di sudut tendanya usman bin affan menghitung merjan mengkilap upeti kurir yang mengantar pesan menyerah dari raja-raja sejazirah arab tahun depan, kordoba! pikirnya. dielusnya janggut yang keriting seperti sulur anggur dibelainya kuran dari kulit onta, percikan-percikan darah di sudutnya ya muhammad, jalan pedang membawa kejayaan lebih cepat daripada badai gurun melenyapkan pucuk tenda pedagang kurma!Continue reading “HIKAYAT USMAN BIN AFFAN VOL. 1”
Category Archives: Poetry
the devil’s karaoke*
the song of the devil screams and echoes all through the country and zombies in masks of newborn babies dance and party under a moon the colour of fire. the smell of burning fresh human flesh rotten gas blood and tears like a shroud of thick poisonous clouds hot air burning your lungs and treesContinue reading “the devil’s karaoke*”
Madeleine menungguku*
Aku baru selesai makan makan malam dengan temanku Jean Villeri, si pelukis. Sudah jam sebelas lebih. Aku sudah di dalam metro menuju rumah. Ganti kereta di Trocadero. Badanku terasa berat dan capek, namun aku merasa senang mendengarkan suara kakiku di terowongan stasiun. Tiba-tiba, seorang perempuan yang sedang berjalan ke arah berlawanan menyapaku, kelihatannya ia telahContinue reading “Madeleine menungguku*”
Sinta*
: Oka Segara and then in these woods is there anything greener than a woman’s cambium radiance a single leaf drifted to the ground a bloodless wound in the tree dew on the surface of the leaf as salty as river sand the language of life eternal and immovable : how deep do roots goContinue reading “Sinta*”
akenuruba/kururu mono to wa/shiri nagara/nao urameshiki/asaborake kana*
hari masih subuh. aku tahu malam bakal datang lagi, aku benci hari ini. *oleh Fujiwara No Michinobu, diterjemahkan dari versi Inggris Kenneth Rexroth: In the dawn, although I know/It will grow dark again,/How I hate the coming day.
anti-matter
not that it matters, but i want to know who did the bad bad georgia brown tattoo on the back of your neck and the sickly montmarte whore in a top hat on the small of your back not that it matters, but the bajaj was painted aubergine purple yesterday and your skirt got stuckContinue reading “anti-matter”
ghost ship
jadi dia tidak peduli dengan perasaan bekas suaminya? sudah lamalah. bayangkan perasaan bekas suaminya melihat progres desain kartu undangan pernikahannya dengan suaminya yang baru. dan dekorasi bemo benhil sebagai mobil penganten mereka. tapi tidak mungkin dia tidak peduli. mungkin saja. tidak mungkin dia tidak pernah memikirkan. memikirkan mungkin iya, tapi dia pasti akan berpikir, ya,Continue reading “ghost ship”
Bondi*
The muck of the sea, liquid rust on the crest of the waves. Coke bottles, lighters, Havaianas, a set of house keys on a BMW key ring. *a rewrite of ‘Bondi’, from my first book We Are Nowhere And It’s Wow
paring
it’s a matter of paring. paring down yr thoughts to the most relevant at hand. paring down yr feelings to the least hype-y. paring down yr life to the most essential tasks. gusti allah paringono sabar.
bacin
i miss those days when i thought i sucked at everything i had no friend. there seemed to be no way out of that kind of depression. then i’d go for a walk. or a ride on my specialized bike (RIP :(). and nothing would change. i’ll read a book. the ordeal of gilbert pinfold.Continue reading “bacin”
Divagyrations 