昨天的事：講岩波書店和三民書店，各準備二三十本出版品說明，不致於說空話。由於簡報玩了之後，要去明目書社實地拍照，所以沒備書；而今天在書堆中找到一本，感覺昨天疏忽、可惜。
昨天將兩位旅美的學長加入臉書朋友，真是不亦樂乎。
決定18日談"雕塑藝術欣賞經驗"，一時找不到2013來台展覽的Tony Cragg目錄書......
70年代初的台灣出版之一例：John Edward McKenzie Lucie-Smith 1933-
Late Modern: The Visual Arts Since 1945 (1975)
W W Norton & Co Inc; 2nd edition (March 1976)
李長俊譯 《二次大戰後的視覺藝術》 (Edward Lucie-Smith 原著)，台北：大陸書店出版，1974。
BBC 世界台 ART 30分鐘 報導她"一生"的時尚新衣.....
感謝邱振瑞先生來 【漢清講堂】共同討論
1.紀念賴顯邦先生(1) (明目書社、廣陽譯學)
1.紀念賴顯邦先生(1) (明目書社、廣陽譯學)
2. 岩波茂雄與岩波書店
3. 劉振強與三民書局
Yifer
to me
Dear HC,
《上海書評》介紹胡適翻譯的〈最後一課〉：
(http://m.thepaper.cn/newsDetail_forward_1614543)
1988年，台北皇冠文化翻譯The Spike (novel 1980)：獨家陰謀，
絕對值得重版/重讀......
絕對值得重版/重讀......
"特朗普說奧巴馬下令竊聽川普大廈電話，........"
The Borowitz Report: The President, still wearing his bathrobe after what was reportedly a sleepless night, personally supervised the tin-foil installation.
2016年， Jean-Marie Gogue幫忙完成兩"漢清講堂"之錄影。
今晨聽John Berger 讀 'Chance' by Simone Weil
今晨聽John Berger 讀 'Chance' by Simone Weil
日本戰後復刊、創刊的刊物(部分)：岩波的"思想"在最左下角！
緬懷胡適之先生主篇的【獨立評論】.....
緬懷胡適之先生主篇的【獨立評論】.....
我同情他們。雖然我是位寧願犧牲自己利益也不願將"台灣"改成"中國台灣"的賣稿/賣書人。
"我早上讀此也莞爾：「國際學生組」章。趁此機會，大家應討論台灣的單位或廠商的難處，譬如說，三民書局銷中國的每本書，也蓋類似的「承諾書」。"
為封閉牆內的中國學子悲。
兩會又有人明白說，"內地"有人不時要到香港去上網，"與世界同步"。
在80~90年代，名史家周一良先生出國，第一件事情就是看"國內"無法得知的外頭之相關研究、進展。
數十年過去之後，中國還是關起門來自我陶醉；alibaba 是閉關密碼。
Hanching Chung http://hcasia.blogspot.tw/2017/03/hcdw.html
Richard M. McCarthy
(上周2016.7 ，季季說：USIS 當年買《現代文學》600本。)
台灣稱呼洋人，喜歡只用性或者名，很不好的習慣。
因為 講McCarthy，可能會誤以為是"恐共"的美國國會議員Joseph McCarthy。
當時美國新聞處借居孫立人將軍住過的......處長叫McCarthy, Richard M.
網路上有他13頁的回憶訪談，我認為很值得整理出來供國人參考：
McCarthy, Richard M. - Association for Diplomatic Studies and Training
www.adst.org/OH%20TOCs/McCarthy,%20Richard%20M.toc.pdf
好字典，難得。
今天："兩書在 Part VII THE UNMADE ROAD (The Sense of Sight by John Berger)都翻譯錯誤
【講故事的人】：未修築的路
【觀看的視界】：未竟之路
今天："兩書在 Part VII THE UNMADE ROAD (The Sense of Sight by John Berger)都翻譯錯誤
【講故事的人】：未修築的路
【觀看的視界】：未竟之路
British (of a road) without a hard, smooth surface.
