the thunderstorm came and clapped
and passed through like gods
practicing my animal ears

until i could take a deep
and fearless nap
of dreams

i woke up wanting
just you
all over again

//

Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

but however many
as happen (tugchanein)
not
(to be) loving (eran)

and otherwise
through excellence (arete)
passed through (prassen)
those they want (dein)

//

ὅσοι δὲ μὴ ἐρῶντες ἔτυχον

ἀλλὰ δι᾽ ἀρετὴν ἔπραξαν ὧν ἐδέοντο

//

this limasan is not a terror dream
(or how i came to Potro Joyo House)

strange and for a few years
maybe 2018 to 2022
(i moved to Indonesia in 2019)
i dreamed mostly about a flood

lately we live on the sawah
and i dream of earthquakes


(what happened in 2023 was
the dream to build a temple
transparently that is the one
that grabbed me by the throat
that was a hard-yanked chain
to re-make my heart pounding)


anyway i am in a skyscraper
(in tv cities like Philadelphia)
it starts to quake

the building sways as i rush down
the stairs or ladders or chutes or waterfalls
until i come spilling out into the street


well my dreams are hacks

last night as i ran out i looked up and saw
the tower sinuous begin to buckle
and bricks were busting a volcanic bubble

as i ran down the mountain to escape
the expanding smoke and debris


this limasan is not a terror dream
i do not wake up in a fright
(no real nightmares since U.S. America)

but they are disaster dreams
just now maybe like working it out
or making something from dream rubble


and last night it was a real earthquake
not too distant not too deep a 4.6

our home is a cathedral of teakwood
beloved architect vernacular
when it jiggles his bending pillars sound uncanny
old joints of salvage living in the ring of fire


//

the maskmaker writes
like gotong royong
& Hong Ulun Basuki Langgeng
🇮🇩