Eternal siesta*

A blank sojourn in June amongst the trotters.
My soul lit, prostrate within my rapture
(Close the riddle of the banks, over the rain, pure),
I rail against the denouncement of ecstasy and verse.

One relents enervated, expiring on the boudoir
Prominent on my leave to the absurd
Come with a piano voicing rave unmeasured,
I turn to the concert of rhythm and abattoir.

Everything is a song. Oh ! Vain corpses, soil that I adore,
The sun and you, a song for you, an oblique encore;
See if in a long month, see if you ferment.

O deputy of eternity, crayon of crank, Adam,
The archer who the nerveless prince set in trysts and games
Mass appeals to you and your atomic charms.

 

*a translitic of Jules Laforgue’s “Sieste éternelle”:

Le blanc soleil de juin amollit les trottoirs.
Sur mon lit, seul, prostré comme en ma sépulture
(Close de rideaux blancs, œuvre d’une main pure),
Je râle doucement aux extases des soirs.

Un relent énervant expire d’un mouchoir
Et promène sur mes lèvres sa chevelure
Et comme un piano voisin rêve en mesure,
Je tournoie au concert rythmé des encensoirs.

Tout est un songe. Oh! viens, corps soyeux que j’adore,
Fondons-nous, et sans but, plus oublieux encore;
Et tiédis longuement ainsi mes yeux fermés.

Depuis l’éternité, croyez-le bien, Madame,
L’Archet qui sur nos nerfs pince ses tristes gammes
Appelait pour ce jour nos atomes charmés.

Laskar Pelangi Orba – a film studies thesis proposal at UvA, autumn ’09

Title: “LASKAR ORBA: Abjection Your Honour!: (police-)state-imposed self-hatred in Riri Riza’s later movies”

Supervisor: Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas, MLitt

Student name: Mikael Johani

Student #: B6761CLQ

Outline:

– both Gie (2006) and Laskar Pelangi (2008) are about products of private (high)school systems, the former a student of Canisius College (CC), an elite Catholic school in Jakarta where all the old money kids go, the latter 10 kids (one dumb) from a Muhammadiyah SD in Gantong, buttfuck Belitong.

– (Soe Hok) Gie’s story set in the (bloody) transformative period between the Old Order and the New, circa 1966, when the nation still had hopes of better future though Gie died already frustrated by how same ol same ol story that future was, while Laskar Pelangi’s was pitched in 1979, post NKK/BKK, when there was No Future, educationally speaking.

– an irony: though Laskar Pelangi extols the virtue of education, by the time the 10 kids were at school, state-sponsored (high)education in Indonesia, was at a dead end.

– suggestion from Supervisor, The Most Beautiful Girl in The World: Riri’s protest voice is trés Orba, the moralistic tone, the focus on honour, the self-hatred —> abjection!

– if (God forbid) one uses Ariel Heryanto’s thesis on Orba, then Orba’s presence in Laskar Pelangi is ghost-like, all-imposing but invisible. Orba creates ghosts of its own omnipotence and Riri like the good Orba kid that he is replicates it.

– question: was the aforementioned irony deliberate?

– question: is the absence of state-school (apart from Regu B in the Cerdas Cermat and SDN Bangka that offers teacher (Omar) Bakri a job) a deliberate gesture to show Riri’s no belief in state-sponsored education?

– a fact: Ambar in 3 Hari Untuk Selamanya receives a letter of acceptance from Cambridge, which means she must have gone to an international school to do the International Baccalaureate.

– Riri Riza and Mira Lesmana are of the same generation as Rizal Mathovani who, following Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas’s great Masters thesis on post-Orba horror movies, kick-started the whole thing with Jelangkung. Mira Lesmana directed a segment of Kuldesak, a late ’90s indie movie which also involved Rizal as another segment director.

– Are Gie and Laskar Pelangi Riri’s efforts to present alternative heroes to the ones Orba presented in school posters that student of the ’80s used to have to memorise the names of? (note: the decrepit walls of the Muhammadiyah school in Laskar Pelangi only had posters on old teachers, Islamic calligraphy in the shape of a man doing the syahadat, KH Ahmad Dahlan the Muhammadiyah founder, and (RH(Raden Haji)Oma Irama.)

