raumanen wasnt as good as

badai pasti berlalu, tapi kapan ?

sedan impala merah muda, memadu kasih di kapnya
vespa lambretta lambret segala

kancing copot dari dadamu, boleh kusimpan ?

malammalamjakartabanyakjinnya
gloriajeansdiblokmmalbeneranjualjinsgaya

everyone else has had more sex than me ooo ooo

i was walking along a canal in 2003 and i saw a poster for 'morrissey live in concert' plastered at the back of a gondola, and that was the first time i realised 'live' is just evil spelled backwards.

i was reading badai pasti berlalu two weeks ago and i got to page 343 and i thought yes, but when?

i was listening to sandie shaw the other day, her singing a song morrissey wrote for her 'please help the cause against loneliness', and i was thinking the song was released in 1988, how much money has she raised by now?

i was in the moshpit at a flaming lips concert the soft bulletin tour with grown men and women in bunny suits balloons unlimited supply of acid and i was thinking the mere concept of this spectacle is too heavy for superman to lift.

i was on top of monas one day and i looked out towards the direction of your house and i thought if could still see the curvature of the earth then at least that means i have not grown too disillusioned with life. yet.

i was listening to the smiths' asleep and i was thinking this song is not funny like all the others, 'there is a better place, there must be ...', really, moz?

i was reading rimbaud one morning and i thought perhaps if you never told me that poets only earn 3000 dollars a year (if that!) i would never have left you to become one.

unofficial verse culture

kamu suka slayer

saya suka anthrax

kata temanku.

lilitkan petai

di lehermu dong

kalau begitu.

tunggu aku beli

bakpia dulu

rasa paru-paru.

atau rasa pura-pura

18 ribu

harga biasa.

kota ini lambat sekali

rasanya seperti terbang

di dasar toba. penuh ganggang.

telur putih

atau telur soklat

aku tidur dulu. deh dong nek.

candi-candi

penuh kenti

sate kelinci.

rasanya seperti ayam

dagingnya putih

memang ayam.

sembahlah kenti batu

dengan serius

tanpa ragu.

minta kesuburan

dan ketegangan

organ vital. selamanya.

paling tidak semalam

deh dong nek

cukup waktu.

waktu tak pernah cukup

punggung selalu panas

di taksaka.

mari ganti argo dwipangga

dengarkan saut

menggila.

the orcs are ready to strike

sauron!,

chop the elves' pointy ears!

jadikan lauk nasi campur

di samping gohyong

dan panggang cina.

lebih banyak lemak

tak ada sangsang

sup gratis lumayan nendang.

endang

seperti babaganouj

di satoo.

atau sampi

di trio

dengan saos cocol kacang.

tidak ada puisi

dalam perjalanan pulang

ke haribaan malam.

dua pot ilalang

di bawah jendela bar

tiga botol bir.

lempar saja keluar

sambit bulan

jadikan sabit. selamanya.

sing, memory

tiga baris lirik yg akan saya tulis sebentar lagi di kepala saya selalu saya anggap sebagai baris2 yg ditulis oleh obbie messakh. karena itu saya sering menganggapnya dan sering bilang sama orang lain bahwa saya menganggapnya lirikus terbaik indonesia masa 80-an. dia, bukan ebiet g. ade. (dont i sound old.) tapi sebenarnya saya tidak pernah mendengarkan sama sekali lagunya, saya tidak tahu judulnya, bahkan saya sebenarnya tidak benar2 tahu apakah tiga baris lirik ini memang karangan obbie messakh, atau apakah tiga baris lirik itu bunyinya benar2 seperti itu, atau apakah memang tiga baris, atau dua, lima? atau bagaimana sebenarnya mengeja nama obbie messakh? saya ingat samar2 seorang teman pernah bilang bahwa seorang kritikus sastra, di kepala saya saya ingatnya adi wicaksono tapi saya google namanya ternyata dia sudah mengubah namanya (dasar orang jawa) jadi wicaksono adi, some change!, pernah bilang bahwa obbie messakh (anggap saja utk sementara ejaannya yg benar memang begini) adalah lirikus yg bagus dan dia (adi wicaksono/wicaksono adi) memberikan tiga baris lirik tadi sebagai contohnya. sebenarnya teman saya sih yg memberikan contoh itu. dan menceritakan semua itu. jadi bisa saja sebenarnya semua ini pendapat teman saya hanya dia kurang pede dan menyitir nama adi whateverthefuckyournamelah supaya kedengaran meyakinkan. atau semua ini hanya karangan teman saya dan dia berbohong belaka. mungkin dia gila. mungkin obbie messakh juga tidak pernah ada.

