: Happy Birthday to Her (got resurrection yet?) last night, we had a birthday dinner for Blih’s fiancée. having lived …
: Out of wood I come to, in a cold sweat, twisted in the linen sheet. These nights, I’m shivering again. As …
: warning label we have a few best friends every one of them wears a veil these are their reasons when one comes in …
: snowflake (light) upon moss were the coming ears of spring lets not sent ences this ill symm etry can, in- to a warm …
: ngaji for beginners toss your compost out the window here and wake to find a garden of impassables. the rainy season, …
: broken poem / ugly poem broken poem if this presents itself to you that friendship is not born unless somebody happens to be …
: just guessing (silly trilogia) fool me baby kiss the dice fool me til my work is thrice- done and death be (tenderly) well-come …
: Other-taught (interview with the maskmaker by his wife) living in a house of masks is not for everybody but it is …
: oligen orgen this morning i wake up still thinking about the different words for strength. and worrying if i …
: in papyrus oh my, it took you long enough and did you take it all the way to plant a marbled egg in two by two …
: Ophelia revisited my grief remains for the flowers, the herbs, the growth habits i learned to recognize, the pungent …
: fairytale of negation i must be spirit in fairy compulsion because i have always followed your “no” and as i …
: someday i piece it together detachment isn’t abandonment. balancing one stone on top of another heart to heart to heart. …
: ultimum addictum Yes, all will be so simple when everything is said and done. O beloved one — for now, I turn the …
: floodnotes in open pain stripped naked floodnotes you feel it too cant you why cant you nowhere i go lose what …
: Saxophone Appreciation Day a person is (still) a possibility of change. one day on earth (again) a kind comedian or a possibly …
: love language i am an ache of longing when you crack and tell me what to do and how on earth to pleasure you like …
: visit to a Javanese grave bringing flowers in the grey of morning we walk from the village to the graveyard to pray and listen …
: in the morning i like your look yet you make me better than i am with you i lose the difference between pleasure …
: not the Minotaur but how we have hollowed such a complicated animal your desire surfacing my darker ways as your …
: like a nightingale as we are leaving i am caught by a voice she is singing herself to sleep i touch his arm and when he …
: first impression (after 7 years) of Java i speak for no place but Java is an island of inwardness there is no welcome sign there are no gods …
: on the day bus to Java tucked into my cubby on the day bus to Java after rushing to get out the door a recliner in a great …
: lit dupa lit dupa yesterday tomorrow idle following your anywhere my sheer idol a curl of smoke for every …
: if still then before the dawn a certain rooster crows by press of the unseen a mountain moves the same parade of …
: desert habit i leave i keep leaving you until i am your habit of leaving and when you give me ways like the …
: take a good look take a good look i said arranging my body for you to see and safe here as any animal in the ruins of …
: mothers we are invited to mampir so we visit many mothers they serve us coffee and jajan the mothers always …
: complications of the heart from afar i survey the horizon of your heart there is a vast ocean holding a single pearl how it …
: discipline morning routines i forgot to tell you but i do them too imagining the softness my two hands will …
: just you the thunderstorm came and clapped and passed through like gods practicing my animal ears until i …
: stranger like desire you will come into the desert to know me you will touch me like a stranger as many strokes as many …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and if examining (skopeein) what is your own you have a thought …
: connective tissue in the human body there is the hard there is the soft there is connective tissue i feel for her i …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) so having persuaded you to be hated by these they set you down in a …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and of ones who possess (ktaomai) some other good they guard …
: will i impervious to teachers beaten by brute force fumbling my veil being a fool flower for you
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and (fearing) those who have been educated (paideuein) that they would …
: the cave moment i find myself re-enacting the moment i place my hand palm out and fingers spread as if to touch the …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) fearing those who possess (ktaomai) property (ousia) that they would …
: how can a knot someday we can visit the cave on Muna Island to see the ancient rock art the coffee cup the pencil a …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) because of which they turn away (apo-trepein) the loved ones’ (eran) …
: the momentary terrible i face the sea im drawn to play i face away im pushed back to the ever-war i close my eyes there is …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) for many are the things that pain them and all that comes to be …
: the legacy of Alcibiades i cant forget the mutilated herms and glitter-ruining the sleeping streets his point-and-shot …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) in likelihood (eikotos) you would fear lovers (eran) more // 232ξ …
: animal ownership i am in love with a real animal she feels strangely familiar she feels strangely kind i am drawn by …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) but that when you have given over those things which you make (poieein) …
: dessert first (so low) it’s the way of a house to wait the weight of when whispers / trying to squeeze the quiet from …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and when (as seems inevitable) disagreement comes to be and the mishap …
: i love living where i live never a dull moment immersed in your genius the gamelan starts at noon holding my heartbeat from the …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and surely if fear arises for you supposing friendship (philia) to be …
: beauty of change i fall to fragments in the pulling of your chain my ageing eye-bones ugly by the sea as always drags …
: freedom advice to where im from from where ive been when you cant see the room stop throwing stones //
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) but they dont even try to accuse non-lovers (eran) for communing …
: prayer for puasa the hardest thing for my puasa and i still struggle with it is not the hunger — i have been made …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and so whenever fae behold (horaein) them dialoguing (dia-legein) with …
: matter the season leaves the city leaves the bitter ending leaves i stay i stay so hard i drop my taproot i …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) furthermore of necessity (anagke) many hear tell of and see the lovers …
