〈微敘事〉
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微敘事
不敘大事敘小事
從生活、物質、情感的細微處著眼
以細緻的鏡法
於我們的香港
至隱蔽的角落橫臥光天化日之下的
雙行四軌的柏油路
廣場
街坊式的迷你公園
他的廚房
你的衣櫥
我的失神
她慣性的喃喃自語
割下去
暗處湧流著聽不見的震怒
直搶的轟隆一二三二三四三四五六 噢
別忘了腳跟後 45 度隨時隨地的陷落
旋轉三個半圈循你前正方橫過的是
一片飛來的絮語…
那-怎-好… 難-道-我-不…
你轉過頭來，僅能揩拭著回音遺下的濕潤
絮語鄹濃
你身在 2003 年他的斗室裏閱讀著一個孩童的暴行化
銅鑼灣的鋼鐵 與 油麻地的貨艇敲著同一個音高
時間層的縫合張揚著針痕線路任由你一句我一句。
蓋住蓋不住同樣莊重
她長大的時候忘了上裝。
他量度著時光一串串自顧自的溜走至還未起名的新天地。他知道嗎？
他和她上演著… 像極了！像極了盒子話劇的標準情節，不偏不倚。
請問：從十二樓步行到四十八樓要多少時間？
他盯著他，盯著自己，盯著自己的未來忽又回想鼓燥的那一天，盯著影的虛與實。
看見的世界就眼前的框框四比三
聽見的，裹袱之後飄揚而遠撲，有疆無界
一個世界疊著另一個世界。
其間，我走漏了眼。
那一刻，你偷了步。
其實，根本無法排序。
因為所以然後結果於是於是然後誰不知結果結果都沒有結果
24 個同時發放的畫面
懸浮著的 108 個虛擬世界也許是一朵撲過來的怨氣
滑過一段涓涓的細語綿綿
擦過石屎的方便橋
著陸或不著陸 或掙出無端的嘈音。
你再說，再說 30 遍，再來二百句，再多用兩萬五千字，
試試吧。
黎肖嫻/ 2006 (revised 2011)
Micro Narratives
| photograph by Linda Lai |
Micro narratives…
The narratives of micro events
First things first:
take a microscopic approach –
attention to the details of perceivable surfaces, minute movements, and minimal processes…
No monumental events, no grand discourses, no calculated plot lines, but –
Textures…
Textures of the quotidian, of material surfaces, of emotions and loose thoughts that –
…that have escaped our naked eyes and informed perception
Microscopic approach –
…a series of experiments in our city,
in the darkest corners
in broad daylight,
in his kitchen,
inside your closet,
her muttering,
in neighborhood parks and squares,
on multi-lane freeways….
It only takes a moment of courage to blow off – “1-2-3, 2-3-4, 3-4-5-6…”
Someone was laughing, but as you try to follow the squishing, squashing, splashing,
Beware of the collapsing earth right behind you, hush…
Stay awake for the patch of barely audible secrets – what-if-haven’t-I-told-you-don’t you dare…
…as it dashes off leaving behind only a slimy draught…
Time regained. You enter the tiny bedroom of a child, reading him reading and rehearsing violence. …The steelworks in Causeway Bay produce a pitch that replicates itself in a cargo boat in Yau Ma Tei. …A word from you: a legend about love. A word from me: an urban myth about a creepy videotape.
Let’s bake a napoleon cake with our colorful time sheets: and let’s not worry about the imperfect suture of the layers.
Cover it up, cover it not.
She grew up failing to learn the secrets of how to powder a woman’s face whereas he
…lost in time, wanders from one (re-)construction site to the next.
Fingers crossed, all this will soon be revealed as a standard scene in a generic TV melodrama episode.
How long does it take for someone to walk from the 24th floor to the 48th floor?
He stared at him, at himself, and his shadow(s) to be.
A world could be defined as a 4x3 rectangular frame, further fabricated by a string of glittering sounds. One frame, many worlds. Many frames, one/many world(s).
I’ve lost track of when and where. You snuck ahead. And because of that, we sequentially become an impossible sequence.
Imagine 24 screens blinking 108 invented worlds all at once,
Be it a mix of romance or resentment, prayers or agony,
Perhaps simply a string of murmurs sliding by bouncing off cement walls to become nothing but noise, noise and noise.
You – or I – want to spend 200 more sentences, 25,000 more words, and repeat 30 more times of what you see and what your hear… Try. Try again. Exhaust your language.
/Linda Lai (translated into English by Linda Lai and Wesley Tang)/2006 (revised 2011)