atau mungkin juga saya yg mengarang semuanya, memori ttg teman saya yg bercerita ttg adi fuckwit, yg bercerita ttg obbie messakh, yg menulis tiga baris lirik itu tadi. teman saya itu sendiri. tapi kelihatannya sih tidak. i think i do, still, exist.

ini tiga baris tadi:

'di bawah payung hitam

rambutku dan rambutmu

bersatu dalam diam'

genius! and they might even be real.

Notulensi Pertemuan Partner TDH-Germany, Hotel Raya, Banda Aceh, Kapan-kapan Januari 2007

What asses
these Javanese
are! When
they tell
you something
try to
find out
what they
really want
to do
or what
they've already
done. That's
what matters:

"nada senyap"

"pasir mengkilat"

"kaca berpasir"

"this is gonna be hell"

BUT I FIND IT STRANGELY COMFORTING
WATCHING THE DEEP SEA
IN POWER POINT

me in prambors poetry attack (buma thingy—edo wallad, il comandante)

Start:	Dec 15, '07 11:00a
End:	Dec 15, '07 12:00p
Location:	prambors 102.2 fm (jakarta only)

me reading these poems on 102.2 fm prambors rasisoniasisoniaanakmama, the next day (sunday) too, same time, or if not, saturday week, same bat channel etc.:

*La flèche d'or*

Di sebuah taman
dengan satu bangku merah
di tengahnya

Seorang gadis berjalan
menendang udara
di depan kakinya

Ranselnya berat
menyimpan baju tamsir
dan sekantong panah

Matahari menyala
seperti terompah
raja

Daun daun gugur
bersama
sama

Si gadis lupa
membawa
busurnya

*poem inspired by the mahabharata # 1,000,002,103,007,968,001,662*

seorang jagoan akhirnya datang
ke medan perang

bersenjata panah
dan beberapa butir merjan

bertopi laken
dada telanjang

jari lentik
angan melayang

penuh fantasi
besok menang!

di belakang pasukan kaki
si jagoan mengamati medan

formasi supit urang
satu peleton membangkang

sangkakala dari cangkang
panji koyak di tiang

di depannya chylabborak
pax dan lord of mice

di sampingnya yudhistira
nakula begawan abiyasa

di belakangnya
istri istri membakar dupa

si jagoan mengangkat busur
berlapis kulit ular

menunggu sangkakala
dan langit bergetar

tak lupa dikulumnya
sebutir merjan

semesta mengkilat
di ujung putingnya yang tegang

diarahkannya busur ke awan
dewa dewa pun berlarian

pekik terompet
dan jerit panik prajurit

akhirnya!
si jagoan tersenyum

panah dilepaskan
dan dunia menyala

bagai daft punk alive 2007
@ coachella

aerodynamite!
harder, better, faster!

stronger than anything
homer had ever imagined

si jagoan membuka matanya
merjan pahit di mulutnya yang kering

di sekitarnya
lingkaran hitam

sepi
tanpa tepi

tinggal dia sendirian
merentang busur kosong

awan lenyap
udara berbau mesiu

di kejauhan
tiga pohon hangus

si jagoan menyeka keringat
di sekitar mata

menundukkan kepala
memandang jari kakinya

sayang,
tak tersisa lagi satu pun pendongeng keliling

yang bisa berblablabla
siapa dia sebenarnya

seorang superhero
human after all

*tenggelam*

you think i'm dead, but i sail away.


akan kusetir mobilku ke tengah lautan.

kusampaikan salammu untuk ubur-ubur yang menyala

dan karang biru yang tidur

bersama kaleng fanta.


aku berdansa di buritan tampomas II

cover band memainkan arcade fire, tanpa biola.

aku berpolka bersama putri duyung, tak berbeha

kita sama-sama menjerit: laika!


di kedalaman seratus depa

ombak tinggal dingin yang berat

dan aku tak lagi ingin menggali terowongan

kembali ke darat.


you think i'm dead, but i sail away.*



*the pixies, wave of mutilation.

