maleflowering

painting by stz
text/trans by frc


themaleflowering (haiku/hokku)---
他正在開花(俳句)


(奇林底凡耳聞唄福蕊)


in the magicwood,
songs came to his human ear:
like a blessedblossom.


在魔幻的林間，
他俗世的耳，聽見歌響：
像是得惠的一朵

he is not my husband

photo collage by frc.

＜in a relationship＞

paint and word by stanza

　

　

　

between the wall and ceiling

photo by stanza

text by frc.

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between the wall and ceiling

JUXTAPOSES

three graphicwindows

for bedtime

solace.

* * *

between the wall and ceiling

IMPRINTS

three emotionalscenes

for dreamworld

marvels.

* * *

(trans. by stanza)

在牆壁和天花板之間
並置著
三個圖像之窗
為了臨寢時的
安慰。
***
在牆壁和天花板之間
印記了
三個情感場面
為了夢世界的
奇蹟。

____

或者

在牆與天花板之間

並置

三扇窗活色生香

給床笫時光

快慰

***

在牆與天花板之間

印記

三幕纏綿悱惻

給夢境

驚嘆

time shatters

time shatters
Photo by franck


＜與時間為敵的十一種方式＞by stanza

1. 早上聽到鴿子的牢騷之後29分鐘才有嘈雜的麻雀
2. 蘋果在少女咬了17口時會出現足以引起注意的氧化顏色
3. 孩童在上課後第31分鐘之前至少會有一次嘆氣
4. 全世界不可告人的事的最高保持記錄307天
5. 愛不說出口但那個人不知道的場合最高有223次，不愛而說愛但那個人卻不知道的數字則高達7457次
6. 杯子摔破之後的167秒是處理碎片和記憶的黃金期
7. 塗抹乳液的皮膚在7分鐘到53分鐘之間吸收並且渴望性接觸
8. 剪刀在開合第3041次會讓人受傷
9. 每個人的第1171個夢都是殘忍的而且帶點愉快
10. 喝醉的人可以扭曲時間並計算出107種未來的可能性
11. 一個人一生中可以在意9173件不必在意的事
　
　
　
　

oral practice

Pic by stanza

Text by frc.

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面面

面跟面遇見錯過了
連招呼也省下來
擦擦肩膀

面面穿走在十字路口
三色號誌燈眨眨
跑跑小綠人

面跟面遇見了
相去甚遠面面
相覷

面面正在
趕路嘴角喃喃

各自一種口語練習

　

　

　

第三者計劃之二 <亂神>

text by 翰翰
Painting by Frc.

打偏一個鎖孔
故事講遠
一跳再跳的
我對你的那些
瑣事
不讓旁人知曉

是，
就是知道你
鑽進去
並且不喜歡
牛角
你擁有的
比牛角更甚

埋伏
讓旁人猜透
飯後的藥
白開水
拉掉保險
我就是最猥瑣的
一座砲台

撕下設計圖
我們就是沒有道理。

__________________________

Believe in a mess by stanza


Everything is illuminated in the light of past
Lover is being loved at the hell full blast
Kids always know that there is a liar
And adults find this life sinister
She said: fallow the yellow brick road
I don't idealize her but the joke is so broad
So with god I am on the stumps
And with you I’ve got goose bumps
Penny for your thought?
Agony for your deep throat?
You tore the paper so I missed the guess
Out of truth so try to believe in a mess

***
[相信渾噩] trans. by frc.

[在以前的光裡甚麼都亮起來了]
[地獄的風吹得飽滿，愛就是被愛著了]

[小孩都知道有個人在扯謊]
[大人發現生活無光]

[她說:就隨這條黃磚路塊]
[我不把她想得完美，不過這玩笑真寬]

[因為神所以我滔滔應答]
[因為你所以我起了雞皮疙瘩]

[你的想法值了多少?]
[你的深喉嚨痛了多少?]

[你把紙撕了我就想念起猜測]
[都是真的就試著相信了渾噩]

near, me

<近薄，了我 >
Text: frc.


你像初春
苞一粒
淡綠
怯怯就要
掀開
胸前
可觀
那座城廓

之外：
冷凝的空氣


或是你像
撲撲
冬風
灰鐵
一隻腿就
塞進
暖好
那次夢境

之外：
消滅的睡意

＜dare you＞ by stanza　這根本不是我一開始想畫的。

　　

　

　

　

第三者計劃之一 <戀人絮語>

Text: franck <愛的武器三項> Three Items of Love Weaponry


01. 槍 gun

能緊握的還是這把 this gun is the only
兼具擺設性 thing to grip
與唬爛性 ornamental
的槍 and bullshitty






o5. 腰扣 buckle

我正閃亮 i am shimmering
而你花枝亂顫 and you are thrilled

07. 刺刀 bayonet

來了個大嬸 here comes an aunt
她娓娓說: who spoke carefully:
裝腔作勢 it is fool's job
都是傻子的事 to strike a pose









