Selasa, 26 Februari 2013


"Take me to the other side of this night,
Where I am you,
We are us
The kingdom where pronouns are intertwined,
And the sea sang with the murmur of  light".
(Octavio Paz, Sandstone)

Kamis, 21 Februari 2013

Yen Ing Tawang Ono Lintang.

Yen ing tawang ono lintang, cah ayu,
Aku ngenteni tekamu,
Marang mega ing angkasa, nimas,
Ingsun tekok 'ke pawartamu.
(If there's stars in the sky, beautiful,
I'm waiting for you,
To the clouds in the sky, my dear,
I'm asking, 'how are you' )

Jumat, 08 Februari 2013

Tobacco Kiosk.

Tobbaco Kiosk.
I am nothing
I shall always be nothing
I cannot wish to be anything
Aside from that, I have within me  all the dreams of the world.
Windows of my room
The room of one of the world's millions nobody knows about
(And if they knew about me, what would they know?)
Open onto the mystery of a street contiously crossed by people
To a street inaccessible to any thought
Real, impossibly real, certain, unknowingly certain,
With the mystery of things beneath the stones and beings
With death making the walls damp and men's hair white
With the destiny driving the wagon of everything down the road of nothing.
Today I'm defeated, as if I knew the truth
Today I'm clear minded, as if I'm going to die
And had no more kinship with things
Then goodbye, this building and this side of street becoming
A long row of train carriages, and whistle departing
From inside my head
And a jolt of my nerves and a creak of bones as we go.
Today I'm bewildered
As one who wondered, discovered, and forgot
Today I'm devided between the loyality I owe
To the outward reality of the tobacco kiosk at the other side of the street
And to the inward real feeling that everything is just but a dream
I have missed everything
And since I have no aims,
Maybe everything was indeed nothing.
What I was taught
I go down from the window from the back of the house
I went to the countryside with grand plans
But all I found in it was grass and trees
And where there were people, they were just like any other people
I step back from the window and sat in a chair.
What should I think about now?
(From; Tabacaria, by Fernando Pessoa, 1888-1935)

Senin, 04 Februari 2013


Nothing had ever obliged him to do anything.
He had spend his childhood alone.
He never joined any group.
He never pursued a course of study.
He never belonged to a crowd.
The circumstances of his life were marked-
by that strange but rather common phenomenon.
Perhaps, in fact, it's true for all lives,
Of being tailored to the image
and likeness of his instincts,
Which tended toward inertia and withdrawal.
(Fernando Pessoa,, 1888-1935)

Jumat, 01 Februari 2013