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● 展期:2007年6月9日至6月30日 ● 茶會:2007年6月9日﹝週六﹞下午4時至8時

  • 關於邱律爾的《羈泊人間的孤獨遊魂》攝影記實之一 / 趙千
  • 關於邱律爾的《羈泊人間的孤獨遊魂》攝影記實之二 / 張光琪
    • 邱律爾 Leo Chiou
    • Born 1983 at Ping Tung Taiwan
    • Graduated Stony Brook University with Genetics Degree
    • Studied photography from 2004-2006 at International Center of Photography
    • Currently pursuing Cytotechnology profession at Stony Brook University Hospital
    • "Made in USA" Solo Exhibition at Gallery107 Taiwan 2007
    • A partner at 21Photos, a commercial photo studio.

    Made in USA
    A Photo Essay by Leo Chiou

    Have you taken a stroll lately? Walk to your local convenient store and back? Pick up the morning papers? If not, go out, come back. Matter of fact, don't. I guarantee that everyone has enough experience.

    What remains after an accumulation of walks are just fleeting glimpses of people passing by, like ghosts dashing into the dark corners of night. Or, what I prefer, ghosts dashing into the dark corners of our subconscious. Nobody ever takes anything concrete away from time consuming errand runs, headache inducing lines, or romantic strolls. Such are just chores, nothing more, nothing less. Yet the ghosts continue to pile up.


    Pile.

    Pile.

    Pile, pile, pile.

    Ghosts are what drive our thinking, most notably opinions, stereotypes. Tell me what surrounds you. Houses, cars, streets; I can care less. Animate them please. That is your ghost. That is what defines you. You provide the meaning to what you perceive as meaningless.

    That person who brushed by. Rude. Sleeping bum (or was that a bag of garbage?) on the stairwell. Smelly. Kids chasing. LOUD. Teenagers at the opposite corner hanging out (or grilling you?). Gangsters.

    Let's get specific…

    Black guy in front. Criminal. Mexican dude waiting. Illegal. Russian smoking. Commi. French. Weak. Canadian. Stupid. German. Nazi. Japs. Sushi. Indian. Dur-dee-dur.

    Hey, maybe those are your ghosts. They haunt you.

    These haunt me…..


    你最近可曾散步?往返於你家附近的便利商店?買一份早報?如果答案是沒有,那麼去走走吧。事實上,還是免了,我保證每個人早就有這種足夠的經驗了。

    這些行走所累積留下的,不過只是對擦身而過人們的匆匆一瞥,像是鬼魂一樣,倏忽地沒入夜幕低垂的漆黑角落。或者,我寧可說,鬼魂是衝進了我們潛意識的黑暗角落裡。從沒有人自消磨時光的差事:令人頭痛的八卦口舌,或浪漫的散步中,獲取任何實質的具體意義。這些都只是不折不扣的瑣事。然而,鬼魂卻持續堆積著。

    堆積

    堆積

    堆積,堆積,堆積。

    鬼魂驅動著我們的思考,那最顯而易見的看法、成見。告訴我環繞著你的是什麼,房子、車子、街道,看我在不在乎。請讓它們活起來,那是屬於你的鬼魂。它們定義了你,是你為你習以為常的無意義事物提供意義。

    所觸及到的人,粗魯。在樓梯間酣睡的遊民(或者那是一袋垃圾?),臭臭的。孩童互相追逐,大聲地。對面角落閒混的青少年(或盤問著你的?),幫派份子。

    讓我們具體一點……

    面前的黑人,罪犯。等候著的墨西哥人,非法。抽煙的俄國人,嚇人的。法國人,無力。加拿大人,愚蠢。德國人,納粹。日本人,壽司。印度人Dur-dee-dur。

    嘿,這些也許是你的鬼魂,它們浮現於你。

    這些浮現於我………

    ● 英譯中 / 張光琪


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