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Schattensprache: May 2007
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007. Like a simple death the shadow of a clock tower stretches slowly to the village square. In the last quarter of an afternoon a man lies with his back to the sun and listens for the blackbirds returning to the hills in the distance. Arrest dusk in windows before the sky goes limp and the season goes sour. Above everything: tian, en couleur locale, streched taut, old and square, runs a ring around this mortal coil. Goenawan Mohamad, Kompas, 23 October 2005. (a kind of draft.).
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Schattensprache: October 2006
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Thursday, October 19, 2006. Untitled - a fragment from Ida Ayu Oka Suwati Sideman's Durawati). Did the heroes’s chariots. It’s near dusk now. Horses are trotting home, riderless. A spear in the back of a chariot. From Ida Ayu Oka Suwati Sideman's Durawati. Stored for eternity here. Translations of modern Indonesian poems (and some not so modern, or even poems) for the benefit of mankind. All translations, except otherwise noted, are by Mikael Johani. The God of Small Things*. La Doncella de Salta*.
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Schattensprache: May 2006
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Monday, May 29, 2006. 1945, February 14. Supriyadi led the PETA rebellion in Blitar. He saw how the Japanese forced farmers to hand over all the rice they had, even though they were running out of food, down to sewing tree barks into clothes, dying as romusyas. He hated the Japanese so much he decided to go ahead with his rebellion. From Kronik Revolusi Indonesia. Chronicle of the Indonesian Revolution. Tuesday, May 23, 2006. If I want to get out of this country, Sis, it's. Nothing's changed, just. A fly...
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Schattensprache: November 2007
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Sunday, November 18, 2007. Between happiness now and happiness tomorrow: a grand canyon. You, my sweet, I watch you smile as you lick your Artic ice-block;. I will decorate my love for you with cream puffs Coca Cola. This is a boot camp for you, my future wife: see if you can stop the tickling of the clock. You are an excellent kisser already, I can still feel your lips on mine. As you hop on to the buddy seat of my decrepit Raleigh. The dreams of this old man rocket sky high. The God of Small Things*.
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Schattensprache: July 2006
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Saturday, July 22, 2006. Song for a Good-Hearted Woman Before Her Fiftieth Birthday. 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 wall next to the lampswitch, dust everywhere,. Under it in permanent marker, "Romeo and Julia". What is it this time?
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Schattensprache: April 2007
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Saturday, April 21, 2007. It was a little too early in the morning to walk to the train station. The air still wet. The pavement reeked of pot. A homeless man overtook my lazy stroll. I reached into my pocket: no quarter for you my man,. Or your empty beer can. A pile of paper on ohms, impedance,. And the immortal flow of energy:. Forget the discounted airfares on the shop windows. There will be no more love in the tropics. And I thought about the Ancar river, yours,. Its own immortal flow. Along the riv...
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Schattensprache: May 2008
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008. The God of Small Things*. A Surreal Afternoon. when Sunlight falls like a see-through. Shawl Lipstick and Fuchsia Nail Paints,. My Mother's. Strawberry Ice Cream. her Tutu. and your Kisses, of course. hot. On my lips, cheeks. Wet, Sweet like Lollipops. I miss you. it feels like someone is pumping a Birthday Balloon slowly. Right next to my heart. i'm trying to paint you a picture, but i can't: it's like. Hope is walking down the street, with a limp i'm torn between Happy. Was fir...
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klik di sini: copyleft*
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Tuesday, September 4, 2007. Monday, July 02, 2007. Interesting Times Last updated less than one minute ago. Learnedly and single-handedly transforming the map. Till death do us part." Total bullshit. We'll be together forever." Fuck you! Bungaaaa is in your overextended network. 8217;nuair dh’ēireas mi’s tu gheobh a chiad sgailc*. Write when you feel moved to, in response to some inner necessity,. Attempt to force your talent. Let it develop at its own pace. Ta to sinds 4 da scribefiah magik. Kelih...
