the sky props up the earth the sky props up the earth paints itself blue with melting snow the upward downward flight of the soul the upward downward flight of the soul the sky is a highschool blackboard filled to the edges with scribblings ofContinue reading “Cruel angles of buildings”
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The world priced two digits beyond purchase
see pictures thru words pasticheur rococo chiaroscuro transitoriness pointilism divisionism primary colours so what if the land is less pretty no more seagulls frozen in mid-airno more dry harmless rust on sharp corners of rubbish binsno more uninterrupted carvings of easy-going open-armed sandstonesno more so what!
Puri Beta Town Square Junction Central Business District E-Xtainment Centre
The shock has faded from the applegreen of children’s water-spray guns From the hot-pink of ice-cream cones now pale like the palm of their hands The children’s eyes have lost their palimpsest whiteness The blacks acquired the brown of the streets where theyContinue reading “Puri Beta Town Square Junction Central Business District E-Xtainment Centre”
The kind of love you see only in movies and probably only Wong Kar-wai’s or maybe Mark Linklater’s but Fellini’s good too though maybe his love is for god not man oh and or Truffaut now he loves man and their follies but if i was Antoine Doinel wd he find love for me I mean I know Maggie Cheung is married to a French auteur but I was always more interested in Mrs. Chan and her multicoloured cheongsams anyway dan jangan lupa Kiarostami!
aku tidak percaya kamu hanya tidak sengajamemasak sirup wijen sebelangatapi aku tidak akan membocorkannyasuamimu sudah pulang menunggu nasi masak di rice cookernya kubur aku malam hari nantitumpahkan saja semua kerikil, puntung rokok, tai kucingpanggil namaku tiga kalikalau aku tidak menjawabitu berarti aku memang tidak takut mati untuk apa kau membuntuti badut akrobat itumasakkan lagi akuContinue reading “The kind of love you see only in movies and probably only Wong Kar-wai’s or maybe Mark Linklater’s but Fellini’s good too though maybe his love is for god not man oh and or Truffaut now he loves man and their follies but if i was Antoine Doinel wd he find love for me I mean I know Maggie Cheung is married to a French auteur but I was always more interested in Mrs. Chan and her multicoloured cheongsams anyway dan jangan lupa Kiarostami!”
La Doncella de Salta*
girl with coca leaves stuck to her lipseternal friend of mountain fairies her mouth locked foreverin a kiss uncross your legsdefrost what’s leftin the wine rack because there will be no more chichafor the golden childof the last capacocha *sesungguhnya terjemahan dari puisi ney, tapi dia tak sukanya.
Limitations (Doggerel Remix 2003)
Ceramic cups crack on tablesLowell would rewrite in a fableof bored urbanites instead of mammals.O he’d begin, soft, to intimidatewith the Greek vocative, long obsolete.I’d gawk at the brightness of his dictionlaugh at the arrogance of his fictionAnd my jaw would drop. I think of my headwhence my ambitions, a farce, should have fled.The steam-engineContinue reading “Limitations (Doggerel Remix 2003)”
lettres choisis #711 (arides the bashful)
ARIDES The bashful AridesHas married an ugly wifeHe was bored with his manner of life,Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might asWell do this as anything else. Saying within his heart, “I am no use to myself,“Let her, if she wants me, take me.”He went to his doom. (il miglior fabbro) But what exactly didContinue reading “lettres choisis #711 (arides the bashful)”
lettres choisis #712 (l’amour est plus épaisseur qu’oublier)
hey you, sebelum aku lupa. bayangkan gambar sore yang standar. kecuali awan yang bentuknya seperti tisu yang tak sengaja kau pilin di sebuah restoran, di pojok kiri atas sebuah layar, semuanya standar, kecuali awan itu berwarna kuning telur. di bawahnya, jauh di bawah awan-awan lain yang berwarna antara abu abu dan jingga seperti biasa, diContinue reading “lettres choisis #712 (l’amour est plus épaisseur qu’oublier)”
the great poet declared my taste was too bourgeoise
i nodded no master and stuck my tongue in his bionic ears.
sendirian membaca dan berpikir apakah Su Tung-p’o makes too much sense
kenapa tak bisa seperti John Ashbery menulis puisi sambil nonton TVtali jemuran kusutdi langit Massachusettsposter anjing Peking hilang‘we love her so much—Alastair, 8’ 1 2 3 5 discount the linestak seberharga kuncup bunga musim semi dan burung enggangdalam pengasingan dan pelarianyang penting adalah tambangyang menalikan kudamu dengan kudaku
Divagyrations 