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| Selected poems：廖偉棠的《傘托邦——香港雨傘運動的日與夜》 http://www.books.com.tw/products/0010665854 傘托邦——香港雨傘運動的日與夜 作者：廖偉棠 出版社：水煮魚文化 出版日期： 語言：繁體中文 2014年的秋冬，每當我拿起相機走在被人民奪回的街頭，我就是我所拍攝的芸芸眾生，其次才是一個詩人。 這些樸素的影像、繚繞著人間氣息的影像，既是一場未完成的運動的記錄，也是一首日常的頌詩。 它們邀請你來一同見證：這個貌似不可能的香港，曾經就在我們身旁遍地開花。為了未來，我們曾經如此珍惜當下。 ——廖偉棠 長達80多天的雨傘運動，隨著三個佔領區被清場而落幕，卻點燃了民眾抗爭與發聲的希望。詩人、攝影師廖偉棠在雨傘運動期間，以鏡頭捕捉參與街頭的臉容，以文字疏理城市的熱情與失落，一詩一相，莫不是香港當下最觸動人心的紀錄。 《傘托邦——香港雨傘運動的日與夜》共收錄作者以雨傘運動為題材的十餘首詩作，並有一百七十幅攝影作品，完整記錄雨傘運動的始與終。 舊路——出金鐘經龍和道至香港站 離開廣場的路經過舊日吶喊的海 消失的海和人的喊聲仍夜夜迴盪 拆掉了碼頭的地方換上重重鐵欄 幽靈船依然來往風依然上岸下海 在公民廣場和大會常之間有軍營 在軍營和國金之間有和平紀念碑 多少路離開廣場多少廣場仍遊蕩 推土機在新填的土地上重新生鏽 我們離開為了枝葉更茂盛地回來 把手中拎著的星星交換彼此彈孔 不在乎是否有黎明從這槍傷流出 廢墟生根，我們隨雷電成為雨水 2014.9.28. Passed Road－Coming out from Admiralty. Passing through I left the path led to the Square, Passing the sea of shouts in those days. The invisible sea and cries Still linger nights and days. The demolished pier is replaced by Metal barricades, layers and layers. Haunted boats are still drifting. The tides are still breathing, low or high. In between the There is the Barracks! In between IFC and the Barracks, There stands The Glorious Dead! How many ways to leave the Square? How many Squares are even now straying? Bulldozer has got rust again On the new land reclaimed We left to hope for The branches flourish again. Let’s give the scars in our hands In exchange for your bullet holes. No matter whether the dawn will gush From this shot wound or not, Abandoned village is ingrained. After the thunderstorm, we turn into rainwater. (Translated by Ng, Mei Kwan & Wong, Gladys) 詠物詩 胡椒不再用來對付蘿蔔糕 而用來爆炒我們的眼球 霧噴湧而出，令城市迷路 保鮮紙不再為明日的胃服務 而用來保鮮昨日的心 讓它依然痛和憤怒 瓦斯不再用來對付冷與餓 而用來進行「愛」的教育 如你不愛，便讓你知道恨的濃度 戴著眼罩的也不是這個世界的 焊接工人，而是潛行者戴泳鏡 游過摩天暗礁，與夜打招呼 雨傘翻轉，像有陣風從雙手吹奏 像要傾倒舊的雨給新的狗 傘下人，一時不分左右 馬路不再承載鬧鐘發條 所啟動的洪流，現在它是床 可供一夜又一夜的情人偷渡 雨傘折斷，像彩虹也跟著折斷 但當我們撤離，將留下遍地 虹彩把腳印染成繽紛的鳥 2014. Pepper is no longer used against carrot cake But is used to burst fry our eyeballs The spray is sprayed out, causing the city to lose its way Plastic wrap no longer serves tomorrow’s stomach But is used to keep yesterday’s heart fresh So that it is still painful and angry Gas is no longer used against cold and hunger But is used for education of “Love” IF you do not love, it will let you know the concentration of hate Those wearing goggles are not welders in This world, they are stalkers wearing goggles Who swim through sky high reefs, and greet the night The umbrella is turned inside out, like a wind blowing from the two hands Like wishing to pour old rain on new dogs People under the umbrella, cannot distinguish between left and right for the rime being The road no longer bears the clockwork of the alarm clock The flood that has been started, now it is a bed That allows lovers night after night to sneak over The umbrella is broken, like the rainbow is broken as well But when we retreat, we will leave behind everywhere Colours of the rainbow that are dyed as colourful birds 2.10.2014 (Translated by Daniel Chan) 旺角夜與霧 那天深夜來到旺角 彌敦道上的黑塵比我還老， 我倆坐著坐著便想起舊情， 它對我耳語：多久了不曾見這寧靜。 它喜歡我們的雨遮彩色或透明， 它喜歡我們走路輕柔有時跳舞， 當我們相擁相觸彼此肩頭 它告訴我曾有火柴也這樣劃亮街道。 亞皆老街與我皆老， 不願再聽螃蟹卡農演奏， 曾經昂首的塵埃不願再低首， 自由了的陰影和雨點都無法回收。 夜重來總是躡足如霧， 另一個旺角如獨角獸舔爪， 多久了你尚能記起自己曾經竹林呼嘯 多久了彌敦道曾挽起怒海傾倒。 2014.10.5. Night and Fog－A visit to Mongkok Mongkok, there I came, at that late night The dust on the Nathan were aged as stardust, It reminded me our good old scene, Whispering: We’d once lost our serene. It likes our umbrellas, invisible or colourful It likes our steps, soft, or sometimes dancing When we touch, to graze or embrace, I was told, similarly, it’d once lightened up with a match beaming. I am fragile as the Argyle, No more crab canon I would listen We, raised dust, will never bow down again Once set free, as water flows, ever unrecoverable. Night resumes as fog, tiptoeing Another Mongkok, as unicorn prepares, quietly static It’s been long, you can still recall your whiz It’s been long, the Nathan roared as tidal wave. (Translated by Jordan Wong) |
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