– is Riri’s reluctance to show Orba’s presence in Belitong in less ghost-like way an indication that, after all these years, he is still afraid of Orba’s ghosts?

– is his involvement in Masyarakat Film Indonesia who seek to overthrow the National Film Board by stigmatising a fellow filmmaker, Nayato Fia Nuala (and his Citra-winning Ekskul), further proof that he is no better than that schemer of Orla’s downfall, General Soeharto? (at least in principles if not in actual blood-letting cruelty.)

– is he a hypocritical pussy and a phony? Discuss.

buat liu ching-wen

su tung-p’o

 

bunga teratai kering tak bisa lagi memayungimu dari hujan;
tinggal seranting krisan bertahan melawan embun beku.
kuingin kau ingat semua hal yang indah sepanjang tahun ini,
terutama sekarang, saat sitrun kuning dan limau hijau menggantung di ranting.

 

*diterjemahkan dari terjemahan bahasa inggris burton watson, dalam the columbia book of chinese poetry: from early times to the thirteenth century, columbia university press, new york, 1984, hlm. 308.

panas

twiterranny killed me
i have no compunction to write beyond the roof of my mouth
you were waiting for me to rip your daster off
you were waiting for me to offer you a chinoiserie fan
you were waiting for me to give in to your stare
and i cracked open another can of beer
in the balmy afternoon of a third world concretanical garden
and said i’m in love with your best friend

hey you out of wedlock rajput bastard‏

i forgot what i was supposed to tell you
what infos about my monkey life i shd impart on yr forest floor
but here goes:

three days to forever, ill send u the dvd when it comes out
jakarta: a history (revised edition), library copy
that blog that has a link to the blok m blog
pinoy dude worked out actual dates im gonna be in manila 
will get back to you soon
a poem i wrote abt facebook so you know how important it is 
that you make a baby with me soon,
cmon alex & jen have got three already,
dont spill yr seed wastefully make bastards with me!

the deal is real

oh yeah it’s real penny

joy you hot lunch you

my girlfriend’s name is

really bunga i know it

sounds like if pronou-

nced in your anglo-sa-

xon toungue like it mi-

ght go well with bamb-

agada the yam farmer

but it is actually pron-

ounced boo-nga with

a soft -ng and it mean-

s a flower in indonesia-

n and yes she’s ba-

tak and she’d be able to

take us to porsea. of co-

urse as everything is in

this country the realness

of this deal will depend on

me being able to cough up

the dough on the big day

or not but i’d like to try. an-

d of course, really, the ma-

in thing is i would really just

like to see you again, banjo p.

kewl

cool?

what’s your idea of cool nowadays?

we’ll give you a taste of all the parallel universes in this hellhole eh?

remember after ice age comes life.

you coming makes me think how i miss us just being boys.

ok boyo?

we’ll be boys again eh, for old time’s sake. for life’s sake. for fuck’s.

your plastic qantas chalice for the nonce!

you still fit?

you may eat it.

travel plans

for geoff page

i wanna go to lake toba then see the orangutans.

my girlfriend bunga is batak the original inhabitants of the great lake.

they were cannibals one hundred years ago.

if she comes with us we’ll go head a-hunting yeah.

her grandma still lives in a tiny village called porsea.

i wanna stay at her great big horn-shaped batak house.

and shit into the mouths of pigs below the deck.

pigs they will kill and make into blood curry the next day.

so i will eat my own shit.

finally.

yeah.

Love Meal

Gimme a hand
Gimme a kiss
Gimme an ass
Don’t be a miss

Gimme extra sauce
Gimme a napkin
Gimme rock n roll
Don’t count me in

U want love to go with that ?

Meet me at Wendy’s
Meet me at Burger King
Meet me at a mosque
Allah is the King

Meet me at Texas
Meet me at KFC
Meet me at McDonald’s
Allah is CFC

U want love to go with that ?

U want love to go with that ?

U want love in the middle of the night ?

pink

You keep stirring your baby faluda
and I keep stirring my tea masala

I didn’t put any sugar in my tea masala
and you can never have enough vermicelli on your faluda

The vermicelli breaks when you stir too strongly
and I break when you can’t stop telling me

How much you loved going to Sverige
in the summer of 2003.