Papers
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Papers
Blackened by the dirt
A paper had been blurred
I tried to cleanse it
Yet the dirt remain still...
Awhile...
Another paper
Have been a dirt, there.
Another paper, another dirt
And a little torn...
No, you tore it!
Tore it over and over!
Plenty of papers
Cut it out to pieces...
Buy me another,
I'll take it later
My bin's full
Do not litter...
...end of letter. Period.




Paper, if it were a day, a period, an era, or what you call it as something related to a piece of time, is represented by a moment or moments or accumulated moments; the experienced one/s.
"Blackened by the dirt" is, simplified, when the piece of time gets another color. unfortunately, the color is black so that it blurs the paper.and another paper is torn, and "you" are the one who "tore" it. strangely, "you" buy "me" another paper.. but "I'll take it later"...
The paper, it seems to me,is a ready-stock one. and the moment of tearing it down will still on the future, 'till the end of the letter containing the papers. the end of...something. the finished letter.
Frankly speaking, the use of paper imaged white and the color chosen as the blurring devil seems to dichotomize the colorful colors into only two dog-cat relationship.
I'ts a note. a note of experiencing and ending the accumulated moments..the blur is over. the letter is finished in a full-torn papers. and the period?
a paper is not a paper.
it is lust.
lust spread its blood.
if i am blackened,
then you are blackout.
are you in?
or are you out?
salam,
amarah durga
the letters were sick
of the department of the skull
they were
falling
down
gathering
themselves
at the
feet of
the rainbow
pushing those heavy sensitive periods
down to the bottom page to perfumes to urinal
to sorrow-in-sorrow to the abyss,
rock n' rolling all night with the shuddering trees
beneath the starry phantom of the night
sexual sensations death a cluster of brilliant minds
beers of the last money a chicken soup of poetry
protesting the death penalty,
scrabbling themselves from Atlantic to Pasific from A to Z
from sideroad to sideroad to parks to street joining
to protest the blind heavenly oil to hospital to jail
to cemetery to buses to motorcycles to ships
airplanes from left to right of the graphical map
of Indonesian tropical islands which are Indonesian
corrupted tropical islands,
they bared every sober morning of the mind
commiting confessing suffering singing
for the darkest glory of the souls the ancient souls
beating through the Time through the Body
through the Eternity
they eventually got curable times
for any things there'd be Time
they eventually got textual smileys
for the textual smileys now in their graphical bodies
hmmm...the sick letter lama menyita perhatian saya. saya sangat tersentuh dengan tulisan kawan galangwijaya. saya dapat merasakan bait pertamanya "they were falling..." itu karena kawan galang pun menuliskannya secara 'falling' jadi saya juga berasa turut 'falling'. di bait terakhirnya saya juga dapat membayangkan kawan galang membacakannya dengan gayanyayang cepatdan aerodinamis...oh...apakah perasaan ini...apakah ini yang dinamakanjatuh cinta? galangwijaya, aku cintakau.
salam,
amarah durga
the letter(
is (are) even more confusing
than just a code, a sign, a symbol
since other complementary codes, signs, symbols
are attached to it (them)
the punctuations!
they are both spoken and written
even thought by
they are more pragmatic rather than semantic
they are prosodic rather than acoustic
they are suprasegmental rather than articulatory, or even auditory
then, why bother the letter(
?
there are miscellaneous of it (them)
they are both public and private
they are both locally geographical and inter-connected
they are both deliberate and arbitrary
are they?
punctuations!
and the paper?
is it significant?
the meaning!
or, did i do bad poetry reading?
ginting
I tried to ride on my pen and swift it back and forth until I make the right dot to make it a period.
Well, yes, I did find nice gestures to give it an end, but it never was the right one.
Weary was I then shrugging down of the table of judgement.
Well, then again, it was not the right end, but it was a *nice period.
*I end it myself.