letter from the artist as a young man to a young poet as an old man

your freezer hasn’t worked for a long time, you need to defrost. sunflower seeds for pine nuts work but turmeric for saffron? don’t cut corners in a circle. if you meet someone pretty forget it, she’s not meant for you. go for the abandoned garlic cloves in the corners of bars. they will keep you entertained and cure your masuk angin. cracking utensils, like nigella’s scimitar herb-chopper, are cool, but unnecessary. make a list in your head of places you wanna take tony bourdain to in jakarta and carry it around with you always. invest your money in mutual funds so you can travel to paris when you’re 50. l’institut du monde arabe is the best! fuck the west! wash your jeans before you get them hemmed. machine wash the cheek guards on your helmet, they get stinky fast. you can cut off moldy bits of your cheese, but your spouse might not stand for anything less than by-the-book! make risotto with warm stock. bought stock is OK, but no liquid concocted out of cubes! cook everyday, even if just toasted black latvian bread: spread avocado on it, sprinkle salt flakes and freshly ground black pepper (from the pepper seeds you’ve stored for millennia), voila!, you’ve got yourself an edible kenneth rexroth! never cheat on your wife. that is very important. and don’t expect an electric fan to levitate you out of your misery.

mencina

kinezopeisi, or the panacea of the greeks

kalo nggak panas ya masuk angin

i find it amazing

that in a city of 12 million desperados

i can’t find a single decent trustworthy

air conditioner technician!

perhaps she is right

we all listen to the rumble of chariots

(no it is not in our hearts!)

too attentively

believe me motherfuckers

the soul is a terrible thing to waste

on oxblood horween chromexcel alden indy in the barrie last

what is the point of telling people what you feel

and never tell them what actually happened?

better spend your time googling pictures of girls

you not-so-secretly have crushes on

I LOVE YOU PONYO!

domo arigato godzilla-san

smash your head on the funk rock

berapa lama kita dikasih waktu di dunia

untuk?

This disambiguation page lists articles associated with the wrong title

everything will get smaller after this line

before everything eventually dissolves

into the perfect sand between your perfect toes

mati metafora*

poetry has taught me to experience pain

without having to stop for ice cream

i saw you on the street the other day

but you were a different person

the metro mini ran over a dog this morning

my friend complained of having lost her ability to dream

i tweeted the fact that there is the word asu in asuransi

i do not want to work in KL and leave #jaemanis

she is in ambon at the moment

a butterfly alighted near me once, wings all aflutter, glorious

life should be like that

you alighting near me, all aflutter, glorious

*dicuri dari danar pramesti

thought (blank)

so what if i did visit you at your house

you might’ve imagined it too

(in a tumblr reverie)

the furniture won’t be disturbed

we’d have a bit of chit-chat in the living room

then it’s straight to your bed

the silence of pillow cases

the empathy of burning windows

je suis toujours unfaithful

you fix your hair up with a hairpin

not a word said

avant or après

ma vie a bien changé depuis

i gathered enough resolve

to fuck up my life yet again

let’s pretend we’re bunny rabbits

let’s do it all day long

button

i went to toko maju to buy a vintage button

mbak, ada butons Briare nggak?

as always,

i was expecting the best out of people

do you not get disappointed with life, you ask

not having you even as a possibility in my life is disappointment enough

everything else is

child’s playdate

sometimes i wonder if we secretly understand each other

discretely understand each other

yes places get displaced

in memories

and i had trouble remembering where Hotel Kenangan was

it was there

still on the rive gauche of Lethe

next to Shakespeare & Co.

and a bleeding giant

stadium

1. my life is not a bare ruined discotheque

2. you have lost a lot of weight from wearing braces

3. he heals his pain of being impure at heart

4. by riding a bicycle

5. around the lake at hangchow

6. plum blossoms stop in mid-air

7. the green water shimmering

8. i cannot feel you

9. this is useless

10. the skylark has lost all its hair

11. i wish i was there

12. instead of chairs moving closer to each other

fora

1. i think i may have found the key

2. no-mind in hyper-intellectual tzu-jan

3. i feel like punching my lcd monitor

4. when i found out it was early 2009

5. i could’ve made you happy

6. i could’ve pulled the rug from under you

7. but i’m in way over my head

8. i might visit you one day

9. you’d greet me in your nightgown

10. in the middle of the day

11. bring out your book of misery

12. i love you and i’m gonna ruin your life for you

illuminations of ulysses

our family just can’t tolerate success! true, even if everything depends upon a red wheelbarrow. your name is minke, what is mine? you don’t have to be beautiful to turn me on, no, not when dandyism begins at the waistcoat and ends at the spatz. jaleswariiiii! whatcha doin? i met ferdinand de saussure, what i was thinkin i’m not so sure. dude, where’s my car? you’ve got three piston cups! a person is a person no matter how small. you can call it another lonely day for the last of the famous international playboys.

i had a farm in africa. the moon moves across the lake in conniptions. a vast dying sea of boredom. u & i. friday is the cruellest day of the week. make it new! infamous, butcher, angel of death. do you know where you live? probably. kan kuhiasi cintamu dengan kue sus dan coca-cola. tapi dingin telah mempercepat kelam. winter, do come.

there is no castration fear. i see you, standing on booth st. i sucked a lot of cock to get where i am. holy moses, yeah. i’m going through my sock draw, in the raw. crash out on my divan. i’m not fit to smell your shit. charm your way across the khyber pass. disarm the settlers, the new drunk drivers. is it getting heavy? you fuck me, you butterfly.

*putting in quotes in a non-story. idea stolen from Olivia Kristina Sinaga’s writing class. this is her piecemy quotes came from (in order of appearance): rimbaud, nation of ulysses, giant, william carlos williams, bumi manusia, prince, byron via oscar wilde, batas, breakfast at tiffany’s, the magnetic fields, dude, where’s my car?, cars, horton hears a who, fleetwood mac, morrissey, out of africa, lorrie moore, nicolson baker, john updike via nicolson baker, saut situmorang, ezra pound, slayer, john ashbery, chairil anwar, goenawan mohamad, olivia kristina sinaga, pavement, youth group, regurgitator, tumbleweed, lubricated goats, smudge, smudge, vampire weekend, guided by voices, the flaming lips, william t. vollmann.

duck

boil two saucepans of water. mix with cold tap water. dip hand in water to see how hot. if yer hand hurts then the indigo dyed selvage canvas will hurt too. ember too small to add more cold water to reduce heat tho so what the hell. hell to the yo. turn vest inside out. dip it in. forgot to get rid of air bubbles. the inside pocket is swelling with air and water. put three big ceramic cups on top to prevent vest from coming up for air. leave for 20 minutes. agitate water. still too hot. leave for 30 minutes. agitate water again. maybe agitate the vest instead? what are ya, agit-prep? still too hot. leave for what… it’s one and a half hour already? agitate some more. take vest out of water. get totally OCD on how to dry properly. hang? gravity might stretch the length. lay it flat? right in the sun might bring back crispiness.* wabi. not quite ready for sabi.

*apparently drying cotton fabric right in the sun is not so good since the hot sun might boil the water still in the fabric and destroy it. (well, not DESTROY, but well excuse meee, for being dramatic!)