Photo by 小耿

another Text by Stanza

<每個超人都有媽>
男人不該成熟的時候適合有槍　槍都不是粉色系的甚至不能印個草莓　草莓口味的唇膏煞了別人風景　風景都不置可否藏在他嚴肅的褲頭　褲頭拉開前你期待過什麼　什麼挺出來都比不過催促你老的童年　童年被抱在懷裡想不起任何一個任務　任務應該不是去確切地愛一個人　一個人把什麼刺進另一個人是那樣的卑微　卑微卻勝過成為第三者的驕傲　驕傲地迷戀母親穿過的裙子與高跟鞋　高跟鞋踩死了每一個稚嫩的男人

　

　

　

　

window-shopper

看什麼看。Photo by stanza/ Text by Franck

*

　對話 conversation
(window shopper /merchandise)


w: (行色匆匆走過羅列的展示牆，哼著支離破碎的老歌，
他來到這幅面前，停下拍照) 他們在看我嗎？他們在
笑我的孤單嗎？或是羨慕我的自由？
m: (商品海報上的兩男子一貫雕像式的沉默，似是而非)
w: (掏出相機，狠狠拍了起來) 我要把你們救回去。
m: (兩男子凝結的表情在閃光幾瞬間更加凝結了，幾秒的光陰
如深淵，把他們這一對的幸福抓進機器裡，穿過強化玻璃、
空氣、光圈、鏡頭，又粘在另一張紙上了) 哎呀哎呀！這是
甚麼魂飛魄散的力量！

(邁開風塵僕僕的腳步往地鐵站方向走去，搭上七分滿的某一班，
夜的列車挾著城市汙濁孤獨的風，w懷裡抱著相機，抱著他們，
搖晃之間睡著了，不遠處看他就像中學生擁著汙損的書包，
輕易睡起)

(三個人說著細碎的夢話，車沒終點似地飛馳)

　

　

Three characters

三枚字 (三種性格 )

Photo/Calligraphy by Franck

Text by Stanza

‧
不做愛的時候還有很多地方可以去。例如說有日落的河川出海口，找到一個和你一樣孤單的人用石頭寫字。或是太陽曬軟的公路無端地走，陌生的車都呼嘯而過，只有他隱約認得你興致來了哼歌時邊走邊跳的舞而停下等你。再不然就是一片遼闊的牧草原，躺著等雲裡的陽光出來還偷偷吐氣，以為這樣就可以吹開而他俯身向你的影子，那麼好看還有青草香。
當然你們不做愛寧願時間就這麼停著。卻是不可能的。

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there were still places to hang out while no love was to make,
like an estuary with the sunset. and i would like to find somebody
lonely like you to write in stones. either, the highway, melted by the sun,
went its way on with no reason; the strangers’ cars went by and shouted.
only did he slightly recognize the mood of yours coming up for humming
songs, and he paused to await you. or, a broad pasture slouched and
expected the sunshine in clouds with secret breath. they thought they
would disperse like this, and his shadow, leaning on you, looked so beautiful
and smelled like grass. without making love, both of you certainly would
rather to make time stay. and it was never possible.

‥
水牛垂涎　狼脫毛　夜裡螢螢貓尿
泡濕冥紙　壁虎屎　短顎突突羊齒
潑猴手心　死水乾凝　悶雷亂發情
牡蠣浸酒　墨竹摧枯拉朽
毒蛇枝頭聽鳥　倉鼠舔鬼腳　卵硬蛹小　
哀哀母鹿　苦苦水仙　蠟蟲落井生煙
梨花殘夢　火燒公狗腰　神也輕佻
潮肉生蛾　倦了耳有軟舌

**

buffaloes ran the mouth water/ wolves shed the fur/ cats’ piss
in the night of fireflies
paper money of underneath were soaked/ wall lizard shit/ goats’ teeth
between the short, prodding cheeks
palms of the jumpy monkey/ dead, dry, still water/ sullen thunders easily
went horny
oysters were bathed in the liquor/ inky bamboo were pulling their limbs
serpents on the twig listened to birds/ hamsters licked their ghastly feet/
hard eggs and slender cocoons
does sadly sang/ daffodils bitterly lived/ wax insects fell in a well and
gave smokes
blossoms of pear tree with broken dreams/ flames of desire on male dogs’
waists/ gods were so flippant
tidy flesh and living moths/ languished ears with a soft tongue

…
磨墨練習用左手寫毛筆
煮湯練習用筷子打蛋花
王羲之弄黑一個水池
你抽光床頭一整包衛生紙
床尾有個脫了衣的芭比
而你說再也不碰別的女人身體

***
grinding the ink stick for the practice of calligraphy
with the left hand
making the soup for the practice of stirring eggs
with chopsticks
wang shih-chi blackened a pond
you pulled and consumed a whole pack of tissue papers
at bedside
at the bed end stood a stripped barbie
and you declared that you wouldn’t touch other
chicks anymore


trans. by franck. l.

cool with a fan

Video: by Stanza [cool with a fan]

Text/Translation: by Franck [fool with a man]

與一名男子閒混

* * *

1.

