Essential Writings of Tome Loulin
“Photography itself is like a partially immortalized and visualized bit of time, which as a collective concept is itself hardly an accurate conceptualization; and if taken in the light of personal significance, it’s also an concept invented for the societal convenience as a whole in the use of reinforcing a socio-historical consciousness to us.”
With years passing unnoticed, remembering what made us today becomes a necessity. As this unprecedented change that impacts the way we live ripples across almost every corner of the world, to live has become, it occurred, a specific way of realizing and remembering what we cannot live without.
It is with the help of written language that our thoughts and ideas could be more widely disseminated, known, understood, critically examined or misinterpreted in the public so we won’t easily surrender our past to time.
The sparrows that sometimes came to stay before my window were singing. Outside of the window, the trees whose names I was unable to utter were shining under the sun.
By Tome Loulin
阅读中文版 by Tome Loulin I’m made and remade continually. Virginia Woolf Filming is creating ways for us to see something different, familiar, unseen, seen, exotic, and alien in a new sense maybe because for most of us, seeing only one side of something is not enough and film provides us … Continue reading “Radical Authenticity: Looking at Abdellatif Kechiche’s Films”
There is something deeper inside of us that is calling, urging us to escape something else; yet, hardly could we find out where and what it is. Something, it’s always the notion of something that is most hard to be named precisely or defined properly, so is our notion of … Continue reading “On Self-emancipation”
It seemed like a remindful aphorism to me that though years could have passed unnoticed, some memories were still as vivid as ever when being reminisced about thanks to the photographs taken before. Photography itself is like a partially immortalized and visualized bit of time, which as a collective concept … Continue reading “Myself These Years in Retrospect, A Notetaking”
By Tome Loulin
Seeing the sun set is like watching the most difficult and touching part of a movie, yet, having no control, just watching.
by Tome Loulin It is dark in the night that I walk and walk after having my hair cut. “Because of the stressful lifestyles I was living, I am worried about this.” I murmured worryingly, gazing in the mirror reflecting my curved brows in the dim-lit room. “Don’t over worry … Continue reading “In A Misty Late Autumn Night”
“Pleasantly and well-suited I walk,Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,The whole universe indicates that it is good,The past and the present indicate that it is good.”—Walt Whitman, To Think of Time With air-conditioning on though the temperature that night was not high, yet, I … Continue reading “Looking from the Runway”
by Tome Loulin Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And … Continue reading “Another Moon”
阅读中文版 by Tome Loulin Looking back at the essay about education I’d written during my graduate school exam, I still feel much about points I made in that essay. That time I was busy at reading sociological reports and theories. So on the first paragraph, I wrote: There was a … Continue reading “An Essay I Wrote”
More by Tome Loulin
I saw people walking on the street and though it is a small city, I feel being small is also like being on the way to our very origin.
Standing before a souvenir store in the palace museum, though the postcards depicting palaces Chinese imperial members lived in a stately air were still sold hanging on the stock stall, I was no longer interested in buying them, instead, I had watched those cards for a while and then gone.
The last summer in our high school years should be an anxious one but maybe because of being immersed with parting feelings, it seemed rather sentimental. Classmates had been writing encouragements on … Continue reading “A Summer That Seemed like A Rebirth”
So many times we forget what we thought we won’t forget that so strange was seeing our old photos again. Without photos that preserve the moment we had lived, one may be … Continue reading “We Take Photographs in Order to Remember”