When God first used clay to create a man, he would paint eyes, lips, and stunned, and then write his name so that the man would not forget it. If you are satisfied with your work, you will sign your name on this person, and this person will become a real person.
From the moment his father wrote Nuozi's name on Nuozi's face, Nuozi's life diary began to record, and Qing Shao Nayan's pillow notes accompanied it.
"Writing itself is an ordinary thing, but writing is so precious. If there is no writing, life would be boring." "The pen is wooden, but the writing is human." It is the rich and enchanting heart of the writer that makes the hand-recording charm and the soul of the body calligraphy, and it is the paper-people's unhesitating stubbornness to the meaning of calligraphy. So, in every engraving, we have insight into all kinds of wonderful lives, and we are fascinated by it. And the director Peter Greenaway also used his supernatural craftsmanship to make us sink into the erotic but not gaudy art.
Using the body to write a book is an art form born in the extravagant life of the Japanese court. The combination of the human body and calligraphy gave birth to a grotesque and intimidating beauty. Worthy of being a unique Yamato nation, always unexpected. The most creative people are often crazy, paranoid. The Japanese nation is not just this terrible and respectable nation. From the time I started to understand Japan, it was like falling into a quagmire that was unrecoverable. It was bottomless and disgusted because it was too weird and too difficult for ordinary people to accept. But he still stunned that strong curiosity. Ever since, I was amazed at the meticulousness of the Japanese dojo in the snail shell, the in-depth experience of all things, tea ceremony, ikebana, kendo, it seems that all the nature of nature are familiar with the heart, and they talk with heart. The perseverance during the abdomen cut had to admire their strong will. However, when I saw the grotesques of Japan that shocked my soul, and even made me sick, I plunged my world into darkness, and my heart was depressingly breathless. Japan ah Japan, is it possible that I am bound to you forever because of this love-hate relationship?
Nuozi said such a sentence when her husband quarreled, "I'm recording your boringness and absurdity", which is destined for this woman's not easy. This talented girl, a girl with an extremely plump heart but depressed, should have a splendid life to enrich her, and a man with a special kind to nourish her and satisfy her.
When he was young, Nuozi was accustomed to the beauty of the body's calligraphy under the influence of his father. The heart of a writer is bound to be rich. How can there be no daughter if there is a father. And my aunt tells the story of "The Pillow Grass" before Xiao Nuozi goes to bed every day. With her round eyes full of innocence and curiosity, she sees how much leisurely life in the Japanese court. A person wearing a lavender shirt and a white blouse; duck eggs; sugarcane juice in the shaved ice and placed in a new golden bowl; crystal rosary beads; vine flowers; plum blossoms covered with snow; very grown The beautiful child is eating strawberries...So, Nuozi has cultivated the artistic conception and purport of Oriental aesthetics as a recipient since he was a child, full and reserved.
At first, Nuozi was just a piece of white paper waiting to be written, so she waited passively, waiting for the brush symbolizing male sexuality to conquer the skin. The relationship between paper and pen, the relationship between the tiger and the man in lust, can it be that the relationship between men and women can only be so?
At this time, the matching lights. The shadows of the words "love" and "beauty" floated on the wall. After Nuozi wrote "love" and "hate" on the body, "male" and "female" appeared on the wall. Under the interlacing of light, shadow and music, the ink flowed to the outlet of the bathtub, so elegant and agile, isn't it her past that has been washed away. A baptism, a revolution of lust, a representative of the carrier of love, the obedient and rebellious, took the stand of the tame.
Feminist film theorist Laura Mulvey believes that “women cannot immediately create a world model that is conducive to women to oppose the existing male world, but they can fight against the patrilineal language and order, and what it is. Deconstructive forms of manufacturing tools (such as various forms of ideology: politics, law, art, ethics, etc.) to make breakthroughs. Such breakthroughs can at least prompt women to understand their own living conditions and the male social order that women fall into. Understanding."
Nuozi's breakthrough is precisely the disintegration of the humble and limitation of women. In fact, I have always disliked the term feminism, which seems to strongly imply that we were once vulnerable dolls, no matter how we struggle, we can only be pulled by the thread, like an inescapable fate. Women’s power is not so much the awakening of self-consciousness. We have the ability to live more dignified, freely, and pursue our own pursuits. Why bother to stand up like a slave, blatantly blatantly, have to blush and break the net. Isn't it such a passionate resistance from inferiority? It's not good to be calm.
