Monday, 15 October 2007

「色,戒」的寂寞

「色,戒」中的男女主角都很寂寞。易先生選擇做漢奸,早就沒有國籍,被同胞唾棄。日本人既不可信,他只有在不斷的猜忌中立足才能存活,易太太也只有終日玩牌局。王佳芝一開始是個不起眼的被動角色,暗裡喜歡鄺裕民卻不能親近,拋棄靈肉跟易先生的煎熬無人理解,秘密不能說,她的心裡也是自己一個的。

劇中易先生跟王佳芝在日本館子裡見面。步入走廊,王佳芝用間諜似的眼光觀察到醉酒的日本人,聽到日本藝妓的歌聲,喧喧鬧鬧,卻沒一個中國人。敞開房門只見易先生冷清清的獨自坐著吃飯,他們那一剎的孤立就相連起來。王佳芝一曲《天涯歌女》,天涯海角以音相知,就穿了針引了線。易先生心裡雖不全是愛意,但心房敞開了,因找到了知音,一個背夫的女人。女人背夫就如男人叛國。王佳芝呢?她不見得愛易先生,只是在間諜的寂寞中她扣住了易先生的心,也終算踏出了達到目的的第一步──而一個無人可憐被糟蹋了的女人,也只能藉此拾回自己的身段,不能白白浪費了貞操。
案上一書:《睇色,戒》(作者:李歐梵,牛津大學出版社 2008)

Monday, 1 October 2007

良心生意


最近一位伴我成長的好朋友推出了她的個人品牌.我不單為她踏進了人生的另一階段而感動,更欣賞她對理想的追求與實踐.個人品牌不只是一個生意的專利品,更是創作者要向外界表現所思所想的媒介(渠道二字感覺有點髒).我想不少人自小就有各種夢想、癡想、妄想,有多少是有實踐過來的?更有多少是可以化作一件有實在意義的東西傳到別人手裡?別說是有形的一件衣服,一本書,即使是一個夢想實現的故事,不是也很棒嗎?

創業容易,守業難,堅持原則和良心更難.我看過這位朋友的一批原稿,作畫、顏色與意境可愛而豐富.可是由於成本所限,大部份都沒有印在現行出售的衣飾製品上,委實有點可惜.從生意角度看,是有點成本效益的浪費,但站在創作者與生意良心的立場,她拒絕用廉價手法把畫作印在衣服上,不然衣服經洗滌數次後就壞了.我想大家都記得那沒有陌生人的香港便服牌子,於早年因質料之差,被視為某國籍傭工品牌吧.在其為人熟悉後,該品牌不斷改進質料,設計及形象,以致現在我亦算是其上班服的擁躉!我旨不在讚揚其營銷之道,(我多年前亦曾經無奈地把只穿過一次的該品牌衣服當作抹地布!)而是說把好的展示出來終究是生存之理.

我常常想,長大了要作一個有用的人,再高層次的就要作一個會創造的人─從無變有,從守舊到革新,創造出一個不同,是很了不起的事.

跟友人談起一些只空想空說的人,沒意思;想過後做不成而放棄的,也沒意思.在我的意識裡是沒有永遠失敗的,只是自己放棄.今次失敗,有下次,再下次.失敗沒有借口.

我只是替終日「篤」著NDS的(年青)人擔心.

請瀏覽我這位朋友的作品!



Monday, 17 September 2007

"Cast down your bucket where you are"

It is a line from a frayed old book from my secondary school library, which I buried in a box for years- a wonder that it sparkles in my mind after all these years.

It is from a story told by Booker T. Washington (a Negro who was an ex-slave and lifted himself up to an educator and statesman in America) in a speech given to all the white people from the higher society from North and South America and the men of his own race, for the first time, after freedom:

A ship lost at sea for many days suddenly sighted a friendly vessel. The unfortunate ship hoisted on top of its mast a signal saying "water, water; we die of thirst". The vessel returned "cast down your bucket where you are". The distressed ship gave the signal a second time, "water, water; send us water!" and was answered "cast down your bucket where you are". A third and forth signal ran up and were answered "cast down your bucket where you are". The captain of the distressed ship finally heeded the injunction and casted down their bucket, and it came up full of fresh, sparkling water from the mouth of the Amazon River.