*kau dan aku selalu / baks duls selamanya*

dulu semua tergantung pada
jari-jari yang tenang melin-
ting papier yang katamu
lucu seperti kulit kentang dan

angin yang bersahabat
pada tembakau yang ruwet
seperti pubic hair pacarmu
yang bulan depan datang

dari brighton, kota pelesiran,
3 hours on the tube. itu kalau
ingatanku tak salah, katamu
sambil mengecap bibir yang

tak sabar. tentang brighton,
jauhnya dari london, atau
jadwal kedatangannya? tan-
ya udara di puncak gedung

femina. di sini, saat ini, jang-
an tanya apa-apa lagi. aku tahu,
kita hanya berdiri di pinggir
kuningan, tapi rasanya seperti on

top of the world! aku ulur-
kan tanganku, kubelai se-
mangka yang mulai berair di
matamu,* karena aku setuju

yang kurang sekarang hanya pa-
rasol yang tak akan menyembunyi-
kan melankoli buah-buahan di kafe-
teria tempat kita nanti makan siang.



*semangka berair ini dicuri dari Afrizal Malna, 'Menanam Karen di
Tengah Hujan', dalam Seperti Sebuah Novel Yang Malas Mengisahkan
Manusia, IndonesiaTera, 2003, hlm. 46.

*Re: [BungaMatahari] JKT:KMG*
by malaikat kecil

Kemang hilang. Dalam ingatan kucaricari tak ditemukan. Lost in memory.

Wajahmu misteri di balik tembok. Punggungmu tekateki bergambar pinball
machine city.

Macet, traffic light berwarna kuning. Tidak ada hijau dan merah. Transpose,
nada dasar berubah.

Trampoline. Pulpit. Guano. Potongan kemungkinan di peta kabur tahun 60an.
Tersesat. Kau marah

tak terkendali. Muntah muntah. Could you shut the fuck up? Scene berganti.
Scaffolding dan lelaki

tergantung sendiri. Rencana Pembangunan Lima Tahun, bukannya nenek kita yang

skeptik itu masih tinggal di gubug tanpa listrik? Sumpah klobotnya bau
menyan. Piring putih pecah itu melenting. Mercurochrome. Hidungmu berdarah.

Taksi, antar kami gerayangi jalan, siapa tahu Kemang bisa ditemukan.

*merah menyala*
by holiday_sendiri

jam 8.30 pagi saya keluar rumah. ada kucing berukuran sangat kecil yang takut-takut mau menyeberang jalan. tangan kanan saya penuh dengan dua tas. jadi saya gendong kucing dengan satu tangan. kucing muat dalam telapak tangan kiri. lalu saya beri susu di luar pagar. lalu saya berpikir everything can go wrong today but i'm gonna have my own cat. it will love me back. lalu saya senyum-senyum sepanjang jalan membayangkan saya akan punya kucing lagi. waktu kecil kucing saya pernah mencapai tiga belas ekor. tapi saya ibu yang jahat. lalu saya tidak boleh punya kucing lagi. jadi ketika sudah besar saya hanya berpikir bahwa saya punya kucing. tiga jam kemudian kakak saya menyapa lewat yahoo messenger. katanya kucing itu terjepit, tergilas pagar. jadinya kucing itu sekarat lalu dibuang. i killed a cat i thought i saved. rasanya tidak enak sekali. malamnya saya pergi karena harus. saya makan kerak telor, soto betawi, nasi biryani, kentang berbumbu, puding coklat. lalu saya dan teman membeli bando tanduk setan yang bisa menyala karena ada baterainya. kami pakai sepanjang jalan sambil bicara tentang perceraian. lalu kami naik bajay dan di kaca saya melihat dua pasang tanduk merah menyala. lalu kami makan mi jawa. lalu saya melihat ibu kucing dan rasa tidak enak itu muncul lagi. lalu saya pulang dan langsung menyalakan komputer. ada pesan dari kakak saya bahwa saya bisa membeli kucing bagus di manggarai. teman saya yang menginap juga menyarankan itu. tapi-jangan ketawa-saya pikir makhluk hidup dan mungkin juga cinta tidak bisa dibeli. lalu saya menulis beberapa e-mail supaya saya dikirimi e-mail. lalu saya membaca ini. saya sempat terganggu dengan kejujurannya. but no it doesn't make me love her less. lalu saya menulis i love you all the same di status yahoo messenger. tapi saya salah. perhaps i love you even more.

