丹麥美人魚尋回失頭
又是我們郁手的時候
 
我們以生命
的虛無
成就她
永恆
的變奏
 
直到我們
也成為
銅像
或石頭
塗鴉者被塗鴉
在虛擬
的牆上
哭泣
的網上
像海妖
歌唱
 
像海妖
靜默時
 
那七種
歌唱



歌唱不被理解
的哀傷
和理解
尾隨
 
之遺忘

暮色蒼茫的界碑
抹去又重寫你的
我的墓誌銘

Wittgenstein writes a poem
Parole from the first bank and the second bank of the river
The third bank of the river comes into view

獨居長者獨居
戀人綑綁炸藥離家遠去
天上掉下一個謎花樽花瓣花粉

Wittgenstein wrote a poem
We prepare glass
when language passes through
 
When Wittgenstine passes through
When Wittgenstinestine and his language pass through
there's a light
curving
and breaking
 
          sidestepping
into unspeakable
snow
 
without hardness
without colour
without     even     a so-called
blanketing 
 
Only the longing a dead person had while alive
for a living person after death
lies on the first bank of the river
 
On the second bank of the river 
 
lies only the longing a living person while alive has for a dead person after death
 
As a result…
          Because…
                    Although…
                              Despite…
Clinking     and clanking      
 
on the third 
bank of the river 
 
 

Red balloons blue balloons rise into the sky
Raising your head by chance you see you see
that string once held in your hand

My heart is a little larger than the entire universe
My sadness is a little larger than there
Thank you for once coming to share with me

An occasion arises amid the mountains 
amid the waters    looking at you    looking at you
Losing you    and yet    looking at you

當那獨居的長者獨居
你還未出世
而今你是那獨居長者
獨自守著
那麼一個謎
彷彿是眷顧
更是懲罰
你不像別人的愛侶
綑縛炸藥離家遠去
也不像自己的戀人
和他從前的戀人
被驟來的炮呀  火呀
 
或天上掉下來的  花樽    花瓣    花粉
 
摧毀

（一）
玉階生白露
for whom the bell tolls
我的心掛在樹上
（逗留在到來的離別之中）
 
你摘就是



（二）
菩提本無無
明鏡亦非非
本來無一一
何處惹哀哀



（三）
一個觀念暫作
 
有限被無限欣賞
無限被無限收藏
 
把你的名字寫在水上
日後好思量

賴斯小姐準備按掣的手重又放在琴鍵上
從加勒比海到黃海之濱
密西西比剛果河尼羅河
流淌著美妙的琴音
各地的人都用各各不同的聲音樂音 jam 進去
不同的節奏迴旋平行錯雜起伏流連
像眾手搓麵糰眾手整餅無酵或發酵
人們當然不知道賴斯小姐準備按掣的手
差一丁兒碰觸那些大爆炸大裂變
上帝降臨對她這樣說
「之前我唔會同你講
之後都唔會
但當你按那掣之後
你唔好話上帝呀
我當時唔知道
縱使我現在證明
你確實唔知道」
這就是我們看見賴斯小姐
一路彈琴一路淚流滿面的原因
看到的人聽到的人感動不已因為
你知道嗎，朋友
母親瑪利亞這樣唱又這樣說
Let it be, let it be
每一個明日之後
總有一個明日之前
這彷彿是一個恩典
噢，這彷彿就是恩典
 

Waiting vainly for a second rabbit to appear
one watches a tree and one’s own daft self—
the daft, kind-hearted rabbit is well aware

當我們說崩壞
那就是崩壞除非
你遠去又回來 帶同一個佢

當我們說崩壞
那就是崩壞除非
你遠去又回來 帶同一個佢

當我們說崩壞
那就是崩壞除非
你遠去又回來 帶同一個佢

誰教死後得救誰教死後自由
誰使得槍管向上石頭大海漂浮
誰拈花誰微笑誰伸出的手先於誰的問候

Please saw off my hands my head 
When prosperity comes, you will come–
Come tug my hand, pat my head

刀鋒落向西瓜或西瓜落向刀鋒
持刀人遇到兩種反對
遇得到遇不到的反對從今後直到永遠

Please saw off my hands my head 
When prosperity comes, you will come–
Come tug my hand, pat my head

不被你觀察的月亮
照看著你 無限傷感
你醒來 又沉沉睡去

Strangers are angels 
You encounter yourself—
isn’t that neat?

紅氣球藍氣球升上天空
抬頭剛巧你看見你看見 
那根綫也曾握於你手中

—"Thank you for letting me leave in one piece and for letting me gossip about the living in the underworld. He/she will be born eventually." (Dead|Sheep Scrolls)
 
You said it's a whole summer, I said it's one big whole summer, a whole summer vs. one big whole summer, and just like this the fight began.
 
We were young back then, grassfighting in the fields.
 
Everything is fleeting/everything will fade away/and what has faded away/will lead to an intimate longing.
 
If by life you were deceived…
Pushkin.
 
If
by life
you were
truly
deceived.
Pray tell, 
Pushkin?
 
An
automatic
rewinding
film projector
 
2047
48
49
…
19
 
In the festive seasons of ancient Jing-Chu
 
Splashing
in the river of forgetting
 
Playing in water and forgetting the river
 
From here
you can ferry
over there
 
We were young schoolmates in a previous life
In a life previous
to our previous life
 
we were foes 
head-to-head
 
Oh, you boneheaded jerk.
Oh, you boneheaded boob.
 
You little-bitty hottie
You little-bitty baddie
 
 
If there's a next life 
we'd want to fight again
smashing 
ourselves   to   pieces
 
picking a bone with each other—
what do you say?
 
(300 filthy 
phrases deleted)
 
You're talking about a whole next life
I'm talking about one big whole next life
Are they the same next life?
 
Come on! 
By all means,
come on,
fate, 
play your   giant 
prank!
 
Lose me not
Forget me not
in the face of
fate's
giant
prank
 
 
Mine love
I'll be there waiting for me
You'll be there waiting for you
 
During World War III
in the beautiful 
brave new world 
they'll wield stone hatchets 
We'll use grassroots
 
Dock weed
Wood sorrel
 
(300 beautiful
illustrations deleted)
 
Mine love
 
You just
come along
 
You just
pick one
 
You just 
come along
 
to pick
 
Why don't
you come
 
make a knot?
 
Note: Pushkin's poem "If by Life You Were Deceived" (Russian)
(A sincere call for medicinal herbs. Grassfighting can be civil or martial. Some styles have a name, some do not have a name. Some can be drawn, some can be written. Some are visible, some invisible. Some have already disappeared and are about to be reborn and reappear. (Cf. Record of the Festivals and Seasonal Customs of the Jing-Chu Region and the Dead|Sheep Scrolls.) This is a sincere call for medicinal herbs. 3D-printed, space-farmed, all good, all OK. You just come along. You just bring some along. Or don't bring any and just come along.)

維根斯坦寫詩
我們準備玻璃
當語言穿過
 
當維特根斯坦穿過
當維特特根斯坦攜同他的語言穿過
就有光
彎曲
折斷
 
偏移
在不可言說的
雪上
 
無有硬度
無有色彩
無有   甚至   所謂
覆蓋
 
只有死者生前
對生者死後的懷想
在河的第一岸
 
在河的第二岸
 
只有生者生前對死者死後的懷想
 
多虧……
因為……
然而……
儘管……
傾拎   筐躪
 
在河的
第三岸
 

A boundary stone in the twilight hour—
erasing and rewriting your 
epitaph and mine