傍晚在鲗鱼涌 | 钟国强
Derek CHUNG
钟国强（中国香港），香港大学文学院毕业。曾获多届香港中文文学双年奖、青年文学奖、中文文学创作奖、香港艺术发展奖艺术家年奖（文学艺术）等奖项。著有诗集《圈定》《路上风景》《门窗风雨》《城市浮游》《生长的房子》《只道寻常》《开在马路上的雨伞》《雨余中一座明亮的房子》，散文集《两个城市》《记忆有树》《字如初见》，小说集《有时或忘》，文学评论集《浮想漫读》等。
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傍晚在鲗鱼涌
——仿《中午在鲗鱼涌》向也斯致意
这时我走到人群里
太多人走在同一方向
从地底走出来
许多年前的记认好像刷落了
面前升起的是另一道天桥
街灯输送寒气
店面写着生滚的粥
有人拿起煲仔饭进入里面不见
有人看着玻璃
是凝固的街景还是自己
这时只是情绪
拖着白天的疑问拐进暗巷
有人耐心地折叠一块纸皮
有人呆望柱上劏开的空间
我在灯号前停下看灯
学习如实就在那里
学习楼丛间的夜空
不敢轻言宽大
七重天的食客都寥落了
花档还有人剪花
乱坠的枝叶与陈言
脚下传来反复的细响
老人用化学毛笔
颤颤描摹着千古
千朵花有千种颜色
密封在张挂的字词里
这时望向马路
看见对面有人看我
这时望向商厦的玻璃
宽敞的大堂有朱铭在耍太极
电车空出来的窗
让沿街某些风景穿过
偪仄的招牌
偶然出现几个错字
炉灶释出善意的蒸气
仍抹不掉镜面的锈迹
叮叮有时是警号
冒失的人回身大骂
有时只是寂寞
像寒夜里触手的雨滴
暖意一度停驻
又再开行
这时从殡仪馆走出来
还好像挤在回转的梯间
千种人有千种心思
剪花人在摆脱剪影
执念在人面的河流中
前行还是后退
我走到地底的人群里
学习像一列地车
没有两旁的风景
在金属的声音中认识人
不仅仅是自己的回声
2013年1月14日晚吊祭后作
Dusk at Quarry Bay
—After “Quarry Bay in the Afternoon,”
in honour of Leung Ping-kwan
This moment I am walking into a crowd
Too many are walking in the same direction
Emerging from underground
Marks from years ago seem to have been brushed off
In front of me rises one more overpass
Streetlamps transmit cold air
In a shop advertising congee raw or boiled
Someone carrying claypot rice disappears
Someone looks at the glass
The frozen street scene or himself
This moment is only a mood
Dragging daylight’s limping doubts into dark alleys
Someone patiently folds a cardboard box
Someone blankly stares at the spaces columns cut open
I stop in front of the traffic lights looking at the lights
Learning that the facts are there
Learning that the night sky between dense buildings
Dare not speak lightly or be lenient
Diners in the Seventh Heaven Restaurant are sparse
Someone’s still cutting flowers in the stall
A deluge of fallen branches, leaves and old speeches
Fine sounds repeat from beneath your feet
Old men use synthetic calligraphy brushes
Tremblingly tracing over words from ancient antiquity
One thousand flowers one thousand colours
Sealed in hanging texts
This moment I look at the road
And see someone looking back at me on the other side
This moment I gaze at the glass windows on office buildings
Ju Ming practises t’ai chi in a spacious lobby
Those empty windows on trams
Let the street scenes pass through
Packed shop signs
With occasional typos
Stoves emit benevolent steam
I can’t rub off the rust on mirrors
Sometimes ding ding is an alarm
Reckless people turn around and swear
Sometimes it’s just loneliness
Like raindrops touching hands on a cold night
Warmth stays for a time
Then leaves
This moment I walk out of a funeral parlour
Squeezed as if in a revolving stair
One thousand people one thousand thoughts
The flower cutter shredding silhouettes
Clinging to the river of faces
Moving forward or back
I enter the underground crowd
Learning to be like a train
Without scenery on either side
To learn about people through a metallic voice
Not only my own echo
Written after his memorial service on 14 January 2013
抽屉
那是一方仅容肉身的抽屉
从来没有长大，从不陷进泥土
也毋需浇水；白天他穿梭于街巷
从瞎忙着的人群背后欠身而过
晚上拖着像掏空了的躯干回去
插进一个亮着霓灯的，油腻的
把阴深的廊道完全敞开的裸身
他进出办公室，商场，后巷和公厕
把一叠凌乱的A4纸抖开又闭合
没有人看见内容，支票和辅币
自动转账往他满是刻痕的内壁
医生从中摘掉三道疤，四颗瘜肉
银行取回曾经承诺的数字，旧情人
刮去所有纪念日的纹身，和风景
没有风景，便是闭合的，光洁的灵魂
他试图搁在沙滩，斜靠在露天咖啡座
在戏院内遮挡别人的视线，在一楼一
让年华还未完全老去的凤姐无从下手
他努力挤出无可无不可的笑容
忙于吃，喝，排出一整族壁虎的干尸
和依然保持体温的，鲜软的蟑螂卵
他瞪着肚脐的匙孔想象不曾有过的钥匙
他试图坦白，别人却往他的身上丢零钱
试图隐藏，埋在门牌的乱岗如失忆的墓碑
直至发觉自己忽然插不进昨夜的廊道
颓然跌进大街，刚好给一辆货柜车辗过
并来得及让萤红的尾灯照见什么也没有的
木质，展现一截一截仿如人体的肌理
2012年9月12日
The Drawer
It’s a drawer that only holds flesh
It never grows, or sinks into soil
It needs no watering; during the day he passes through streets and alleys
Walking behind the purposelessly preoccupied crowd
At night he drags his emptied-out body back
And plugs it into a lit neon lamp, greasily
Opening his complete nakedness to the deep dark corridor
He walks in and out of offices, malls, back lanes and public toilets
Shaking out and closing a pile of disarrayed A4 paper
No one sees their content, the cheques and coins
Transfer automatically to his scar-covered wall
The doctor pulls down three scabs and four adenomatous polyps
The bank retrieves the once promised figures, former lovers
Scrape off all their memorial tattoos and scenery
No scenery, only closed, cleansed souls
He tries to stand on the beach, recline in an open-air café
Block another’s line of sight in the cinema, in a one-woman brothel
The hooker hanging onto the last of her youth can’t lay her hands on him
He tries hard to squeeze out smiles that are neither here nor there
And busies himself eating, drinking, discharging a whole race of gecko corpses
And still warm, fresh and soft cockroach eggs
He stares at the keyhole on his stomach imagining a key that was never there
He attempts to be honest, but others throw coins at him
Attempts to hide the disorderly mound buried in his door plate like an amnesiac tombstone
Until he notices he can no longer fit into last night’s corridor
Disappointed, he falls in the street, where a truck runs him over
Just in time for the glowing red tail lights to shine on nothing
The wood displaying sections of body-like texture
12 September 2012
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