Monday, October 04, 2010

die Wende

00:00 CET, October 3, 1990

What was the frame of my mind then in Beijing?

Where is the soul of the class of 1994 students whom I left behind in a hurry a year later?

It has been raining since last night.

I am beginning to watch "Satantango."

Monday, September 27, 2010

my first tentative attempt at beginning again

It is buried or embedded in the fabulous sounds, images and texts of "out of nothing" (#4) originated in LA. The only thing i am sure of now is that it will go through more corrections, revisions, iterations and expansions.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Li Xiaoxia led Shandong to victory in the Chinese Table Tennis Super League Championship

Li Xiaoxia almost single-handedly beat both Liaoning and Datong in the semi and final respectively. She seems unbeatable at the moment. But can she maitain her form in the coming Asia Games or Olympic Games in 2012? We have to see.

But I have to sing Datong's praises for its miraculous run to the final. A young team of youth: Li Xiaodan, Wu Yang, Feng Tianwei, and Liu Juan. And I have to sing praises of Li Xiaodan, of Wu Yang for their hard fights and enormous progress throughout this season. I hope the coaches of the national team will give them more opportunities for important international competitions. New stars are being born. Pain and violence are inevitable and necessary before the first explosions of the chorus of joy.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

My answer to questions about death

A couple of days ago, I received an email from a ping pong friend with questions regarding the immenant death of my friend's friend

"quest. #1. would you live another day until the last day of the month? or a week as per the doctor said? If so, why?

quest. #2. what would you love to do if you know that your death is coming close to that day? If so, why?"
 
My answer:

"The only thing certain about life is that we are all going to die. The only differencews are how and when. There's no afterlife but legacies and memories. Mao Zedong died today 34 years ago and China has since changed beyond his belief. On the scale of the universe, a man's death is nothing significant, even the death of sun will be uneventful. But individually life is always a battle with death, with all its pains and joys. And metaphorically, we die periodically or even dayly. To live another day is to fight for another day. Yes I would live another day if I have a choice and the means and the ability to do what I want to do.

I would like to pay my debts and indebtedness to people who have supported me and settle accounts with my enemies. Yes, I won't forgive my enemies. And I can't forget my friends.

I wish him peace of mind at the moment of the inevitable.

Writing is a great way to think and feel about and live life.

And 'Writing is an aid to memory.'"
 
 
I am listening to Alban Berg's "Violin Concerto."
 
But death cann't stop the birth of new life, however different it may be.
I want to send my autumn greetings to my nephew Gabriel, who turned eight today in Houston.
To Leo Tolstoy (b. 1828).
To Feng Kang (b. 1920).
 

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Zhang Jike came of age in Suzhou



Winning his first ProTour Men's Singles title with style this morning, this man showed he has the right combination of efficient techniques, mental quickness and strength. I root for him to win in London in 2012.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Bastille Day forecast from Weather Underground

Today


Showers likely with a slight chance of thunderstorms. Some thunderstorms may produce heavy rainfall. Highs around 80. Southeast winds 5 to 10 mph...becoming east with gusts up to 20 mph this afternoon. Chance of rain 70 percent.

Tonight

Mostly cloudy with a slight chance of thunderstorms. A chance of showers...mainly in the evening. Lows in the lower 70s. North winds 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 50 percent.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Leslie Scalapino (1944-2010)

I heard this influential American experimental poet read three times, at City Lights, ACA Galleries, and Belladonna respectively. I can't say I agree with her on poetics, but I was much impressed by her genre/ formal and syntactic liberty in composition,  her amazing productivity, her autonomy, her O Books publishing machine, and her enormous influence on some camps of younger American poets. Is this the sign of the beginning of the end of an era? I wish her mind still alive and moving in another world.