ida ayu oka suwati sideman

Stop asking is this puisi, no one’s interested in your answer

Ditulis untuk Kongkow Jawara Puisi di Teater Kecil Taman Ismail Marzuki, Dewan Kesenian Jakarta 14 Desember 2016 Sebuah sayembara puisi hanyalah een rimpeltje in de oceaan, a ripple in the ocean, sebuah riak di tengah samudra usaha kanonisasi Puisi Indonesia, proses yang tak bosan-bosannya berlangsung sejak skena Pujangga Lama sampai sekarang skena Pujangga Hallmark. TermasukContinue reading “Stop asking is this puisi, no one’s interested in your answer”

Sinta*

: Oka Segara and then in these woods is there anything greener than a woman’s cambium radiance a single leaf drifted to the ground a bloodless wound in the tree dew on the surface of the leaf as salty as river sand the language of life eternal and immovable : how deep do roots goContinue reading “Sinta*”

kritisisme anyar

dialog sing asale soko blog favoritku iki (tulisan nang ngisor iki luwih iso dinikmati nang kono): anggoro gunawan: ing basa jawa, tembung kriya (kata kerja) iku ora kaya basa inggris sing nduwèni wektu. tembung turu, mbok saiki, wingi, sesuk, utawa kapan waè tetep “turu.” beda karo sleep, slept, sleep. wong jawa mataraman sing akrab karoContinue reading “kritisisme anyar”

(Untitled – a fragment from Ida Ayu Oka Suwati Sideman’s Durawati)

at dawn single-striped footsoldiers banged drums did the heroes’s chariots in bright-coloured flags it’s near dusk now horses are trotting home, riderless a spear in the back of a chariot the flags down to half-mast From Ida Ayu Oka Suwati Sideman’s Durawati, stored for eternity here.