Salmonlilies

Category: Poem

  • The poem falls…coming of (or from) the other. It lets itself be done, without activity, without work, in the most sober pathos, a stranger to all production, especially to creation. Che cos’è la poesia? (Derrida)

  • aku,

    menyusup ragaku dalam sinarSamudra,ringan sosok jiwa sekepingKupu-kupu,mencuri dalam sekelibatNyaliku,mengalir usap-usap membentukWahai suara,ayahku memanggil起 27.12.2023verse from 13.12.2005

  • Picture words

    [月] Reclining chair buoyant to cricket sounds [远] Fingering waves, crests rising and falling – stretching [labuh] 摇摇活

  • This poem is my ancestor

    Keluasan lautMenyesak dadaNapas terpautPada rasa seluas maut”Cinta”, Sitor Situmorang

  • random poem #2

    锦瑟无端五十弦，一弦一柱思华年。庄生晓梦迷蝴蝶，望帝春心托杜鹃。沧海月明珠有泪，蓝田日暖玉生烟，此情可待成追忆，只是当时已惘然。李商隐  the stringed zitherthe floating worldzhuangzi dreams of butterfliesthe changing tides and heartsthe moon is giant pearl over the oceantears, mists arising from the jade provinceshe, affected and bewildered,inscribes this moment to eternity.

  • All coincidental pieces fall and fit to a pattern

    at a lecture by Robin Grove, who on that occasion, recited Beowulf by Seamus Heaney, I couldn’t catch any of the words being a foreign student of English intimidated by any poetry, I just sat there listening, surrendering to the sounds It was years later when I had to teach poetry that I started to…

  • The Today Series by On Kawara

    On Kawara is a Japanese conceptual artist. He started painting the date of each day back in January 1966, and continued it till his death in 2014. The paintings are hand-painted meticulously, with markings unique for that day. There would be differences in the format of the Date, font size, font type, depending on what…

  • Anniversary Day

    Souls plucked as autumn leavesSilver grey is skyChildren of blue ribbonsbubblesfloats and toes – mirth, o mirth!shakes of milkshakeswholesome creamy,giggles and ticklesworld is jiggledo mighty wind!feet of indian dancersbeat stomping rhythmfast, fastsweats pouringsweats drippingin a whirl in a twirlsouls departas shooting stars (2005)

  • the poetic universe

    Elements moving, jumbling about, tugging, scorching skin and senses. Out of the few emerges the many: opposites, rivals, strangers, lovers, commoners – on the stage of poetry, addressing the other: “who are you to me?”, “who am I to you?” The split of you and I, the unknown to you and I. The ever subtle…

  • Speak it in Bahasa. Then translate it back

    Esok dan esok dan esokTomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Hari ke hari merambah dalam kepicikanDay to day, rummaging in pettiness Sampai tiba ujung akhir dimana waktu tercatatTill the end comes, as transcribed in time Dan segala yang terjadi kemarinAnd everything that happened yesterday Terangnya memikat orang-orang bodohBright lights attracting foolish men Menuju kematian yang sia-siaTowards…