mungkin tidak selalu harus menyimpan tenaga untuk esok hari. karena yang diperlukan sekali lagi adalah kedalaman, dan kalau mau dalam, ya harus menggali, bukan menanti.
Man In His Off Hours
“please do not unwrap books seek assistance from our staff”
the staff
thin waifish
girls in
unstable pumps
tapi ingat ini terjadi 33 menit kemudian.
sebelum itu
setelah mendengar
kondektur mendongeng
tentang sore:
grogol kosong!
seorang pengamen berpunggung tembok art nouveau
bandung circa nineteenthirtyfour
seorang gadis berlengan
naga dan daun-daun
hijau
bertopi nelayan
bersuara kawakan
Lomba Karaoke Tingkat Nasional
i don’t know what’s wrong with odysseus
what is wrong with him?
polumetis non compos mentis!
perasaan yang aneh:
di kota yang membuatku
merentang busur:
to try to resist the song of Parthenope
kemudian menunduk
karena sesuatu menggantung dari mata.
or the staff
thin
waifish girls
in unstable
regular issue
pumps.
SEEK ASSISTANCE FROM THOSE WHO KNOW BETTER!
Une étape autour de mon ville
When is around town when I live très isolée?
Am I out of the loop or breaking out of here?
I can still see the peaceable kingdom on widescreen evenings
I can still see the chanai stalls promoting Egypt on their window displays
When do I have to start worrying?
I have forgotten Kiarostami’s misgivings
At the end of Taste of Cherry, no one knows if it’s real
or an approximation of magic
One Afternoon Before the War*
Ah! I see what you’ve got in your hands
an afternoon in the world of LAN
a sealed blue radio
(The night returns for an encore inside a tomb.)
Pray for finesse, on the branch of the arborio
strip it, sing it, fake it
come, wing it, into the river!
Note down: three pigeons
dive under the sun, acquiesce
to Spring!
& for a second
the soy-feathered pigeons
resemble earth after a quake
the agit-props of legendary risks
a universe under another.
*translitic of a French translation of a Sitor Situmorang poem:
Brise legere au matin du jour de l’an
à Hans et Joosye Teeuw
Voilà ce qui s’offre au regard
En cette matinée du jour de l’an :
Un ciel bleu radieux
(La neige n’est pas encore tombée)
Près de la fenêtre, sur la branhe d’un vieil arbre
dénudé, sans feuilles
comme il se doit en hiver
se profilent trois pigeons
se chauffant au soleil comme pour accueillir
le printemps
Un instant
les plumes soyeuses des pigeons
semblent presque trembler
agitées par une légère brise
d’un univers au-delà de l’univers
Sur la plage de Scheveningen
1er janvier 1998
through the eye of terror
sore ini kau siapkan
pesta perpisahan
rumah putih di pojok jalan
karton-karton bir
lilin-lilin dalam cawan
keharuan yang dipaksakan
musim gugur cukup hangat
jumper kugantung di balik pintu
di badanmu gaun hitam tipis bertali sepatu
apa kau sengaja?
“kurus sekali kau sekarang
ada rongga di pipimu.”
belum waktunya berangkat
dan kita tenggelam
dalam tawa
oprah, springer, bau lavender
bergandeng tangan
kita berdansa
bersama billy bragg
dan kisah martirdom seorang santo pemburu cinta
ingin rasanya menyelinap keluar
hanya untuk:
papaî, khoréutès lulos
oukéti psopheiî!
tapi kesopanan harus dijaga
dan kesedihan
belum sampai puncaknya
strike
when you start to get not an idea, but this feeling of, i know i’m feeling anxious because i’m going to write something in the next week or month, i don’t know when, but i’m going to write something, i can feel it, but i don’t know what it is yet, and there’s nothing i can do but wait. and wait. and watch another episode of true blood. and re-read toeti heraty’s “sajak-sajak 33” for the gazillionth time. and wait some more.
it’s like someone’s promised you a porsche, or the first edition of lorrie moore’s “self-help”, for your birthday. but they forgot to tell you when your birthday was.
gaya nusantara
jadi kamu punya extra 7 tahun untuk belajar mencuci piring
direndam air panas jauh lebih cost effective dan environmentally friendly daripada letting water run dry
apakah 7 tahun head start bisa disalip?
mungkin bukan pertanyaan yang relevan
aku tahu, skut skut aja sama aja tar hasilnya dengan do it tomorrow color note
life is guaranteed to disappoint
aku tidak bisa mendeskripsikan
bagaimana rasanya rela dan tidak rela pada saat yang sama
banyak hal dalam rumah yang bisa dimodifikasi dari found things
but i like keeping up appearances
untuk menenangkan jiwa yang resah dengan standar borjuasi
yang aku benci dan tidak bisa aku hindari
pada saat yang sama
yang penting gaya
aku hanya ingin gaya dalam hidup ini
united
i came back for seconds
but you weren’t there
i don’t think we’ve ever met?
i was too busy dusting myself off after every fall
reading your blog
it’s like i had once loved you
in this city
you make appointments to miss each other
villainelle deux
villainelle, deux*
i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing
no-mind in hyper-intellectual tzu-jan
semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan
life should be like that
the empathy of burning windows
i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing
make compost out of burning leaves
an addiction to delayed pleasures?
semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan
places get displaced in memories
this is useless
i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing
giant eels careening in overtly familiar territory
we all listen to the rumble of chariots
semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan
i eat capitalism for breakfast
i need an extra n to spell out your name on wordfeud
i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing
semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan
*made up of same lines (my own) as villainelle, un, but in different order
villainelle un
villanelle:
– sembilan belas baris
– 5 stanza tiap stanza 3 baris, kemudian 1 stanza akhir 4 baris
– baris pertama di stanza pertama diulang jadi baris terakhir di stanza kedua dan keempat
– baris terakhir di stanza pertama diulang jadi baris terakhir di stanza ketiga dan kelima
– dua baris “chorus” ini jadi baris kedua dari terakhir dan baris terakhir dari tiap villanelle
– rima aba. diulang sesuai akhir rima baris “chorus” <– ini buat yang supernerd
villainelle, un
make compost out of burning leaves
i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing
life should be like that
we all listen to the rumble of chariots
the empathy of burning windows
make compost out of burning leaves
no-mind in hyper-intellectual tzu-jan
i eat capitalism for breakfast
life should be like that
i need an extra n to spell out your name on wordfeud
places get displaced in memories
make compost out of burning leaves
an addiction to delayed pleasures?
giant eels careening in overtly familiar territory
life should be like that
this is useless
semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan
make compost out of burning leaves
life should be like that
