whats with all the different ways of spelling andalusian dogs

dont know about you but i think rogue waves
correcting black francis’ pronunciation of oon
shayn! to un sheee ung was a bit pedantic did
they do it to educate die-hard fans of the o.c.

didnt they think most of them wouldve gone
to harvard anyway and learn the right ways
of the world right off the bat even if they had
stopped playing creekit in cambridge in the 18th c.

or thereabouts or thereabouts dont know
about you but i think this whole biz about
getting things rite absolutely is a bit bourgeoise
think of leibniz and the optimists didnt they suffer

dont know about you but ill plant lilies in my japanese
rock garden and pray for lotuses that way
when im sad i can go for a walk around my private
botanical gardens and youll be there. with yr boots on

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its like when youve been home for days
and the only thing you feel like is peeling
the paint on old sandstone walls and press
yr cheek on the cold microscopic duststars

its like when youve been wondering what the voice
of pain is like and you walk thru the night market
at 2 a.m. and the only thing you can feel is the splash
of yr handmade rubber soul on the wet asphalt

its like when you feel like ramen and the only way
you can get it is by climbing 26 floors of stairs
into a revolving karaoke booth in the skull
of this city the city you love and hate in nothing measure

its like when you ask yrself whats lost in loves labour
lost and you go to an opium den and ask for heroin
in yr dreams everything makes sense even the way
she paints her eyebrows with a chocolate stick

its like when along rue mouffetard get yrself
an ice cream two scoops at jeffs and save yrself
for dinner for one on the steps of the panthéon feel
really feel the waft of clove cigarette smoke on yr face

its like when youve been home for days its like when
youve been home for days its like when youve been home
for days on end and you think why when youve been home
for days on end and you think why mon dieu am i happy no

sendirian membaca dan berpikir apakah Su Tung-p’o makes too much sense

kenapa tak bisa seperti John Ashbery
menulis puisi sambil nonton TV
tali jemuran kusut
di langit Massachusetts
poster anjing Peking hilang
‘we love her so much—Alastair, 8’

1 2 3 5 discount the lines
tak seberharga kuncup bunga
musim semi dan burung enggang
dalam pengasingan dan pelarian
yang penting adalah tambang
yang menalikan kudamu dengan kudaku

Notulensi Pertemuan Partner TDH-Germany, Hotel Raya, Banda Aceh, Kapan-kapan Januari 2007

What asses
these Javanese
are! When
they tell
you something
try to
find out
what they
really want
to do
or what
they’ve already
done. That’s
what matters:

“nada senyap”

“pasir mengkilat”

“kaca berpasir”

“this is gonna be hell”

BUT I FIND IT STRANGELY COMFORTING
WATCHING THE DEEP SEA
IN POWER POINT

premier janvier deux mille huit: brunch

di warung mi bangka langganan dekat rumah
seorang tetangga menanyakan:

sampai jam berapa tadi malam?

saya nggak ke mana mana
saya tidak suka tahun baru

then it struck me

harder than a mere bolt of lightning

mungkin itu kalimat yang paling sering saya ucapkan
dalam hidup ini

saya tidak suka                                                fill in the blanks

If Only I Knew The Postcode For The Ninth Circle Of Hell Beatrice

i don’t remember kissing
yr soft nicotine cheek
yr hair on the tip of my nose
weightless like air
i rapped my fingers on the window of the cab
speeding past
you
some retarded form of no i don’t really wanna say goodbye no not now
i cd see yr great big eyes
you were smiling
beatrice
standing outside the gate of yr house
looking straight thru the tinted glass i would like to think
straight at me i would like to think you were in no hurry
to panic for the house keys
yes i would like to think
a lot of things
beatrice