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Author Archives: mikaeljohani
I Walk Amongst Them
Chairil Anwar I walk amongst them They who cornered me Into a face/off On the side of the street. I see the world through Their eyes. I follow them Through the crowd spitting their guts out. The reality as they see it. (The Capitol is playing American flicks, We dance To all the topContinue reading “I Walk Amongst Them”
Payu
the same old places. narrow alleys cobbled out of chinese gravestones, the nicer, coloured ones cut carefully into narrow steps up into the home, the doors open to let air in into the dark inside, the smell of 4 o’clock, of the sun dribbling a plastic soccer ball into corners and the damp rubbing handsContinue reading “Payu”
Crumpler
corncobs, i miss the smell of butter. streets, leave a heart-shaped sweat mark on her bum. ex-girlfriend, go away on a holiday to fiji. daydreams, scream, “fine!” heart, arse about. encounter, type words excitedly on new second-hand brother with the missing : key. susan, meet me this arvo on that hilltop. c’mon, ask me howContinue reading “Crumpler”
Ditch
writing puns for titles, mock-sadness, meta-seriousness, lips puckered up (converted from a rubbish bin), fine golden powder of sand, black tributaries, ice cold water, the roof, the roof, the roof is on fiyah, “jenderal urip sumoharjo bertanggung jawab…,” a (((scream))) in front of goal
Like
the trunks of the sawo trees, the cold black sand, the old burnt palace, the dark pendopo, the watermarked angels and goddesses, the white eyes, a brazier of glowing charcoal, pretty shop attendants, brief obi like an afterthought, you would believe in anything, a lake under the midday sun,
He and I
Chairil Anwar (for L.K. Bohang) It’s late and and we’re still walking Through the mist The rain soaking us through The ships frozen at the docks Blood thickens, my body is solid iron What was that …? Nothing’s left of you but cold bones The rain has stripped everything else What time is it?Continue reading “He and I”
North Freedom St., Jakarta
F. Rahardi on the kerb mahoganies stand with the raintrees the angsanas in coats of black exhaust and watch suits and ties bulging suitcases shiny shoes polished everyday the bowing drivers and the bodyguards erect like pencils lift their heads up let the wind hit and the tamarind leaves fall like snow on sweatyContinue reading “North Freedom St., Jakarta”
jakarta
is how everywhere you go you see people trying to make a living, people trying to live and you look around them and all you see is death. there, an empty plastic garuda peanuts wrapper glazed in rain water like a bright yellow accidental donut, a broken bicycle wheel with the tyre still on itContinue reading “jakarta”
Lebaran Night
Sitor Situmorang The moon above A gravesite.
Divagyrations 