关于“物理病了”
PART 1
有这样一种东西,很难用语言把它描述得很清楚,而这种"难以描述"也正是它的一种形象。在我们小学数学知识里,有一类数是无限的,比如圆周率Л,比如2的开方.对我,它们都是一些永远不可能完全把握的数字,这是一个迷人的象征。当然,我们也可以猜测它们也会有穷尽,而这猜测又引来更疯狂的挖掘,西绪弗斯式的徒劳和反复。
即使假设可以量化一切,假设我们可以用数字符号去归类事物,等待我们的依然是海森堡的噩梦和不可知论的老调。绝对真空是不可能的,绝对无菌是不可能的,绝对安全是不可能的,完全渗透和绝对隔离同样是不可能的,绝对均匀是不可能的,绝对零压是不可能的,绝对零摩擦是不可能的,绝对静止是不可能的,永动机是不可能的……同样,完全真实的历史是不可能的,完全记录个人的一生是不可能的,完全典藏时代的脚步是不可能的,完全掌握迄今为止的知识是不可能的,人口普查精确到此刻是不可能的,绝对清醒和彻底虚无都是不可能的。你无法确认任何的事情正被你理解,荒诞由此而生,而"我不知"不是一种态度。
完全典藏时代的脚步是不可能的,完全掌握迄今为止的知识是不可能的,人口普查精确到此刻是不可能的,绝对清醒和彻底虚无都是不可能的。你无法确认任何的事情正被你理解,荒诞由此而生,而"我不知"不是一种态度。
有人会说"我尽力了",而尽力是什么,尽力可能只是3.1415926,而Л比这更多一点点,这一点点意味着一种引导世界的魔力,让人们不停的向前,对那尽头如饥似渴。
在任何一个领域里都有这个幽灵的踪影,就说最直接构成思维的母语,用句子思考和说话,阅读文字,而文字的局限、误差,词句文法在每个人脑中以不同的频率碰撞混杂出无数不一样的音响乐章。这还没算上翻译的再次混音。艺术是一个外延和内涵更复杂的领域,视觉、现场、声音、光线、质感,文字(还得是双语)、甚至人群,你伸出无数只无形的触须,它们也伸向你。这可以比喻为一个巨大的树形图谱,无数个岔路,永不重复的涌流。也许,我们的各种创造活动其实是在逼近它——一个难以也不敢妄自为它命名的"物"。
There is one kind of thing, it's hard to describe it in any language, but just this "non-description" is right the image of it. As in our primary school's mathematics education, one sort of numbers is infinite, for example, number π, or the ones divisible by 2. To me, they are kind of numerals which can never be hold probably and completely, and this is also the symbol of fascination. Of course, we can imagine they have an end as well, but this imagination again leads to become more a crazy excavation, lost labour and repetition just like Sisyphus.
Even supposing everything can be quantified, supposing everything can be classified by numbers and symbols, what waits in front of us, is still the nightmare of Heisenberg's , and the unknown stereotypes. Absolute vacuum is impossible, absolute asepsis is impossible, absolute safety is impossible, complete infiltration and absolute insulation are not possible at all, absolute equality is impossible, absolute zero voltage, absolute zero friction forces are impossible, as well as absolute stillness and everlasting machinery …… equally, a complete true history does not exist, to record a whole life of a person is just a day dream.
Somebody said "I tried my best", but what is "trying your best"? It might be trying 3.1415926, and π is a little bit more than that, but this bit is right the magic which leads the world, pushing people keep on walking forward, and hunger for the end.
This phantom is alive in any single field, even our mother language which is directly composing our thoughts, use sentences to think and talk, read words, but the limits and mistakes of words, as well as grammar, those things are formed differently in different people's mind, and thus making different movements, yet the translation is not miscellaneous.
The extension and the intention of art fields are more complicated; vision, scene, sound, light, texture, words (2 languages even better), even the crowd, you send out millions of tentacles, though they might be invisible, and they touch you as well. This can be compared to a huge tree-like scheme, the millions parts of the roads, non-repeating waves. Maybe, the creative movements we make
is just try to get close to it ——a "thing" we cannot name it, yet also don't dare to name it.
