Posted by PuJa on Juli 3, 2010
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto At the dark night, there was no stars even one or the beauty face of the moon. Ken Angrok with his knight body was riding on black horse, broke through the nature of without shadow. He Attacked forward without any doubt, along with animal’s neigh. Scared […]
Filed under: Ballad, PUstaka puJAngga, Short Story
Posted by PuJa on Juni 21, 2010
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto The spirit of poetry before blown by the poet, it was still wafting in the sky of the spiritual of creation. How to struggle the light of feeling is so tired. Like water is boiling on the stove with the flame of eternity. Ripen substances of […]
Filed under: Essay, PUstaka puJAngga
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Indonesia, Song of Red and White my country where my mother lived and died giving birth to five deaths, five silent deaths silence of little babies lying cold on the tears-stained sheet of the bed all the dreams, all the hopes of a noisy future cut off and sliced by five angels of death angels […]
Filed under: Poetry, PUstaka puJAngga
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Looking for Charles Bukowski in K Rd shit & death is everywhere except around K Rd retro paradise of alcoholic angels & prophets of semen redemption its skyline has the colour of Timothy Leary’s rainbow guarded by clean-shaven Dunhill-smoking Tae Bo-practising Herculeses carefully assessing the initiates to the temples of Zeus
Filed under: Poetry, PUstaka puJAngga