And I Love You Three



— FOR R.

Do numbers count? Exactly how much
is the anniversary
of a mystery? When I finished school
with a diploma in you, we
took up all our time,
meaning those myriad minor-finer details
of How? Why? Where? What? Who?
hardly ever made even half a lip-print on memory.
Those first few Eden leaves grew up largely
unnoticed — seamless
and quite ruly — there
where loving makes a living out of dearth,
in all its forms . . .
In the three spheres,
in the nine heavens,
in the eighteen unspeakably shameless hells
it is you-you-you
whom I with my triple hammered stutter
call SOLE and SINGLE WONDER of the WORLD.

A Russian Soldier Reflects


To write in sickly pink ink
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
on a plain lethal war-drone
and to decorate your message
with clumsy, childish sketches
of a wrapped beribboned gift,
of sky-high starburst fireworks,
of a bulbous, cartoon bomb (BOOM)
and to fire it in the direction
of ice-cold-blooded civilian manslaughter,
before pulling in your mind’s eye’s mirror
that all-too-humanly inhuman face.

A Vivid Sonic Somnolence

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The rain has no space in it for hopelessness
or hope — its tactile
aural braille
spells away everestless longing for elsewhere’s
president drift. Drop
to drop,
it is the one identical tranquil outpour,
gentle beyond the creep of thought,
idea’s nadir.
An empty bedroom heard through rain
is what sleep’s marvellous nervous system must sound like from within,
if we could sleep and wake —
both listening and lucid —
in exactly the same time.

《新心界》:「好似斷咗線嘅風箏咁」

After spending the whole day out with friends — first in Tai Po, then at Kadoorie Farm, and finally at the village of Fong Ma Po where both the Sea Goddess Temple and the famous Wishing Trees are — 陳之一 Chan Chi-yat lives up to his reputation as a 掃帚星 or magnet for bad luck when he returns to Sha Tin later that night . . .

Soundtrack: “Barbarism Begins at Home


離開嘉道理搭車返大埔之前,大家先去睇吓林村放馬莆嘅天后廟同埋附近嘅許願樹,但因為唔係農曆新年,冇人想向神樹提出任何願望,反而向樖樹講咗好多吉祥嘅說話。然後,五人決定喺大埔揾間餐廳食晚飯。今日下晝大家玩得特別開心,所以晚飯亦都食得十分痛快,氣氛份外高興,令到大家傾得更加埋,閒聊嘅話題亦都比平時廣闊,天南地北、亳無保留:其中涉及到陳之一嘅兒子、阿綠嘅兩個父親、孚翠對於香港生活嘅種種憂慮同不安、蛾鬼整蠱友人嘅習慣、阿奇對於香港獨立嘅睇法等等。不過,對澳洲火柴人嚟講,最難忘嘅係凡傑談及香港地理環境時所講嘅一句:「本港每嚿石頭話成係香港《創世紀》中一個單詞,嚿嚿拼埋起嚟就可以開始閱讀呢啲詞所講嘅創世故事。」

總之,陳之一返到沙田東鐵站嘅時候已經好夜。落車之後,乘客好快就往四處分散,收尾月台淨係剩低佢一個獨自人企喺度,集中聆聽由道風山上傳嚟嘅夜蟲叫聲,係好奇妙嘅一種集體鳴聲,令到寧靜逐啲變得愈聽愈深。上世紀五十年代初期,創立「萬佛寺」嘅月溪法師聽到嘅大概就係呢啲織蟀、草蜢同埋蟬不停吱吱喳喳嘅啼鳴聲。當其時,由於沙田嘅自然環境仲未遭受「發展商」嘅殘忍毀壞,所以月溪仲可以聽到淤泥灘上嘅蝙蝠倒掛喺紅樹上倒掛時發出嘅尖厲叫聲,有時又會聞到吐露港略帶澀澀味嘅海風。諗到呢一點,男人突然醒起阿綠最後嘅警告:新聞報道話,今晚沙田街道有人進行示威、堵塞公路,睇嚟有可能會再度發生警民衝突。一講曹操,曹操就到,呢個時候,近處就響起一下震耳欲聾嘅槍聲——唔通警方放緊催淚彈?陳之一有少少擔心,但係由於佢嘅方向感好差,攪到好難判斷槍聲究竟喺邊度嚟。好好彩車站係連接新城市廣場嘅,萬一外邊真係有啲咩事,佢都可以捐入商場避難。

