jakartah kumuh tercintah

on a cloudy like like today i always think of this bit from a sitor situmorang poem: jakarta kumuh tercinta can’t remember which poem, but that’s the whole stanza. he being mr. coy modernist and all. where did you hide pound’s personae, eh? i can see it bulging out of yer shirt pocket! (it’s ‘belovedContinue reading “jakartah kumuh tercintah”