雌雄同體 Androgyny

This pocket-sized paperback is one of the twenty-four titles published for 2017 Hong Kong International Poetry Nights. The theme of IPHHK2017 is “Ancient Enmity”. IPNHK is one of the most influential international poetry events in Asia. From 22–26 November 2017, over 20 invited poets from various countries will be in Hong Kong to read their works based on the theme “Ancient Enmity.” Included in the anthology and box set, these unique works are presented with Chinese and English translations in bilingual or trilingual formats.

周耀輝，畢業於香港大學英國語文及比較文學系，其後參與多種媒體工作。1989年發表第一首詞作，書寫歌詞及其他文字創作至今，出版約一千首詞作，以及文集《突然十年便過去》、《7749》、《假如我們甚麼都不怕》、《紙上染了藍》、《一個身體，兩個人》，曾獲多個詞作及其他文學獎項。 1992年移居荷蘭。2011年獲阿姆斯特丹大學傳媒學院博士學位，回港任職浸會大學人文及創作系助理教授。近年亦參與舞台及視覺藝術創作。

Chow Yiu Fai (Hong Kong 香港)
Chow Yiu Fai has worked in many media. He has been writing song lyrics since his first publication in 1989, and by now they number upwards of 1000. His books include Suddenly, Decades Ago, 7749: Forty-nine Exercises on Everyday Creativity, The Phobia Book, Blue Stained Paper, and One Body, Two People. He moved to the Netherlands in 1992 and received a PhD in 2011 from the University of Amsterdam. Since returning to Hong Kong he has taught as an assistant professor at Hong Kong Baptist University. His lyrics and writings have won numerous prizes.

天問 8

Appeals to Heaven

 

愛彌留 12

Dying to Stay

 

填充 16

Filling in Blanks

 

黑房 20

Dark Room

 

下世紀再嬉戲 24

Playing in the Next Century

 

下流 26

Flow down

 

行 30

Wandering

 

雌雄同體 35

Androgyny

 

如髮 39

Like Hair

下世紀再嬉戲

 

仍舊在辨認 漸漸淡的氣味

記起當天的鮮花會飛

遊玩在大地 漸漸再不顧忌

那曉得剎那轉了天氣

 

我記起跟你一起花裹遊戲

那笑聲多愉快多美

我記起跟你爭先吸一口氣

走過多芳香氣 奇妙世紀

到這天恐怕一切將要忘記

那記憶荒謬更淒美

到這天跟你一起不再頑皮

約定下世紀再嬉戲

 

Playing in the Next Century

 

I can still remember the scent lifting

that day the flowers were flying

We were loosened up playing on the ground

When the weather suddenly changed

 

I remember we were playing in the flowers

Our laughter so joyful and so sweet

we tried to take the first breath of it

How many fine scents in this wonderful century

But that’s all forgotten now

The more absurd our memories, the more painfully pretty

No more games or tricks

Until we’re playing in the next century