Faded portraits, and fading still

forget, ya forget

late afternoons on the verandah

of yr gedong besaran in salemba

au bon pain from yr favourite boulangerie alsatienne

in passer baroe

see how the leather

on the backseat of your sado

is peeling

like a thousand sails

forget everything

the proper spelling

in the long letters youve been writing in clipped, proper, eton v. harrow english

to yr boyfriend away from home in den haag

kassian,

think about the future of this broad avenue

perhaps,

75 years after the dissolution of yr volksraad

a couple of pribumis will walk along the crowded corner at its end

and,

looking for an ancient ice cream parlour theyve read so often in history books

find it closed for business

o,

the heat of late kemarau !

the pink paint on its wall

the colour of washed out blood.

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15 thoughts on “Faded portraits, and fading still

  1. i miss you love.
    a silver chair and an unintended muse.
    if the barbarous memories linger in the corner of my heart forever
    i'll endure the empty streets and rotten heart
    that wanting our proximity back into existence
    so very bad
    in each time i breathe
    in each stare i gave to the dusty verandah
    of your smile
    in my mind.

    i just want you to be happy.

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  2. ive been living in straight lines all my life
    though tomorrow
    never knows
    forever young
    often times decrepit
    at difficult junctures
    between a bridge and the possibilities
    of a heart-soaring chorus
    from where ill get the greatest view
    of the lotus pond
    somewhere at the back of jah's mind.

    the water is mud
    pure black.

    i want to die,
    but the scabs on the inside of my wrists
    are as thick
    as the earths crust.

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  3. Dia mengajak aku menonton deklamasi sajak dan drama Shakespeare di Gedong Komidi, Passer Baroe
    Dewi bunga bermarga Han dari kelenteng Kim Tek Ie, Petak Sembilan
    Trem terus melaju melewati Ancol hingga akhirnya sampai ke Weltevreden.
    Sekilas dari kejauhan terlihat Kwitang, daerah indekosku dulu.
    Kukipas wajahku yang kepanasan dengan topi vilt
    Angin Batavia memang tidak sedingin Citrep apalagi Buytenzorg
    Matari terik
    Tak selembutmu Han Sian Hwa, bernama Eropah Anna…

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  4. a space between commercial break
    where i open a new tab
    and read tears of mending broken heart…

    is this drama gonna end?
    is funky bahia ever make me bahagia?
    bahaya…

    steal it…steal always…steal and never stop
    you got one hour before i'm leaving this highness

    is it really over?
    are you really taking a bow?
    or simply wanna be rihanna
    without her umbrella

    request your song..
    permen bolong rasa plong..
    i don't think i can write a song..
    aku masih di TK kepompong…

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  5. kau orang sunda, bahasamu seperti burung bernyanyi di pucuk angsana
    pohon penyembuh segala, masih tersisa satu di pojok kota tua
    ingatkah dulu waktu kita sering nongkrong di pinggir molenvliet
    mengenang rimbaud dan sepatu yang lepas kulitnya, liburan di pusuk buhit
    di sini kita hanya punya gunung salak, senja di beranda dengan budak setia
    saudara saudaraku suka meloncat dari prau, menyulut menyan di klenteng naga
    bersyukur pada maktjouw poo, semoga daganganku laku
    laut cina selatan penuh marabahaya, perjalanan pulang penuh leliku
    lebih baik menetap di sini saja, bapakku kapiten cina bercambang
    tarik pajak dari rumah judi tenabang, opium den di luar batang
    kuharap walau kau membaptisku dengan nama eropah
    kau tetap tatahlah itu tembok dengan satu n saja, di sebelahnya hati tertembus panah

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  6. yesterdays were old time's future as you know it

    as
    la tour eiffel

    its 300 meters
    to mark its dominance as the highest construction
    only for 40 years

    beaten by
    tower of tashkent
    uzbekistan

    and
    tower of jin mao
    china

    as
    prambanan

    its 999 statues
    to mark future love
    only for one day

    beaten by
    taj mahal of agra
    india
    forty meters tall
    four minarets
    four muezzins

    repeat after me,

    “yesterdays,
    were old time's future,
    as you know it.”

    1324 14052008

    http://gedongproject-en.blogspot.com

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  7. apa yang sudah terlepas dari genggaman
    seperti malaikat terbang
    tertinggal banyak kenangan
    dan aku di dalamnya berkubang

    semakin tenggelam
    membiarkan mata terpejam

    mimpikan bahagia
    kaya
    dan seorang dia

    kukumpulkan dari serpih abu dalam guci biru
    hasil membakar sosoknya di diriku
    apakah ibu peri akan membantu
    kalau kubayar dengan suaraku?
    ah. kunikmati saja menginginkan dirimu
    betul, aku rindu. tapi kembali padamu?
    aduh, tunggu dulu.

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  8. cut my past….
    paste it in your future…
    if we don't meant today
    we still got tomorrow.

    untuk kembali sama dengan bunuh diri
    untuk pergi sama dengan menghitung hari
    malakama
    si

    jumat siang aku akan kembali
    setelah sholat jumat
    di lantai dualima

    apalagi yang kau minta?
    curhat?
    bisa kau colong sesuka hati….

    3 jam. itu waktumu.

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  9. berebut ruang ingatan.

    panjang pendeknya ingatan tidak bergantung pada waktu, tetapi pada kehendak untuk mengingat.

    -ahmad arif dan maria hartiningsih di kompas hari ini, rabu, 14 mei 08

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