labi labi labil ababil

pagi
langit berbau ikan
kopi disaring di kaus kaki
coklat disebar di roti

siang
menunggu adzan
minum es serut
dagu menopang tangan

malam
mi asam
jus pokat
tanpa coklat

pagi
siang
malam
siang
pagi
malam
siamang malang

punah di pucuk nusantarah

this is beginning to flirt

muntah di multiply
cuma ingin pancing reply
mimpi kereta emas
pecahkan rasa cemas

SLOW NEWS DAY AT THE TRUTH

Shuffle Songs and Put Your Head Down

1. Old Battery - Guided By Voices

From the Devil Between My Toes album from the Box boxset. I bought it second-hand from this Hispanic looking guy at the Glebe Market sometime around two thousand something and two. It was still expensive. I think I might've waited three weeks before finally yeah okay I'll give you the fucking money dick. And later that night I saw him drinking it away at his local pub. Or I assume it was his local pub, since it was located at the indie suburb I assumed he was living in.

2. What Are We Coming Up To - Oil Can Harry

Really Guided By Voices again. Part of the Suitcase boxset I mail-ordered from their Fading Series Captain. Was still living in Glebe. When it hadn't come after two weeks got paranoid thinking someone had stolen the package because maybe the postman had left it outside the gate since the landlord was too cheapskate to let us have our own mailbox. Bastard.

3. You Can't Hurry Love - The Supremes

I also mail-ordered this. From a music site in Australia that's now closed down. Chaos music I think it was called. I had to borrow my friend Brendan's address for them to deliver it to. Then he had to send it to me who was in Byron Bay for a last holiday with my then girlfriend before I had to go back to Jakarta and she find a real guy. She was sweet and decided not to find a real guy after all and flew all the way to Jakarta to be together with me again but since then I've fucked up everything so I hope she finds a real real guy this time.

4. Bathtub - Snoop Dogg

When I first met my girlfriend I was a bit worried about her friends. They listened to this thing. But then we went for a weekend to a wet Batemans Bay and spent the whole time inside listening to this and Dre. Maybe they should've been worried about me.

5. Gray - You Am I

Man, why all this music from when I was wasting my time in Australia?

6. Watch Me Jumpstart - Guided By Voices

I have a lot of GBV. I am forever guided by invoices.

7. Absolutely Cuckoo - Magnetic Fields

Remember CDNOW? I streamed samples of the 69 Love Songs album from the site on the old computer in the backroom of my house next to the ironing board, not knowing anything about the band but having read in the descriptions that this album actually contains 69 love songs. I listened to I Don't Believe In the Sun and then entered my mom's credit card details. It's probably the only thing I remember from all the things I've bought using my mom's credit card.

8. Is It Really So Strange? - The Smiths

A song I always skip on my iPod. I ripped it from the Louder Than Bombs comp. I probably have another 34257 same versions of it from the 46572 comps The Smiths released in the '80s, when everyone was too busy hairspraying their ass hair to complain. Or notice.

9. Boxing - Ben Folds Five

I've never seen them live. Though I once got a free ticket to see them at my uni bar on the Underground tour. I let Henry, my best friend, carry it to the gig, thinking that the free ticket must have got a +1 attached to it and I hate asking ushers for +1 so let Henry do it. The ticket never had a +1. And Henry already got the inside of his wrist stamped. The bastard. (I just ripped this song on to my girlfriend's Creative Neeon Zen.)

