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What I forget to understand is that every time, say, a hoarder acquires something, it is the hoarder aspiring to a fresh start, away and apart from the unfulfilled and unattended to projects from before, etc. What is bad for her feels good — like intending to upcycle an old notebook, , and what’s good for her feels bad — like a “wasteful” indiscriminate discarding of items. That pretty much sums up vicious cycles, or cycles in general, yes? Because there really isn’t such a thing as feeling good and feeling bad all the time. It’s that secret inter-mix that keeps us going, or stuck, depending on how we frame things.

Moult

What’s left of the bright-eyed clutter from yesteryear’s grateful careful hands?

Did their souls escape while forgotten, undisturbed in plain sight on this relentless turntable land?

Rebirth forever ash-encased in the carnage petty with privilege

What survives but the discarded shells of what may have been

A lost consumed air-con autumnal warm embrace of manicured childish desperation

Out of step or season in a gossiped armoury of dancing dominance

Sharp only as flowery faux pas or oh oh eau de parfum or shhh schadenfreude or slaying slazenger toying titleist in a prancing conformist coughing cornflake gleeful spittle spite

Embossed by fashionable universal anti-depressants against that forbidden pariah margin

In a teetering relevance at a private ghosting party buffoons blanked in a harem

Sliding off like nothing to

Flight of Fancy by Anna Sui

Romantic

I know there are limits even ever

after limits because I am

there must

be I just

don’t know for sure where and

how my love knows

always forever and

yesterday so I pay bills and

taxes over

our

laundered quilt cover with unknown

count of one-two-

thread

flagging emails questions slumber swipe blathering peals of

thunder rolling tears

tempestuous fears

Laughter, after all.

Damp sheets and wet

again, pattering feet

down and up and down and

up, walk the scratched planks of wood against

imagined monsters, incorporated away

a pallor about every menacing corner

exhausted above, bottom

lines chart course through

an otherness wild

dense with paucity.

Ignore at perilous bliss, in-voices

voices, whisper forgetting

about forgetting after and

only after learning after

forgetting again to learn

a double helix tending

in finity and to beyond

less the unknown but here

you are so

I am now.

无凭无据的求稳

“没文化,没涵养”是什么呢。是不是不符合某体系的知识和当权分子行事作风,加上同样的群体说是没文化,而排挤的对象?当多群体混为一谈的时候呢?

互联网上找到:

“有文化的人价值观更加多元。见过不少没文化的聪明人,特别聪明的甚至可以自己摸索出一套完全自洽,在生活中运用裕如的价值体系。但问题在于,没文化的人往往价值观比较单一。ta可能是个复杂的人,但其价值体系完全是建立在自己生活经验的基础上的,很少更多纬度更广阔的信息来源,所以深究起来,这种人往往有个单一的价值观。举个例,比如他们对什么是“好的”,可能有非常明确和简单的判断。他们可能会很难理解自己生活经验范围外的其他价值体系。而真有文化的人,会更加包容。因为一种价值体系只是一个维度而已。” — 知乎用户,知乎,2019-10-15

“…文化是一个群体(可以是国家、也可以是民族、企业、家庭)在一定时期内形成的思想、理念、行为、风俗、习惯、代表人物,及由这个群体整体意识所辐射出来的一切活动,传统意义上所说的,一个人有或者没有文化,是指他所受到的教育程度,后者是狭义的解释,前者是广义的解释。…” — 黑夜o漫步,百度知道,2019-11-13

“文化/wénhuà/

1. 名词 – 人类创造的物质财富和精神财富的总和;特指精神财富,如教育、科学、文艺等。「传统 文化」

2. 名词 – 运用语言文字的能力和一般的知识。「学 文化」

3. 名词 – 特指某一领域或某一范畴体现的思想、观念、道德和行为规范以及风俗习惯等。「企业 文化」

4. 名词 – 考古学指同一历史时期的不依分布地点为转移的遗迹、遗物的综合体。同样的工具、用具,同样的制造技术等,是同一种文化的特征。如半坡文化。” — 谷歌,2020-05-24

“涵养/hányǎng/

1. 名词 – 待人处世方面的修养;特指控制个人情绪的能力。「要不是他有 涵养,刚才非吵起来不可」” — 谷歌,2020-05-24

试想:言论交叉中若是想更蓬勃,有新发现,那可以接受的尺度放宽是什么?如果针锋相对,互相切磋过程的附属品是沉不住气,面红耳赤,口说无凭,那苦劝大众不“肆意谩骂”的集体效果又是什么?