The line was originally meant to tell people to cast down their bucket where they are in making friends with all races in their neighborhood, as both races can be as separate as fingers but one as a hand to bring mutual progress (the Negroes were one-third of the population). It was also meant to tell people to cast their bucket down all kinds of industrial labour as well as other professions. Many black men struggled for an education only to get rid of labour, since they were freed from slavery. But they overlooked the dignity of labour, as essentially the masses still lived on productions of hands.

Mr. Washington started a school without any money and resources and he was glad it started off this way. He asked all his teachers and students to build the school buildings together by themselves, meaning doing all the brick making and furnacing, wood and metal work, etc. Not only at a later stage the bricks were of the desired quality that could be sold in the market with a commercial value, but it taught the students to love the school as their own property, not by law and regulations: Not only a few times, a student tried to mar the school wall with a lead pencil or a knife; an older boy came up to stop him and said, 'Don't do that! That is our building. I helped put it up!'

Labour does not only bring economical values. But by lading a man with hardship and responsibility, he grows to endure all discomforts and treasure the fruit he has made for himself, and he is not 'stuck up' with comforts.

At our time, the line makes the sense to me to cast our own bucket down, not only our own talents, but the ordinary and even nonsense around us, to make the best sense and use out of them. Perhaps we will find an oasis.

Labour of the mind and body is valuable exercise these days, as life is so much easier that people do not take the troubles.

Friday, 11 May 2007

"Borrowed time, borrowed place"


Pick from today's opinion pages:

"Borrowed time, borrowed place"


Afterthoughts:

Identity, collective memories, the future...what is left for us? The mistaken British glory which never belongs to us, the legecy of labour and perseverance of our parents, the financial crisis, the economic downturn, SARS or the anxiety to see a way out? Where is the miracle of 'the Pearl of the Orient'? It is a big question for people of our age who must take up our own worries and are not settled for life yet.

I wonder: 'what are the collective memories of the Central clock tower and the Queen's Pier?' What does the pulling down of them mean - the tearing down of a public icon of a past colonial era in which we once enjoyed the economic boom and were quite free of political struggles? The murder of a silent witness who knew that the early adulthood of our generation is laid with the burden of freedom, the burden of being responsible for our own life and place tinged with crises and problems? and the fact that we are inexperienced?

It is a little embarassing to speak of our identity. It is like having a birth mother and a step mother. We were raised by the step mother but with whom, we have no kinship. The step mother eventually left and we returned to our birth mother. When we feel tired and lost and want to find some comforts and strength back home, it is however strange to return to a birth mother whom we share no past memories with and who has not taught us creeds and methods, yet who is akin. So there is only a clock tower, a pier, etc to fight for. They seem to be our roots giving us security and nourishment, show the bearings and point us to our core values.

To go ahead and change for the better, we need to know where we are from and avoid pitfalls. Now the clock tower is gone and there is no more 'queen' at the pier, which way should we go?

Look at our counterparts with a colonial past: India was freed since 1947 and is gearing up to be an IT hub, though almost one-fifth of the population still lives below the poverty line; Vietnam, freed since 1945, is full of potential with both labour and natural resources for the global market sufferng from shooting prices, though it was torn by a prolonged war 30 years ago; Cambodia since 1949 still takes pain to get out of her desvastated past under Pol Pot, yet foreign investment is pouring into tourism; Myanmar since 1947, is struggling to get rid of the junta.

We have every reason to be impatient but what can we complain of after 10 years since handover, if we do not stop overselves from going forward?

However, time belongs to no one. It slips away from any one, any place, though it is never too late on the timeline.