The sun like a gong The gong scything the memory of yr dreams Your dreams contained within an umbrella The umbrella opens its stem of roses Roses are Fred, violets are Drew Drew with the Indians, won against the Red Sox The Red Sox of yr concupiscence Concupiscent as a plum blossom A plum blossomContinue reading “One does progress through metaphors*”
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tidak eksperimental tidakeksperimentaltidak eksperi mental
tidak eksperimentalkarena tidak percaya diri memang tidak masuk akal ¿erianillopa itrepes silunem kadit apanek ke atas dari bawah m Continue reading “tidak eksperimental tidakeksperimentaltidak eksperi mental”
guess it runs in the family
Rumah indahmu(written while watching Tita* playing water at San Diego Hills**)Endang Johani*** tercapailah kini yang kau citadiam di bukit luas cakrawalarumput hijau memangku danau kalau tidak di hari tuamumaka biarlah di hari abadimusenyum bidarinyala lilinmenyambutmukarena kau pulang di hari jadimu riang cucumu mengecipak sejuknya airyang mengalir di pinggir makammukutahu kau damai di alam sanakarena makammuContinue reading “guess it runs in the family”
no pun*
so sophor didn’t come after all. not that i really put any elbow into making her come. and rescue me. so thought mike d. so now he’s left with a half-drunk latté, a sober, glistening palmiere and a honeycomb retriever the size of a horse. go away you filthy bastard. so said mike d. toContinue reading “no pun*”
draining camp*
feeling all alone in this world mike d. reaches into an old bookshelf half-filled with The Little House Cookbook, a seventh-hand copy of L’immoraliste and two lunchboxes of non-rarity basketball cards. in this alternate universe Patrick Ewing can fly is fly the shit. but really what he really wants is Sophor really. but as alwaysContinue reading “draining camp*”
the begin*
ning marsha was the name of a pattaya girl who got lost in her head and wandered into a narrow strip of artisan breadshoppes, smelly secondhand bookstores and flakey air jordans hanging from telephony wires above streetcorners. they say people deal drugs under the air jordans. or hand-made brogues. no one knows. anymore. or ever?Continue reading “the begin*”
the end*
the last time mike d. saw rob g. was at an indian restaurant called passage to india. it was missing the ‘the’ or the ‘a’, he cannot quite remember. words are just dead neons anyway, ha. the restaurant was at the back of an alley, with a blue garbo at the front, and a statueContinue reading “the end*”
Eulogi untuk seseorang / Eloge de l’autre … par BungaMatahari et CCF Jakarta
Start: Mar 22, ’08 2:00p Location: Blitz Megaplex, Grand Indonesia Lt. 8, Jl. MH Thamrin No.1 Jakarta Pusat Start: Mar 22, ’08 2:00 pmLocation: Blitz Megaplex, Grand Indonesia Lt. 8, Jl. MH Thamrin No.1 Jakarta Pusat Printemps des poètes / Bulan Puisi 2008“ Eulogi untuk seseorang / Eloge de l’autre “Continue reading “Eulogi untuk seseorang / Eloge de l’autre … par BungaMatahari et CCF Jakarta”
ia menulis cerpen seperti danarto
ia menulis cerpen seperti danarto ia menulis cerpen seperti danarto tapi judulnya seperti rendra ia menulis cerpen seperti danarto tapi judulnya seperti rendra dan pendek seperti lydia davis ia menulis cerpen seperti danarto tapi judulnya seperti rendra dan pendek seperti lydia davis tapi realis-marxis seperti gorki ia menulis cerpen seperti danarto tapi judulnya seperti rendraContinue reading “ia menulis cerpen seperti danarto”
this is why i envy the young:
<span style="font-weight: bold;“>’cerita bunga / bunga m.’<span style="font-style: italic;“>oleh Alifia NW Kelas 1A2 SDN Sudimara 03 mawar mau berenang didekat sawah melati sudahtidak mau berenang lagimawar mengadu melati tapimelati bertanya gimanakalo kita mengantar ma-war tapi mawar tidak mau begitu melati mauke puncak mawar kagetmawar ikut ke puncak mawaringin berfoto-foto tapi melaticuma mau mengantarkan kambo-ja. mawarContinue reading “this is why i envy the young:”
Divagyrations 