poetry – Divagyrations

nibi-iro

you’re in rude health a bubble protected by maiming a universe of malice milk blooms in a gutter respite is rare death undoes so many glue yourself to your screen

sebuah lorong di bawah rel kereta api yang bukan tempat tinggalku, sampah yang menghitam dari api dan sikap acuh pejalan kaki, semprotan DDT yang sebentar aku kira asap sate, tidak ada poetry. aku berjalan tegap lurus ke depan, sol sepatuku kulit, hand-made, mengetuk aspal seperti bosan, tidak ada poetry. aku berjalan menggandeng anakku perempuan, menghindariContinue reading “tidak ada poetry”

canto cxviii (i forget the most important things)

#15, jakarta in medias what res ? ‘i am happiest when i follow how things sound.’ — im startin to get patterns tics repetitions the ferris wheeloff yr mindi get you cherry cherry cola i get you lil raccoon of my hearth in 1876 Rimbaud set sail for Java in August Batavia flayed his boots along MolenvlietContinue reading “canto cxviii (i forget the most important things)”

howl 2

how would you intervene how would you caress the sun how would you deconstruct an oil spill how would you dance in a field of grass how would you enervate desires how would you imitate a tree, a pond, an idea of stillness how would you recuperate how would you come to me how wouldContinue reading “howl 2”

Wongso Lemu

Your family not travelling with you? No, they just didn’t feel like it this time. Are you staying at the usual place? Yep, the usual. Pretty tacky. Maybe that’s why I like it. I still haven’t been to your place. No. I wrote about it already in one of my poems though. I said youContinue reading “Wongso Lemu”

mulk

I want a kind of plain-ness Your faint, pale moustache A cotton shirt Turbaned around your head I want partying And the careful gesticulation of mad-ness

pemancar

marilah berbagi intertekstualiti. mari main rock paper scissors dengan oulipoem oulipoemmu. apakah kamu bahagia pernah memeriksa the state of public laundries di rue vilin? apakah perasaanmu saat melihat stiker air gabon di jendela hamam hamam yang tak berpintu? marilah berbagi hati instead. di manakah penjaringan? di manakah muara angke? di manakah tinja tinja yang mengambangContinue reading “pemancar”

essai du monde

getting up in the freezing cold morning frost on the grass in the backyard at tante ana’s trying to understand macbeth i liked how lady macbeth was fucking hot in the polanski version

nicarahua

reenacting familiar scenes (from a home video) we traced the map of nicaragua to help us trace our possible futures the dead ends taking in all the cold and humiliation we’re on a different plane i’m tracing lines in the sand you’re rebuilding imagination out of vectors

i wasn’t the one who shot down saint-ex, rappelle-moi!

i know what i want now. i want to walk the empty streets of a busy city. early evening, orange light. a greenish river moving upstream. i want to go into a comic books store near closing time. the store will be unattended. piles of acme novelty library vols. 45-75 as high as the sky.Continue reading “i wasn’t the one who shot down saint-ex, rappelle-moi!”