When is around town when I live très isolée? Am I out of the loop or breaking out of here? I can still see the peaceable kingdom on widescreen evenings I can still see the chanai stalls promoting Egypt on their window displays When do I have to start worrying? I have forgotten Kiarostami’s misgivingsContinue reading “Une étape autour de mon ville”
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One Afternoon Before the War*
Ah! I see what you’ve got in your hands an afternoon in the world of LAN a sealed blue radio (The night returns for an encore inside a tomb.) Pray for finesse, on the branch of the arborio strip it, sing it, fake it come, wing it, into the river! Note down: three pigeons diveContinue reading “One Afternoon Before the War*”
gaya nusantara
jadi kamu punya extra 7 tahun untuk belajar mencuci piring direndam air panas jauh lebih cost effective dan environmentally friendly daripada letting water run dry apakah 7 tahun head start bisa disalip? mungkin bukan pertanyaan yang relevan aku tahu, skut skut aja sama aja tar hasilnya dengan do it tomorrow color note life is guaranteedContinue reading “gaya nusantara”
united
i came back for seconds but you weren’t there i don’t think we’ve ever met? i was too busy dusting myself off after every fall reading your blog it’s like i had once loved you in this city you make appointments to miss each other
villainelle deux
villainelle, deux* i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing no-mind in hyper-intellectual tzu-jan semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan life should be like that the empathy of burning windows i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing make compost out of burning leaves an addiction to delayed pleasures? semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan places get displaced inContinue reading “villainelle deux”
villainelle un
villanelle: – sembilan belas baris – 5 stanza tiap stanza 3 baris, kemudian 1 stanza akhir 4 baris – baris pertama di stanza pertama diulang jadi baris terakhir di stanza kedua dan keempat – baris terakhir di stanza pertama diulang jadi baris terakhir di stanza ketiga dan kelima – dua baris “chorus” ini jadi barisContinue reading “villainelle un”
SINIF
hidup akhirnya membawaku bertemu dengan seorang penyair dari cape town di pekalongan hi your name is rustum kozain if you were born here i would’ve called you rustam and i sneaked away from the crowd to take a photo of afrizal malna’s back as he was about to cross the pantura road inikah yang merekaContinue reading “SINIF”
ON HER TRIP AROUND THE BLOCK NUNZIA NANZIO CONFRONTED OZY, MANDY, AND AN ASS
the end the last time mike d. saw rob g. was at an indian restaurant called passage to india. it was missing the ‘the’ or the ‘a’, he cannot quite remember. words are just dead neons anyway, ha. the restaurant was at the back of an alley, with a blue garbo at the front, andContinue reading “ON HER TRIP AROUND THE BLOCK NUNZIA NANZIO CONFRONTED OZY, MANDY, AND AN ASS”
we
the sky is a strange kind of blue the sun a slow walk of light under water the only real colour the neon orange of a safety vest the pink of a sea cucumber on a pale seabed a wall of ancient corals had been split in two a pier in smithereens next to aContinue reading “we”
pyar
It was something I carried everywhere It is something I carry everywhere A kind of displacement from the world A manufactured loneliness despite of you A flick of anger would precipitate it A manicured sense of injustice Like a golf course blown by a storm I don’t know what to do with it Or whatContinue reading “pyar”
Divagyrations 