October 03, 2005

午夜飛行

voldenuit

已數不清,像這樣半夜摸黑去機場,有多少趟了。

就算只有幾小時,也總得眠一眠。然後時計哇哇作響,人欲夢未夢,惶然驚醒,窗外猶自一片黑,無從分嘵夢是剛開始,還是遭橫途截斷。頭昏沉,渾身筋骨關節給釘在床上,咭吱咭吱掙扎投訴,這麼一番勞頓是何苦來著?

為的是彼邦的總總未知吧。既是未知,噯,又何必苦苦尋索?⋯⋯腦裡猶自交戰,腳已踏上征途。步沉,地卻飄然,背包再重腿再痠,腳底下的路還是虛虛浮浮不踏實。然而也無暇多想,只能一步,一步,一步,木然地,拖拉著布鞋往前走。

再熱的夏,夜還是涼如水。高高矮矮的房子如冬眠的群獸,無數的靈魂的窗戶都閤上了,只餘數十隻半張的眼睛,在眠獸的身上照出一格格的慘黃。我並不比城市清醒多少,斜挨著巴士站,等那神秘的接駁巴士趁人間睡著的時候幹它的迎送勾當。偶有車子呼嘯遠去,如鋒利無比的刀片游刃而過,然而麻醉了的城市矇然不知痛,只有街燈無力地照亮水泥汀路。

然後是睡與醒之間的交替。朦朧間心下惴惴,只覺一切似曾相識,並不只是deja vu。想著想著,赫然驚覺,這一場一場午夜飛行,都在重複來時的第一遭:人還未準備好,已給一把抓起,放上巨大的彈珠叉子上,一拉一彈,攆到人間去歷劫總總風景;然後在你剛剛悟出一點所然而來,便又得蹌踉起行,被拋擲到另一個未知的國度去。

倫敦-->布達佩斯-->巴黎-->姆斯特丹-->鹿特丹-->柏林-->慕尼黑-->伊斯坦堡-->香港-->倫敦-->下一站,請問在何方?

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9 comments:

Anonymous said...

未知的國度,不是更突顯出對未來的期望嗎?
沒有希望.沒有期望的可是灰暗苦悶的人生。

嗯,路過的。

said...

何須多見復多求?且唱一曲歸途上。


此時此處此模樣ˉ此模樣

阿晨 said...

太陽倦了便回家,
夜裡休息少驚怕,
明晨月兒落旭日重來,
依舊往上爬!

祝好!

littleoslo said...

偶有車子呼嘯遠去,如鋒利無比的刀片游刃而過,然而麻醉了的城市矇然不知痛..

very beautiful writing indeed. thank you.

郭言 said...

小的還未能忘卻那個唐突的邀約呢

Anonymous said...

lucid and crisp

beauty passing

Van Gogh in words.....

or

Carver

carving ?


(T20)

真立飛 said...

那天聽妳娓娓道來闖蕩倫敦一年的緣由﹐說不定這個下一站再再下一站的事情﹐會比妳現在所能想像的曲折離奇啊...

208/209 said...

208: 慵,哈哈,是要對下聯嗎?那麼我們抄一句 '竹杖芒鞋輕勝馬, 誰怕? 一蓑煙雨任平生′ 回你吧。

209: 阿晨,不知怎樣,看妳的詞,馬上想起'青春小鳥一去不回來'的小調來。妳也保重,小心身體,不要偷吃冰。

208: littleoslo 和 T20,謝謝。但T20,Raymond Carver行文向來流暢淺白,可不見斧鑿之跡呢。

209: 郭言,很抱歉,當時沒想到要再回倫敦的,所以行程匆匆,辦完了簽證和瑣事已透不過氣來。可以的話,下回再見面好嗎?

208: 真立飛,總覺命運如星爺演食神時的一句台詞:俾你估到就唔係食神啦。所以還是盡量不去想像了⋯⋯

Anonymous said...

T20:)

Raymond's new to us........just start reading his work last week......don't know he carves or caves......our comment is an 'at-the-monent' sort of response......'Carver carving' sounds
good at the time......got to admit we are not trained in critical thinking or literature.........we just enjoy reading good stuff that's all and try to give an honest impression about your fine writing, it's such a joyce to read your writing.......

That20:)

free association........conscious streaming.......think we're thinking about this weekend's thanksgiving dinner at that time.........what receipe to use for our turkey dinner ......and about the fine art of carving up the roasted turkey without the meat falling apart........much like what Carver did with his writing.......minimal use of words and character description........carve and serve........minimum fuss......

This:)

his prose is simple and smooth in form..... but there'e an undercurrent......that of pain, grief and loss........of isolation, alienation and helplessness.......a slice of everyday banal living laced with tension....
....it CARVES into our bone of modern living, through we may not see it on the surface ........we see this in your writing.......

That20:)

like a sculptor working on a marble piece.......he's chipping and carving away BEFORE refining with the final act of sanding......'Carver carving' probably refers to carving away the big chunk of concious facts before 'serving'.........part of an artistic process before serving it to the reader......