Wednesday, May. 15, 2013 11:39 p.m.

連續幾天放工後繼續在家返工至半夜，還有約四篇稿，想必還要持續好一陣子。這種狀況下，加這種黏黏的天氣，原來會不想郁動，亦沒有時間思考。這種身體腦筋同時缺氧的情況下，遇上一首詩像讓乾枯的植物呷一口水。

明天去中央圖書館聽可能不好聽的talk，可以順便找Walt Whitman來看看。

Bruce Chatwin，越讀越要用腦，也許純粹因為自己精神不足。

另外在廁所隨便翻開村上春樹雜文集，讀到談巴哈的一篇，說得很對，下次再談。

"《Resume is Best Kept Short》is this year�s theme of the graduation exhibition of the Department of Fine Arts, the Chinese University of Hong Kong. This idea comes from the poem, Writing A Resume, by Wislawa Szymborska. With this idea, the graduates aim to question modern materialistic society, which probably degrades the values of life and experience of individuals. As the graduates will soon face new challenges, the theme also serves as a means to ridicule the ridiculous reality and re-examine what the society expect from our graduates."

《寫履歷表》辛波絲卡

需要做些什麼？
填好申請書
再附上一份履歷表。
儘管人生漫長
但履歷表最好簡短。
簡潔、精要是必需的。
風景由地址取代，
搖擺的記憶屈服於無可動搖的日期。
所有的愛情只有婚姻可提，
所有的子女只有出生的可填。
認識你的人比你認識的人重要。
旅行要出了國才算。
會員資格，原因免填。
光榮記錄，不問手段。
填填寫寫，彷彿從未和自己交談過，
永遠和自己只有一臂之隔。
悄悄略去你的狗，貓，鳥，
灰塵滿佈的紀念品，朋友，和夢。
價格，無關乎價值，
頭銜，非內涵。
他的鞋子尺碼，非他所往之地，
用以欺世盜名的身份。
此外，再附張露出單耳的照片。
重要的是外在形貌，不是聽力。
反正，還有什麼好聽的？
碎紙機嘈雜的聲音。

WRITING A RESUME
By Wisława Szymborska

What needs to be done?
Fill out the application and enclose the resume.
Regardless of the length of life,
a resume is best kept short.
Concise, well-chosen facts are de rigueur. Landscapes are replaced by
addresses,
shaky memories give way to unshakable dates.
Of all your loves,
mention only the marriage;
of all your children,
only those who were born.
Who knows you matters more than whom you know. Trips only
if taken abroad. Memberships in what but without why.
Honors, but not how they were earned.
Write as if you�d never talked to yourself and always kept
yourself at arm�s length.
Pass over in silence your dogs, cats, birds, dusty keepsakes,
friends, and dreams.
Price, not worth,
and title, not what�s inside.
His shoe size, not where he�s off to,
that one you pass off asyourself.
In addition, a photograph with one ear showing,
What matters is its shape, not what it hears.
What is there to hear, anyway?
The clatter of paper shredders.