容忍一定的“没文化,没涵养”几时是纵容,几时是必要?芥蒂太多太多,真实和假想的地雷,且分不清,而悬殊太大。

但凡情系着的东西,要求处理得当,时时撇清无凭无据以及个人意见的界限,是要付出代价的。所谓的客观,再客观,若长期如出一辙,本身就是一个毛病。哪一天想念起主观的敢爱敢恨,热泪盈眶,却藏匿在窃窃私语中,不见得谁说春风吹起又生。消除五味杂陈里带来的无理取闹,信口雌黄,过程里面的得失,价值,是可以权衡的。不得不经常张牙舞爪换来如果是无尽的无动于衷,人云亦云,当自食其果。人人有责 — 有些人责任大一些罢了。

求稳求和,可分短期长远。珍惜赤子之心,就要容忍吵架和好。接受磨磨合合,磕磕碰碰才是有沟通,就应该放胆学习不同人有不同吵架和好的方式。

大家的利益,目的和价值分歧太大太零散了吗?我们才几个人,不能练习吵架和好,求同存异,就是长期最不复弹性的要害。难道是已经多年失去了练习吵架和好的机会和回忆,所以只能共荣时共存,而不能雷雨交加时互相扶持?没有了浆糊般的共鸣共识,一盘散沙何能成混凝土?

紊乱地写到这里,想着长期以来的不闻不问,心里的愧疚感倍加。以他人作为镜子,常形容为情感丰富的,对生活有憧憬的,热爱生命的,还是找不出有持续性的动力,来踊跃参与广大社群,还别说公民社会。

记录着这一些,也许就是思绪起伏在入世和出世之间。若即若离,象忽冷忽热的本地天气,同时又欺骗自己全球没在升温一样。

Among a whole gamut of things I continue to try to understand, I’ve got problems understanding myself. Because I can feel strongly for things, so much so that a physical sensation grips me, it is often upsetting when I cannot understand why people cannot contemporaneously understand me. Consolation is that I know it is but a process, and mileage here can count.

牵挂着;保持最佳距离;怕传染病菌;彼此留有余地;细水长流;相处容易同住难;话家常;避免涉足于政治宗教;怕走火;毫无保留的无意吐露;晴天霹雳的有心聆听;非亲非故的熟人;听而不闻的手足;掏心掏肺的呐喊;咬紧牙关的隐忍;海阔天空;心有灵犀;淡如水。

进退有据绕了冷暖人生一遭,最好的结局,由始至终,除了难分难舍,还是难分难舍?

疫起;忆起;一起

龙应台觉悟道:“不要骗自己了。此生为一能给的,只有陪伴。而且,就在当下,因为,人走,茶凉,缘灭,生命从不等候。” 假若如此,而我并无分身术 — 这是否解释了这隐隐轮回的惆怅。

生长在新加坡,有几个非常。全球化的,国际化的,所谓的都市,穿梭于,少成气候的,弹丸之地的,另类乡土。

5百多万人口,680平方公尺。若是亲友常居,初觉是,只要有心,想见到的人,是绝对时常能见到的。想想祖辈客工漂洋过海落地生根,如今数码时代的新加坡族群,本可以是免受牵肠挂肚千里共婵娟之煎熬。

即便如此,志难同,道亦难合。志在四方更是不用说了。人的活法有多少,节奏就有多少。处理生活的大小点滴,有多少心力最终维持着每每节奏不合拍的关系。父母叔婶姐妹兄弟老伴儿女,再有曾经的两小无猜,儿女情长,闺蜜死党,忘年之交,一拍即合。就算心甘情愿,不离不弃,终究能陪伴的,或多或少,是谁?

缘分就是,天时地利人和,徘徊在,有心无力,和,有力无心之间吧。

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