個人都是座孤島

星期五, 9月 04, 2015

眼鏡

戴了好一陣子的新眼鏡,兩端耳朵支架是細長樣子,支架尾各套上一管扁平的塑膠套。套管很滑溜,但因為長所以平時並無大礙,只是偶然拔下時會卡住頭髮,有幾次便是這樣掉了。前次掉了之後很幸運的在隔天找回來,後來便很注意。無奈上週去台東時不知何時沒注意到又掉了一管,這次應該是回不來了。
戴上少了一邊套管的眼鏡,罷了,就暫時如此吧。哪天心血來潮時也許會改用什麼東西包上去替代套管。

星期五, 7月 17, 2015

下一步

如果沒有意外,今年結束前會開始新的賭盤。順利的話,這幾個月內會開始吧。

目前規劃的字量可能會在一週 2000 到 2500 字中間,因為接下來這部作品預計要寫的故事量比起之前多上許多,若字數太少拖久了並不是好事,但字數一多就必須要有良好的規劃。我最擔心的部分是a)寫的時間不夠、b)接續段落忽然沒靈感,這些都有可能發生。那 a 只能聽天命,自己最能掌握的是 b,唯一解是把所有段落都規劃好,一步步寫成。想得很美,開筆下去才知道會不會出事……

星期二, 4月 14, 2015

困鈴

生活逼迫的滴答聲 不見蹄停

在夜裡 想見白日鬱鬱深青

沈了 重了 落空的期待 走了 鈴聲留下


不由身 似非己 困於城市巷弄 不見日昇月陰

嚎號聲森 石林疊影 看盡世間白星盞盞明滅

尋不著適恰的切音


嘈雜人聲不定 隨日月 不見日月

蹄蹄不見止息 不得閒憩

鈴聲聲亮跌盪 風寂若起

一聲靜 一聲不盡 星燃宛在

道 何時了 有無期

僅餘一響困鈴 叮


釘

星期五, 3月 27, 2015

Leviathan

Walking into ever-morphing scenes of this delirious impetus, it is one of the ones that constitutes this colossus.

One gains its awareness from some, some gains from the other, the other from the lost linking of the origin.

It, as one of the ones that constitutes this, enjoys the dejecting spark of awakening, then wades into the current. Again, and again, and again. Washed offshore.

Relentless current deluges one of the ones. The dimming sparkle brimmed-over loses its hope once more. It hears the roaming sound of the cities, frightened.

Cities hustle, cities bustle, into sinews of that creature, the one that one of the ones constitutes. It sees.

That colossal collection of silhouettes lures behind, as humanoid skyline shapes into existence. It’s mawing, mawing at those one of the ones.

What drives this? One asks. And WHY! One screams. Albeit no one bothers to reply. It’s just those eaten ones who care. The uncanny truth of the insane sinews joining its alienating nature shaken away at large.

Mawing.

An unspoken turbulence is precipitating, hovering cities that harbors the momenta of nameless eons. No one knows if eons ever come.

Ligaments and sinews with this cannibalism keep their secrets in the light.

Cities hustle bustle the way it was, the way it has been. It’s downright the making of such being, that colossus ever under the eyes of one of the ones.

That night eons seemed nigh and within reach, a perfect exemplar of the very refined machine one of the ones constitutes. Then it’s lost again, washed away in the tenacious ripples of cities hustling, bustling. The name, Leviathan, resonates.

Leviathan. Leviathan.

Leviathan mawing, Leviathan devouring, thou art the ones that constitute this, thou art the ones that perpetuate this.

Leviathan teeming, Leviathan watering, thou art deliberating the cunningness of manipulation, thou art eroding the strength of thyself to the being of thy own life.

Leviathan will be there with its cannibalism, till the day one of the ones is all resolute to sift through every detail of its lost wits and come to the sense of consensus.

One may see, one may cry, beyond that no ones sight.

So, as one of the ones that constitutes this, it enjoys the dejecting spark of awakening, then wades into the current. Again, and again, and again. Washed offshore.

Cities hustle, cities bustle, the sound reverberates ever and loud no matter what.