10. Lily of the Valley - El Vez

Got into an El Vez phase right after my Elvis phase. The Elvis phase after the Morrissey phase. Going from Morrissey to Elvis after watching the Live in Dallas video and ah, so he got all his stage mannerisms (eg., the whipping of the mike cord) from Elvis's '68 Comeback special video! Then from Elvis to El Vez via Google searches on 'pompadours'. Bought the CD at a dag-y CD store in Brisbane, the man at the counter called me 'man' and had ass-parted long hair like Lee Dorrian from Cathedral. I went there the summer of 2003.

11. The Abandoned Hospital Ship - The Flaming Lips

I have no idea what this song sounds like. But I know it’s from their pre-Geffen compilation A Collection of Songs Representing Something Totally Stupid but Since Soft Bulletin is Such a Work of Genius I Can Now Release Anything from My Back Catalogue Even If It’s Just The Sound of Me Farting, I Just Have to Call It Something Like Yoshimi What A Stupid Name and stupid amateur indie historians will buy it no questions asked. Just like I did.

12. Meter - Ruang Hampa

The last song in the JKT:SKRG compilation. I don’t think I ever listened to it until one day I put my iPod on another shuffle and I thought I was hearing an unreleased Radiohead track from the OK Computer session. With better enunciation. But just as boring.

13. Dear Morris - Even

I like a band like Even. A trivia in rock history—in my history—but, maybe because it is a piece of trivia, with an indelible place in it. Like the battle for Surabaya (10 November 1945) in the history of mankind. Not a match for the Peloponnesian War, but fuck that suicide bomber who killed the English general was so cool.

14. Broken - Teenage Fanclub

One of the B-sides in the Ain’t That Enough single. The single came in two versions, each with different B-sides. I chose this one because it had a cover of Lou Reed’s Femme Fatale (which sucked, but how did I know, this was pre-Limewire). I hate this song, but Ain’t That Enough became a soundtrack for cold, sunset-y, summer evenings in my college room, a buddy love with H. who taught me the chords to the song (C-G-Am), a perfect life until I realized, no, it ain’t ever enough.
 
15. Stumbling Block - Ben Lee

Being Ben Lee is a stumbling block for Ben Lee’s career.

16. For a Second - Magic Dirt

What Are Rock Stars Doing Today was a great album, may be the only great album with a girl-singer who sings in an awful, exaggerated, Kuta-Australian accent. But I don’t remember this song was on it.

17. (Intro) - Sigur Ros

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18. True Love - Scavengers

“True love is beautiful, true love, everything’s cool.” Cool sentiment, totally untrue.

19. I Knew I'd Want You - The Byrds

Once a year, you’ll read a Byrds-revival article complaining why aren’t they more appreciated when Fifth Dimension foreshadowed Sgt. Peppers’ by a full five months. BECAUSE THEY WERE SECOND-RATE AND ARE ALREADY OVERRATED ANYWAY YOU STUPID MOJO-READING HACKS.

20. Mrs. Leroy Brown - Van Lear Rose

Bought the album because I saw the clip for Miss Being Mrs. in a hotel room somewhere. I must’ve felt lonely and sentimental. I miss being lonely.

21. Flat Tire - Eraserheads

I own five Eraserheads albums that my mother bought me on an Ophthalmology Conference trip to Manila. I don’t remember ever having listened to this song.

22. Atwa - System of A Down

Toxicity is one great slab of heaviness. Impossible to distinguish one song from another.

23. The Applecross Wing Commander - You Am I

There were times when I thought dressing like Koes Plus was cool. These times were sometime circa 1993. I was also smoking pot almost everyday then. To ease the acid flashbacks. Applecross is a suburb in Perth. Little Wing Commander impressions was a popular game among primary school kids in boring suburbs like Applecross. Tim Rogers, the lead singer of You Am I, grew up in Applecross. He is a boring cunt. You memorize band members’ names when you’re a boring indie cunt. (These last two sentences should've been (virtually) crossed out but this primitive Multiply word processor blah.) You know a lot of boring rock trivia like this when you’re a pothead.

24. It's Only Divine Right - The New Pornographers

A lesbian friend of mine once said that she’d buy a copy of Hustler if it had Neko Case in it. I would keep buying New Pornographers records as long as it has her in it.

25. All I Really Want to Do - The Byrds

One of their better songs. AND IT’S A(NOTHER) DYLAN COVER.