Under the Tuscan Sun的笔记(2)

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  飛光飛光 (somebody that i used to know)

  Tropical houses with bamboo ceilings and shuttered walls that open to catch every breeze, and the adobe houses of the Southwest, with their banquettes and fireplaces that are rounded like the curves of the human body, impart the same connected sense: _I could live here_. The architecture seems natural, as if these houses grew out of the land and were easily shaped by the human hand. In Italian, a ... (更多)

  Tropical houses with bamboo ceilings and shuttered walls that open to catch every breeze, and the adobe houses of the Southwest, with their banquettes and fireplaces that are rounded like the curves of the human body, impart the same connected sense: _I could live here_. The architecture seems natural, as if these houses grew out of the land and were easily shaped by the human hand. In Italian, a coat of paint or wax is a _mamo_, a hand of that substance. Before the plastering started, I noticed Fabio's initials scratched in a patch of wet cement. The Poles, I remembered, wrote POLONIA at the base of the stone wall. I wonder if archaeologists find many reminders of anonymous hands behind enduring work. On the wall of the prehistoric Pech Merle cave in France, I was stunned to see handprints, like one's children make in kindergarten, above the spotted horses. The actual "signature" of the preliterate artist outlined in blood, soot, ashes! When the great tombs of Egypt were opened, the footprints of the last person out before the entrances were sealed remained in the sand: the last work finished, a day's work over.

  下划线表示之间的词句是斜体。仿佛自然成型的建筑。留下的被掩盖的名字。 (收起)

  2012-04-08 23:59:53   回应

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  飛光飛光 (somebody that i used to know)

  The lofty, unadorned church amplifies their voices and the late lambent sun turns the travertine translucent. The music is piercing to my ear, as some birds' songs that almost can hurt. Their voices seem to roll and break, then part and converge on downward humming tones. The chanting disengages my mind, releases it from logic. The mind goes swimming and swims through large silence. The chant is b... (更多)

  The lofty, unadorned church amplifies their voices and the late lambent sun turns the travertine translucent. The music is piercing to my ear, as some birds' songs that almost can hurt. Their voices seem to roll and break, then part and converge on downward humming tones. The chanting disengages my mind, releases it from logic. The mind goes swimming and swims through large silence. The chant is buoyant, basic, a river to ride. I think of Gary Snyder's lines: stay together learn the flowers go light

  Pure beauty. (收起)

  2012-01-03 15:37:22   回应

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