踏上扶手電梯,啱啱進入廣場中堂嗰時,陳之一就聽到舊時英文成日講嘅「大自然嘅呼喚」,即係 the call of nature,於是就嗱嗱聲箭步直奔往 agnes b. 隔籬嘅公廁。入咗厠所裏邊,襲擊耳朵嘅係特登播放嘅爵士音樂,同具體衛生設備實在脫節得太犀利。男人心諗,嗰個旋律所代表嘅瀟灑、不可一世、虛榮心等等嘅情態半秒鐘就開始無情進攻,對佢嘅内心世界既從容又有把握咁,緩慢侵略過嚟,好似一線線絲綢一樣,將佢敏感嘅五官緊緊包紮住。幾分鐘之後,當佢行到公廁出面嘅走廊嗰陣,澳洲瘦削者依然被啱啱嘅噪音污染纏繞不放。咁橋,男人呢個時候忽然之間收到「繁益翻譯公司」老闆白先生嘅短訊,訊息上話有急事,本來聽朝開會需要嘅一篇陳之一翻譯嘅關鍵文件無啦啦唔見咗。男人確定一下,當時已經係夜晚九點九,但一生養有嘅盡責精神強逼陳之一,令佢專心一意咁想儘快返到屋企幫老細忙。

不過,呢刻新城市廣場已經變咗樣,原本平安無事嘅氣氛而家消失得無影無蹤。男人行入中堂嘅時候,第一時間就有一枝灌滿可樂嘅膠樽喺上層高出速掟落嚟,撞到扶手電梯再彈出去,相當有力咁擊中陳之一左邊嘅膊頭,跟住佢就倒往側邊一間鋪頭嘅平面玻璃櫥窗上,同一時間又將手上拎住嘅電話丟咗落地下。到處都有人大聲尖叫同埋亂跑:男人估計示威者已經闖入商場裏邊。突然間,一個後生男人向陳之一嘅位置奔跑過嚟,好似被另外一個人追緊;逃跑者一邊跑一邊不時往後擰轉頭,所以一直冇留意到陳之一,最後就被半坐半瞓嘅澳洲排骨精絆倒在地上。尾隨其後嘅一個警員,由於身穿裝備俱全,令到眩暈無力嘅陳之一即刻諗起呢排備受新聞關注嘅「速龍小隊」。當警員跑到陳之一身邊,伸出一隻手想捉住嗰個示威人士之際,電梯另一邊忽然竄嚟三至五個人,用手持嘅雨遮瘋狂咁一直往警員身上左打右㩧;呢隻非速非龍嘅速龍成員終於失足跌落嚟,攪到收尾有兩個對手喺昏頭昏腦嘅澳洲人身上左右扭動。

男人就嚟昏厥嗰刻,腦海失驚無神諗起廣東話比賽期間見到嘅旗幟,又一次喺佢眼前揈嚟揈去。同上次唔一樣嘅係,原先揮旗嘅女人已經唔見咗,令到男人困惑不解。跟住之後,旗幟蛻變成為紙鷂,喺屏山南北路上空中翺翔。唔係喎!陳之一隱隱約約咁意識到自己無意中犯咗錯:地點應該係烏溪沙碼頭。冇幾耐之後,呢次幻覺再度發生轉變,喺男人眼前有兩隻紙鷂同時喺高空出現——兩隻進行緊鬥爭嘅風箏!風箏忽而遠遠對峙,忽而迎面碰撞,一回接住一回咁相互攻擊。經過好一番鬥爭之後,其中一隻被對手嘅刀片鎅斷!隨後,陳之一好似斷咗線嘅風箏咁由高處緩慢地跌落吐露港,等到穿破海面之際,轉眼間一切就係一片黑暗。

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