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谭咏麟有一首歌曲叫做《你知我知》，其中唱道：若是问我，可否将所想的封锁？就像问我，丝巾可否包一堆火。

在没有文字的时代，在没有文字的部族，都曾经有长歌流传。例如《格萨尔王传》，有2000多万字，《罗摩衍那》有24000颂。最早的《吉尔伽美什》，也有3000多行。民间艺人用惊人的记忆力和遗忘做斗争，在时光中终获胜利。

当文字有所不及，口传作为叙述传统就依然拥有生命力。意大利作家艾柯的小说《玫瑰之名》中，亚里士多德的《诗学》作为遭到基督教禁制的知识被封存在 大图书馆的密室里。教士佐治解释了这么做的原因，他担忧其中的看法会误导其他人，使人背弃基督教。作为牧者，他觉得使用如此偏执的手段保护这一禁制的存在 是天经地义的。佐治做得很成功，但是，他并不能禁绝关于教皇的谣言和笑话在各地传播。当笑声在四处响起，《诗学》其实就已经从大图书馆中走进人间，并且流 传下去。

世尊解释过如何让一滴水永不干涸的办法，那就是把它放入大海。文本和页面会消亡，但是口传故事却不会。它会从一处传到另外一处，为各种人增补丰富， 持续地汲取活力，并传递向下一站。寄希望于文本和遗忘对撼，就像幻想水晶瓶里的一滴水永不干涸一样。当这滴水离开了大海，无论它存在多久，对于大海都毫无 意义。

海子说过：从现在开始，做一个说书人。面朝大海，春暖花开。

5月35号，我正式搬入新家，开始新生活。

我的搬家感言只有一句话：书到搬时方恨多。

搬书过程中，我一直在听Leonard Cohen今年在伦敦的演唱会实况录音。对于这个人，我也只有一句评语：他不是人，是妖精。

我想听现场（而且有可能听到现场）的音乐家大都如愿以偿了，只有Cohen一个例外。

贴一首他在伦敦演唱的Democracy：

It’s coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It’s coming from the feel
that this ain’t exactly real,
or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don’t pretend to understand at all.
It’s coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin’
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It’s coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It’s here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.
It’s here the family’s broken
and it’s here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we’ll be making love again.
We’ll be going down so deep
the river’s going to weep,
and the mountain’s going to shout Amen!
It’s coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on …

I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can’t stand the scene.
And I’m neither left or right
I’m just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I’m junk but I’m still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.