pergi ke rak sastra di gramedia. apa yang kau jumpai di sana? novel, puisi, novel, cerpen, puisi. kalau inilah ‘sastra indonesia’, rasanya tiga rak memang sudah cukup. hahaha. bagaimana dengan lirik lagu? catatan perjalanan? esei yang bukan tentang pramoedya? resensi film? ‘walau kamu / tak semancung / gunung-gunung / di belahan bumi pertiwi / uuuContinue reading “apakah aku berada di mars atau mereka mengundang orang mars?”
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copyleft*
seperti ini misalnya: Monday, July 02, 2007 memulung Interesting Times Last updated less than one minute ago —>learnedly and single-handedly transforming the map of Anglo-American poetry Make me popular! is a leitmotif “Till death do us part.” Total bullshit. “We’ll be together forever.” Fuck you! Bungaaaa is in your overextended network ’nuair dh’ēireas mi’s tuContinue reading “copyleft*”
from kwitang to kebon kacang. on foot. it took three hours if you wanna know.
a government that doesn’t take care of its elderly and weak is EVIL. school of government
north of batavia, south of heaven
i saw a lot of death. start at the coffee stall that sold breakfast of dark brown broth in a pan chicken necks yellow tumeric-y skeletons of fish all over rice. only the rice was alive steaming like the garbage dump next to us. the men ate quickly “drink! give me drink!” a man inContinue reading “north of batavia, south of heaven”
jakarta
is how everywhere you go you see people trying to make a living, people trying to live and you look around them and all you see is death. there, an empty plastic garuda peanuts wrapper glazed in rain water like a bright yellow accidental donut, a broken bicycle wheel with the tyre still on itContinue reading “jakarta”
Going for a Jog in Menteng: One Morning
Toeti Heraty Ah, morning jogs in in the city no need for a map, won’t do me any good— they’ve changed the names of the streets again. they’ll soon run out of names of war heroes streets and alleys, the veins of the city messages and promises that never go anywhere, aortas passingContinue reading “Going for a Jog in Menteng: One Morning”
Song for a Good-Hearted Woman Before Her Fiftieth Birthday
Toeti Heraty A motel in Kampung Bali a little upmarket, the sign says “Wisma” a woman nearly fifty, waiting for his lover inside a room, three-thousand rupiah a night. Stuffy. The ceiling fan’s broken again grey mold inside the bathtub, but the water is clean. Yellow plastic ladle, blue bedsheet, grimes on the wallContinue reading “Song for a Good-Hearted Woman Before Her Fiftieth Birthday”
there’s a hole in the sky and it keeps getting bigger
it’s like this: outside ak.sa.ra. drizzle pavement a family of seasonal scavengers lebaran aqua glasses a balita girl in a peasant dress a conduit for the electricity of the earth a brown plastic makeshift roof the cart the traffic a sick-looking grey tree the storm
Ideas for Life
i stop. break the soft stem of the red flowers hanging over the toll road fence. red looks good on grey. i drink the juice that drips from the petals. my hand grey from the dust around the stem. i move on. gondoks grow like gothic ruffles on the swamp. children fish with thin bambooContinue reading “Ideas for Life”
Nots
not the puddle of black water your dunlop volleys fall into, not the cold wet between your toes for hours after you had forgotten it ever happened, not the lime green shirt-tail popping out of her olive green pants (everything else was in its right place, even the gradation of black in her hair), notContinue reading “Nots”
Divagyrations 