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Birthday letters #2 (Red)

Dark housesAn architect’s fear of light Dreams of EnglandNarrow stairs Cold cubiclesNo bath

Birthday letters #1 (The Beach)

An émigré’s shock of the newxxxis nothingcompared to his repulsionxxxa year on xxxof the now familiar.

2nite: it’s Anytown, IndierockOrientals of the world, unite!Pins on lapelsCheap beers «best served with friends»Firman haircutsNeatHair washed, teased, blow dried, hair-sticked, hair-sprayedSenen Garfield tee on Jimi Danger, 4st 7lbsSleeves rolled-up«Ils sont Les Jadugars»Casio Exilims’ flashPassing joints at the barGenerous Absolut in the cranberryA couple kissing at the barOpen microphonesA couple kissing at the barDavTar hidingContinue reading “parc si crap is crap si parc”

Studies for a street scene (macan tutul bok!)

Straws like bullets / in his back pocket / cold water / in his hand / like a grenade—Plastic cups of water in his hands / cold / like hand grenades— For a thousand rupiahsyou can geta fully grown manto run around trafficof heavy steellike a childplaying tagsshort strawspacked like bulletsin his back pocketplastic cupsContinue reading “Studies for a street scene (macan tutul bok!)”

More honesty you don’t need/more of me repeating myself repeating myself myself myself

«And one night I woke up in room A007 and went straight to my desk (so fast I almost went at it), opened a notebook my mom had left me on her last visit when she threw a full good box of Honey Crunch cereal down the sink, one of the many drug companies’ giftsContinue reading “More honesty you don’t need/more of me repeating myself repeating myself myself myself”

380, or 380 reasons to not get a fake tan in September

In the morning the sun is blueCold it’s early summerNo one caresIf the cream sand has waited The whole of JulyPlus a good part of AugustOr if it’s timeNowFor him to dig Exit tunnelsFor hybernating beach towels.

Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau (ok, actually, me) to his girlfriend

Go into a cornerYour vantage pointLookoutOver our historyAnd seeIf I haven’t been nothingBut the total oppositeOf what I’ve always claimed to be.

Congradulations

Only one of us will be marriedTo a girl who loves you moreThan there are fluffs of pollenIn the glare of SeptemberYou!

I wish to be united with my feelings but my thoughts keep getting in the way

Like one day in the cinemaI was watching King KongAnd I kept trying to avoid reading the subtitlesAll through the action scenes.

Cerita super pendek 30 tahun yang akan datang tentang Nirwan Déwanto 20 tahun yang lalu

Cerita ini terjadi waktu dia masih muda. 32 tahun. Waktu itu dia bekerja di sebuah perusahaan minyak sebagai seorang géologis, lulusan ITB dengan IP 2. Waktu magang pas semester terakhir di perusahaan yang sama, direktur HRD di situ, seorang ibu setengah baya dengan gaun bunga dan sabuk besar tinggi di atas pusar, memergokinya membaca Olenka.Continue reading “Cerita super pendek 30 tahun yang akan datang tentang Nirwan Déwanto 20 tahun yang lalu”