Therefore, in my opinion, Nuozi’s psychological struggle is not as grief and resentment towards patriarchy as she thinks, but rather peacefully realizing that she can too. It can be paper or pen, nothing more.
Hong Kong, in my impression, is a place of busy traffic, exhausted and empty wealth and helpless poverty. All kinds of mixed interleaving, let the rules lose track, it seems that everything is possible, all taboos are being staged. As a result, Nuozi's character expansion exploded with a breakthrough. It also made her heart more abundant.
In order to miss her father's taste, she lingers in the male sex, looking for the ideal calligraphy lover, leaving all kinds of marks on her white and slender skin.
After breaking through the limitations of paper and pen, the story has reached a climax, all kinds of wonders. She enjoys the two bliss of life, the joy of writing and the joy of body.
Where is it not a book? On the white wall there are large Chinese characters with Zen meaning, misty mirrors, every inch of the body, the back of the ears, on the eyelids, under the intestines, on the tongue, on the inside of the thighs, under the scalp, all hidden places . The fineness of the winding path leading to the secluded place is beyond words. What amazed me the most was that Nuozi asked a calligrapher to sign on the sole of her feet. The small and sleek feet, the corners that touched the most sensitive and erotic corners of people, wrote their names on the smooth skin and was amazed by it.
Qing Shaonayan's brushstrokes made people throbbing. "The nipple is like a bone button, the back of the foot is like a book half open, the belly button is like the inside of a shell, the belly is like the back of a plate, and the penis is like a sea cucumber or pickled cucumber. It is by no means a writing tool."
Nuozi's idea of using the human body to write a book is even more unexpected. When passionate words, pure ink and naked human body are combined, a kind of peerless and thrilling beauty is born. It is this stunning beauty that makes pure people peaceful and fearful of sinful people. As a result, the will of the bookseller was destroyed little by little. Finally, Nuozi completed his revenge with the final thirteenth volume-the scroll of death.
In the beginning, the scene of love and love was more in the form of self-sacrifice, and her fascination with body calligraphy was like a primitive totem worship, which filled her with the void of desire. The love between Nuozi and Xielang is so pleasant, not only for the senses, but also pure beauty. This kind of beauty is only available to lovers who really fall in love. Even if the technology is climax, without the care of love, it can only be a beast-like venting. The scenes of Nuozi and Xielang making love are stacked with the mating pictures in Ukiyo-e, and the various postures fit...Oh my God, the desire of human nature is really strong in ancient times, maybe modern people are not as good as ancient people. Woolen cloth.
Perhaps the most eye-catching thing is every volume that Nuozi carefully designed. The flesh, innocence, the scroll of the fool; the scroll of incompetence, is said to be a satirical magnanimity of American debauchery. The Lover's Scroll was carved on the corpse of Nuozi's favorite man, sighing, using a corpse to exaggerate the tragic and sturdy heart of love. The scroll of sentiment, "I come out after a thousand calls, still holding the pipa half-hidden", the rain blurs the handwriting, and the ambiguous smell permeates. The scroll of youth; the scroll of secrets, the winding path leading to the secluded place, makes people sigh, if you are not paying attention, you may miss this naughty secret; the scroll of silence, the silence between the tongue, how strong the irony is; the scroll of betrayal, betrayal, The end of death to show; the scroll of new life, the scroll of the beginning of error; the scroll of the executed, the attacking power of calligraphy and painting, starting from the first volume, it brought the evil publisher to collapse, making him hysterical. Finally, he was heavy The sin is defeated by itself.
Peter Greenaway, there is a madman who pursues the ultimate in perfection. His exquisitely sculpted expressions of the oriental taste of Japanese court life and a large number of pictures showing the combination of human body and calligraphy made me suffocate unconsciously, and enjoyed a feast of thought and aesthetics under the shock of magical magic.
His unique picture-in-picture entangled Qing Shaonayan’s court life, life interest, various paintings and calligraphy works, and Nuozi’s life, which made the expressive power of planes infinitely expanded, and the jump of time and space overturned traditional movies. The single linearity means infinity.
Thank you very much, it is another feast of vision and thought.
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