我大量地嗅他。
(那是一種奇腥的享受)
當時我只願意一直留在車上，私密抑制我自動起來的興奮。
(一個夏夜，這車，火未熄，空轉的引擎把我輕輕抖動，在說服我甚麼)
他獨自下車在抽著性格又荒美的菸，滿嘴爬滿冷漠刺密的鬍渣
與操著口音不時就脫口的粗話，我怯怯不敢向他要低濁的聲音親密我。
(燈下，昏黃的光，他往電線杆下啐了一口，也把菸，輕易彈滅了)
今天他又不快了，這根菸完之後會俐落地翻過旁邊廢棄車廠的
鐵絲網牆，他警覺地意識那些殘剩的擋風玻璃，各個擊破，解決乾淨，
他像完成一種神聖苦力，他在廢車堆下跪著，發狠喘著，拖流著涎，
(我看穿他一顆肥大的獸心，在透明健實肌體內，貪婪地舒張)
他從容走回來，我因此還有一些時間搜尋播歌的電台來掩飾自己，
我就更加作大的震顫，也像有某種次高兆赫頻率一般。
(我把車跟我扭轉得戚戚剎剎地，附魔起來)
我繼續嗅著他混亂的味道。
(空氣像是酸楚起來那樣)

fool with a man

1.

i smelt on him a lot.
(it was a strange, reeking pleasure)
i only felt like staying in the car by then, secretly restraining my
spontaneous ecstasy.
(in one summer night, this car, was still ignited; the idly-running
engine nudged me like a persuasion)
he alone alighted and smoked coolly, beautifully. his mouth was
dotted with indifferent, burry residue of mustache and it occasionally
spoke the obscene language in a vernacular. i was so shy that i could
not dare to ask for low, dirty voice to intimate me.
(at the feet of a streetlamp, the light was dim. he spit down at the pole,
and a cigarette was easily flipped off)
he was pissed off today. after this cigarette, he would nimbly climb
over the fence by the deserted car field. he was sensible to those
windshields that were left unbroken, knocking every piece down and
finishing it up. he looked like somebody with an achievement in spiritual
ordeal. he knelt at the bottom of deserted cars, with his perspiration
rushed and mouth water running.
(i saw through him and found a weighty heart so full of bestiality; it
hungrily widened in his transparent, stout body texture)
he returned with calm steps, so i made use of some time tuning on radio
channels to cover myself. i gave severer thrills as if having a sub-frequency
of high megahertz.
(i turned the car and myself into a rustle of sounds, and we were possessed
by the evil)
i kept on taking his messy smell.
(the air was saddened)

2.

他於是發現，
之後我們在簡陋的公路旅舍瘋狂索取對方。

他暴烈的欲望在清晨走了，響鼾與陷落在床上的軀體給了房間
悲傷的理由。

又再加上：那旋轉不止的通風扇葉，吹涼我，如此的醒。

2.

he therefore realized
and then we insanely asked for more from one another in a bald hotel
on the highway.

his desire in violence went far in the early morning. his loud snore
and torso, trapped in the bed, made this room reasonably melancholic.

and more: the draught fan that constantly spun, cooling me, so awake.

difficult construction

photo by franck

＜尋鬼＞　stanza

空氣裡都是時間的味道。

他踏上用記憶搭建薄如蝶翼的梯，緩步上樓，用搖搖欲墜的心情體會過往。

迷走的長廊曾經是愛的隱喻，歪斜的畫框，孱弱的燈。

還有那些寫壞的詩堆疊起來的青春。

閉鎖的房門顫巍巍地推開，被秘密困住的風，吹開他臉上蒼涼的神色。

彷彿這麼一吹就安心老去。

斑駁的牆攀附了舊情人的身影，淫樂的笑聲躲在天花板等他進來。

那些曾被遺忘的擺設都蒙上感情的灰塵，必須用眼淚擦拭的。

但他拒絕。鏡子裡的那個人沒有出現。

他預見了苦難在崩塌的前一刻，無聲的輝煌。

來不及墜落他曾想逃過。

in search of a ghost [by stanza]

the smell of hours permeated in the air.
he ascended by steps on the staircase made of memories,

flimsy as a butterfly's wings; upstairs and slowly, in a stumbling mood

he was relishing the days that had gone.
the wandering corridors were used to be a metaphor of love,

an oblique picture frame, a frail light.
and the juvenility in piles of spoiled poems.
the atresianized chamer-door was shakingly, toweringly pushed on;

a gust, trapped by secrets, rippled his cool look away.
such a blow seemed to help him grow old with ease.
the dappled walls were parasitized with old loves' shadows;

the lascivious giggles, hidden on the ceiling, awaited his entrance.
for those forgotten furnishing that were all veiled with emotional dust,

and tears were so in need for him to rinse it off.
but he refused it so, and the guy in the mirror was not present after all.
and he foresaw a last moment of the collapsing catastrophe,

a silent splendor.
it was too late for falling, and he had planned to run away.


(trans. by franck)