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River of Exploding Durians - Trailer 【榴梿忘返】 预告片

《榴槤忘返》主要讲述一群中六生面对即将袭来的稀土厂一阵慌乱,人生产生了变化之余,在反对稀土厂的过程中,这群学生产生革命情感和一些单纯的爱慕情怀。A coastal town is turned upside down by the construction of a radioactive rare earth plant. An idealistic teacher and a group of high school students find themselves battling for the soul of their hometown. Based on real-life events, River of Exploding Durians is a sweeping tale of Malaysian history and its youth, where people are enveloped by politics and sadness while searching for love. #riverofexplodingduriansStarring: Zhu Zhi-Ying 朱芷瑩, Koe Shern 高圣, Daphne Low, Joey 梁祖仪Written, directed and edited by Edmund YeoProduced by Woo Ming Jin and Edmund Yeo Executive producer: Eric YeoDirector of Photography: Kong PahurakProduction designer: Edward Yu Chee BoonMake-up and wardrobe: Kay WongSound: Minimal Yossy PrapapanMusic: Woan Foong Wong

Posted by River of Exploding Durians 榴莲忘返 on Saturday, October 18, 2014

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

We Have Lost Even This Twilight: Remembering my trip to Pablo Neruda's houses in 2007

Last night, a friend posted on Facebook a Chinese translation of Pablo Neruda's CLENCHED SOUL (which was retitled as "We have lost even this twilight", just like the original Spanish title).

我們甚至失去了黃昏
詩/聶魯達 譯/李宗榮

我們甚至失去了黃昏的顏色。
當藍色的夜墜落在世界時,
沒人看見我們手牽著手。

從我的窗戶中我已經看見
在遙遠的山頂上落日的祭典。

有時候一片太陽
在我的雙掌間如硬幣燃燒。

在你熟知的我的哀傷中
我憶及了你,靈魂肅斂。

彼時,你在哪裡呢?
那裡還有些什麼人?
說些什麼?
為什麼當我哀傷且感覺到你遠離時,
全部的愛會突如其然的來臨呢?

暮色中如常發生的,
書本掉落了下來,
我的披肩像受傷的小狗踡躺在腳邊。

總是如此,
朝暮色抹去雕像的方向
你總是藉黃昏隱沒。

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.


Seeing the poem, I cannot help but remember my pilgrimage to his three houses, La Chascona, La Sebastiana and Isla Negra, in Chile back in 2007. Has it been six years already? It felt like another life. I was in Chile for the Santiago Film Festival (SANFIC), it was the first ever film festival I attended either as a producer or a director. I went there for Ming Jin's THE ELEPHANT AND THE SEA, and stayed in Chile two days after the festival ended so that I could visit all of the houses.

This was me at La Chascona, which is situated in the middle of Santiago city itself.

Me at La Chascona, Pablo Neruda's House

Me at La Chascona, Neruda's House (2)

After that, I went to La Sebastiana at Valparaiso.

Standing in front of La Sebastiana

At the top floor of La Sebastiana

On my last day in Chile, I chose to go to Isla Negra, where Neruda and his wife were buried, their graves facing the sea.

Fish Sculpture of Isla Negra 2

In front of Isla Negra

However, it was my trip to Valparaiso that lingers until this very day, the one-day journey seemingly mirroring the Clenched Soul poem. I took a 2-hour bus ride from Santiago to Valparaiso, arrived around the evening. Took a cab to La Sebastiana, and was awed by the beauty of the city. The houses and buildings were built upon the dozens of steep hillsides overlooking the Pacific Ocean. My time in the house was short, perhaps less than an hour. When I left La Sebastiana, it was twilight. The lights of the houses and buildings on the hills lit up brilliantly, I was in awe, and like all solitary trips that I have taken until this very day, I couldn't help but wish that there was a companion with me who were able to see what I was seeing, to share my awe, to share my memories of this beautiful trip.

Until today, words fail me when I try to explain to people what was it like when I went all the way to Valparaiso, I could not explain the sights, the feelings nor the wonder.

Traveling in solitude is always an opportunity to allow my mind to travel as well, either hiking through the forest of my memories or wading through the sea of my imaginations, either diving into the well of creativity, or setting up a mental camera to take these images which my own photography skills could not do justice to.

Neruda's poems constantly illustrated his love for the sea, I wonder whether this was contagious. The trip in Chile was very important to me creatively. After flaming out from the brutal experiences I had while making my student film in Perth, I was unsure of my future as a filmmaker. Had I been taking the right path? There were doubts, I was only 23.

Not only was I able to understand Pablo Neruda, I also managed to discover a writer named Roberto Bolano during that trip. Six years since then, I am still reading THE SAVAGE DETECTIVES (which I'm taking a brief break from to read Ruth Ozeki's A TALE FOR THE TIME BEING), and I still have 2666 waiting for me.

After reading the poem that she posted on Facebook last night, I wonder when would I ever have the chance to go back to Chile. Or whether I would ever have the opportunity to explore Valparaiso properly, before I lose even the twilight.

Hemos Perdido Aun Este Crepusculo

Hemos perdido aún este crepúsculo.
Nadie nos vio esta tarde con las manos unidas
mientras la noche azul caía sobre el mundo.

He visto desde mi ventana
la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos.

A veces como una moneda
se encendía un pedazo de sol entre mis manos.

Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada
de esa tristeza que tú me conoces.

Entonces, dónde estabas?
Entre qué genes?
Diciendo qué palabras?
Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe
cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?

Cayó el libro que siempre se toma en el crepúsculo,
y como un perro herido rodó a mis pies mi capa.

Siempre, siempre te alejas en las tardes
hacia donde el crepúsculo corre borrando estatuas.

(It sounds great when recited in Spanish)

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