文/汤艺
即使假设可以量化一切,假设我们可以用数字符号去归类事物,等待我们的依然是海森堡的噩梦和不可知论的老调。绝对真空是不可能的,绝对无菌是不可能的,绝对安全是不可能的,完全渗透和绝对隔离同样是不可能的,绝对均匀是不可能的,绝对零压是不可能的,绝对零摩擦是不可能的,绝对静止是不可能的,永动机是不可能的……同样,完全真实的历史是不可能的,完全记录个人的一生是不可能的,完全典藏时代的脚步是不可能的,完全掌握迄今为止的知识是不可能的,人口普查精确到此刻是不可能的,绝对清醒和彻底虚无都是不可能的。你无法确认任何的事情正被你理解,荒诞由此而生,而"我不知"不是一种态度。
完全典藏时代的脚步是不可能的,完全掌握迄今为止的知识是不可能的,人口普查精确到此刻是不可能的,绝对清醒和彻底虚无都是不可能的。你无法确认任何的事情正被你理解,荒诞由此而生,而"我不知"不是一种态度。
有人会说"我尽力了",而尽力是什么,尽力可能只是3.1415926,而Л比这更多一点点,这一点点意味着一种引导世界的魔力,让人们不停的向前,对那尽头如饥似渴。
在任何一个领域里都有这个幽灵的踪影,就说最直接构成思维的母语,用句子思考和说话,阅读文字,而文字的局限、误差,词句文法在每个人脑中以不同的频率碰撞混杂出无数不一样的音响乐章。这还没算上翻译的再次混音。艺术是一个外延和内涵更复杂的领域,视觉、现场、声音、光线、质感,文字(还得是双语)、甚至人群,你伸出无数只无形的触须,它们也伸向你。这可以比喻为一个巨大的树形图谱,无数个岔路,永不重复的涌流。也许,我们的各种创造活动其实是在逼近它——一个难以也不敢妄自为它命名的"物"。
There is one kind of thing, it's hard to describe it in any language, but just this "non-description" is right the image of it. As in our primary school's mathematics education, one sort of numbers is infinite, for example, number π, or the ones divisible by 2. To me, they are kind of numerals which can never be hold probably and completely, and this is also the symbol of fascination. Of course, we can imagine they have an end as well, but this imagination again leads to become more a crazy excavation, lost labour and repetition just like Sisyphus.
Even supposing everything can be quantified, supposing everything can be classified by numbers and symbols, what waits in front of us, is still the nightmare of Heisenberg's , and the unknown stereotypes. Absolute vacuum is impossible, absolute asepsis is impossible, absolute safety is impossible, complete infiltration and absolute insulation are not possible at all, absolute equality is impossible, absolute zero voltage, absolute zero friction forces are impossible, as well as absolute stillness and everlasting machinery …… equally, a complete true history does not exist, to record a whole life of a person is just a day dream.
Somebody said "I tried my best", but what is "trying your best"? It might be trying 3.1415926, and π is a little bit more than that, but this bit is right the magic which leads the world, pushing people keep on walking forward, and hunger for the end.
This phantom is alive in any single field, even our mother language which is directly composing our thoughts, use sentences to think and talk, read words, but the limits and mistakes of words, as well as grammar, those things are formed differently in different people's mind, and thus making different movements, yet the translation is not miscellaneous.
The extension and the intention of art fields are more complicated; vision, scene, sound, light, texture, words (2 languages even better), even the crowd, you send out millions of tentacles, though they might be invisible, and they touch you as well. This can be compared to a huge tree-like scheme, the millions parts of the roads, non-repeating waves. Maybe, the creative movements we make
is just try to get close to it ——a "thing" we cannot name it, yet also don't dare to name it.
文/汤艺
PART 2.
我觉得物理是解释这个世界上大部分事情的方法,这种方法在某些时候就成为艺术。假设物理是一个神,他掌管着世界万物的自然规律,在正常情况下这个杯子是放在桌子上,但是有一天,这个物理他病了或者玩忽职守了,这个杯子就可以悬空,水就可以向上流,甚至汽油不能燃烧,枪炮无法发射,电流涣散。事物的特性和使用的概念会被重新考虑,被打破,像一个个千差万别的化学分子一样发生反应重新聚合。我们知道没有一种万能的学科,却继续苦苦思索科学如何万能,艺术如何万能。我们的目光和身体走得越远,才会越相信时间和宇宙没有尽头。
I feel that physics is a way to explain most of what occurs in this world, and that sometimes its methodology becomes an art. You can think of physics as a god in charge of the natural laws that govern the everything in the world. Under normal circumstances this glass sits on the table. But, then, one day, this god of physics takes ill, or maybe he just slacks off on the job, and the glass can be suspended in mid-air, the water flows upward, and what's more, gasoline won't burn, artillery can't fire, and electrical currents grow weak. We know that there's no such thing as an almighty Science, and yet we keep on struggling to figure out how to make science all-powerful, how to make art all-powerful. The farther our bodies and our visions travel, the more we become convinced that Time and the Universe are boundless.
文/汤艺
I feel that physics is a way to explain most of what occurs in this world, and that sometimes its methodology becomes an art. You can think of physics as a god in charge of the natural laws that govern the everything in the world. Under normal circumstances this glass sits on the table. But, then, one day, this god of physics takes ill, or maybe he just slacks off on the job, and the glass can be suspended in mid-air, the water flows upward, and what's more, gasoline won't burn, artillery can't fire, and electrical currents grow weak. We know that there's no such thing as an almighty Science, and yet we keep on struggling to figure out how to make science all-powerful, how to make art all-powerful. The farther our bodies and our visions travel, the more we become convinced that Time and the Universe are boundless.
文/汤艺