‘they reached a stretch of unmade road’
https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/unmade
‘they reached a stretch of unmade road’
https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/unmade
路不硬、不平，或許可稱為"坎坷之路"。"
這unmade road一詞，在Oxford Concise Dictionary或稍舊版的【英漢大詞典】(上海譯文)都找不到。
這unmade road一詞，在Oxford Concise Dictionary或稍舊版的【英漢大詞典】(上海譯文)都找不到。
上週" 看了 有感And our faces, my heart, brief as photos"-John Berger (1926-2017)
"And our faces, my heart, brief as photos"-John Berger (1926-2017)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZOH6WQrpaU
Published on Jan 9, 2017
I can’t remember how many times have I listened to this music, must be many from childhood till now, especially in my secondary school years. Yet, never have I been touched so deeply in this evening, when I helplessly think of the passing of John Berger. Over the last week I read so many articles by various people on Berger, on his life, his works, his political views, their encounters with him. Although many facts and praises are repeated, the thoughts on him must be unique to each individual. I look back at my old diaries, I find I have learned so much from him. I cited many words of his that inspire me, and I feel deeply grateful for his original thoughts. I haven’t read all his books, not even most, I still haven’t tried hard enough!
As for the music, it stirs up my emotion but I hope to appear strong, yet I couldn’t resist closing my eyes when listening… when the music ends, I no longer want to open my watery eyes, I suddenly feel that I cannot grasp anything about life, those who make me laugh and cry; the hope, anticipation, sometimes disappointment in day-to-day encounters; the vitality and death; the strength and fragility; the weight and lightness of being…
May I cite a passage written by Berger that I always love :
“We are both storytellers. Lying on our backs, we look up at the night sky. This is where stories began, under the aegis of that multitude of stars which at night filch certitudes and sometimes return them as faith. Those who first invented and then named the constellations were storytellers. Tracing an imaginary line between a cluster of stars gave them an image and an identity. The stars threaded on that line were like events threaded on a narrative. Imagining the constellations did not of course change the stars, nor did it change the black emptiness that surrounds them. What it changed was the way people read the night sky. The problem of time is like the darkness of the sky. Every event is inscribed in its own time. Events may cluster and their times overlap, but the time in common between events does not extend as law beyond the clustering.”
In life and others, there is always an end of it no matter how one hopes not, in reality and indeed, "and our faces, my heart, brief as photos", a beautiful book by John Berger (1926-2017)
As for the music, it stirs up my emotion but I hope to appear strong, yet I couldn’t resist closing my eyes when listening… when the music ends, I no longer want to open my watery eyes, I suddenly feel that I cannot grasp anything about life, those who make me laugh and cry; the hope, anticipation, sometimes disappointment in day-to-day encounters; the vitality and death; the strength and fragility; the weight and lightness of being…
May I cite a passage written by Berger that I always love :
“We are both storytellers. Lying on our backs, we look up at the night sky. This is where stories began, under the aegis of that multitude of stars which at night filch certitudes and sometimes return them as faith. Those who first invented and then named the constellations were storytellers. Tracing an imaginary line between a cluster of stars gave them an image and an identity. The stars threaded on that line were like events threaded on a narrative. Imagining the constellations did not of course change the stars, nor did it change the black emptiness that surrounds them. What it changed was the way people read the night sky. The problem of time is like the darkness of the sky. Every event is inscribed in its own time. Events may cluster and their times overlap, but the time in common between events does not extend as law beyond the clustering.”
In life and others, there is always an end of it no matter how one hopes not, in reality and indeed, "and our faces, my heart, brief as photos", a beautiful book by John Berger (1926-2017)
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photo was taken on a rainy day in Blue Lagoon, Reykjavík
music by Haydn, his op 76 no 3, 2nd movement; performed by Aeolian Quartet
2016年， Jean-Marie Gogue幫忙完成兩"漢清講堂"之錄影。
今晨聽John Berger 讀 'Chance' by Simone Weil
今晨聽John Berger 讀 'Chance' by Simone Weil
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