: fasted desire (lay me) her demiurge reviews the urge from which amaze tactfully de-mazed earth-maker of my demi-glazed eye …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) (the best) instead of reputation (doxa) from humans (go with) // 232α …
: proper fast (& thanks) dont give your body up for nought so reads the rhetors scroll on love now i forgot just who it was …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) go with (aireein, mid/pass) the best // 232α τὸ βέλτιστον (ἀντὶ τῆς …
: fast by you body of grass black earth body body of an ask three billion years four billion blades body yet new …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) but those who are not loving (eran) being stronger than themselves // …
: immaculate ooze until discomforts of deep oceanic trigger a sighing spring when the abyssal ooze in-twined fecundity …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) that they have not labored for them in vain // 232α ὅτι οὐκ ἄλλως …
: recollection of an ask on that fateful summer day when we escaped the tiring city by silly-door in set-down wall my love — …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and being lovers of honor (philotimeoesthai) would show off before all …
: in just the time i sleep in a living bed its not clean but keeps me fed its a cradle for my head while i wait the one …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) would be stirred up (epairein) by it to speak // 232α ἐπαρθῆναι τῷ …
: date night and an opened fast the bistro grows further away with every date the one at the end of the island where we go to visit …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) its likely that lovers (eran) supposing others to be jealous (zeloein) …
: golden ooze i did not know until i tasted your honey it made me ache to feel everything you did it made me …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and if you fear the set-down law (ton nomon ton kathestekota) lest by …
: original ooze this nights business sheer sky-falls of memory your willful ooze is teasing my soles your frothy …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) so that there is much more hope among the many of there happening to be …
: lipsblum and parfum ooze the cherries fell and placed their fingerprints between my feet like small mouths of a month of its …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) whereas if from the others (you wanted to take the one) most fitting …
: fast flight in the smudged aftermath of a hijacked plane a bird sits in wonder at the swift heart after so fast …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and so then if from lovers (eran) you wanted to take the best your …
: purple fast you caught me on your pleasureline yesterday a warning on the sounding sea-bruise of night at the …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) so how then when understanding (phroneein) well would they (still) …
: mere eidolon at sundown when you disappear like death is an unbroken sound my dark thought into your empty …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and know (eidenai) that they are understanding (phroneein) badly …
: foolocracy (city fast) clapped-clouds a-harpin angels and rude jinn as chooks a-cluckin pluck my messy ear but though hung …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) for they themselves agree (homo-logein) they are sick (nosein) more …
: katabasis on an intact plum as the violence of my storm on the exquisite valley like a stem-snapped blade draws her meandering …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) which none would attempt (epi-cheirein) even being experienced …
: the inward prospect of a delta once upon the oceans day an open secret rode forth enrobed in sheer sunsets and sunrises to say it …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and further how is it likely (a good idea) (eikos) to give over such a …
: toy o love let me be none other than your one by these spent hours toying with me //
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and it’s clear that if it seems good to those they will reckon (poiein) …
: fast miracle i hold out my beggars bowl you fill it with hunger i feed the hunger into my body whose organs …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) that however many they may later love they will make more of those than …
: takjil classic my mind is frantic in the hour before sunset when the annunciation pangs i hunted double by the …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) it is easy to know if they speak the true // 231ξ ῥᾴδιον γνῶναι εἰ …
: ahistorical fast you come to me with your fishing game your hunger for hunger i might bite to stir the turmoil of …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and they are ready by speeches and deeds incurring the hatred of others …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) that they claim they most love (philein) those whom they love (eran) // …
: of the lovely maker and the might of Achilles i think often of Achilles triple-shot how he returned to the war before his armor was made by …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) furthermore, if it is worthy through this (eros and/or the following …
: hot fast & the slow burn eat in the dark shit quest love fast sleep like the sun die like the day dream of your almighty face …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) but to make or do (poiein) zealously (prothumos) whatever they suppose …
: a snorkeling woman now as the horizon evened and was empty-full or would you say full-empty about the shark tank that …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) nothing remains // 231β οὐδὲν ὑπολείπεται //
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) so with such great evils stripped away // 231β ὥστε περιῃρημένων …
: come up to me there lie the outsiders who live outside eyes like crushed pennies come up to me and then close the …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) nor (do they) place blame for differences with relations (prosekein) …
: inhuman allusion (where) in shredded shadow hums her corners beastly nerve end-hounding at the anklets of my wandering by …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) nor (do they) keep count (hupo-logizomai) of the troubles (ponos) that …
: Indras net (what belongs to the familiar) around her head a sardine circlet around her foot mortality around her voice a glittering corset …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) but for the non-loving (me erosin) the lack of care taken (a-meleia) …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) they suppose long ago they have paid back the worth of the grace …
: adaddy (of lies) she sings full coverage seashells for sirens on oceans stews of roiling fatted wine she forks her …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) and attributing (to the beloveds) what trouble they have had // 231α …
: what belongs to the goat (a love poem) i dreamed she burned her poetry about me made me a bonfire of the unseen i dreamed she shaved me off …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) furthermore the loving (erontes, part. of eran) examine (skopein) both …
: reflective animals like Lalah love to be caressed at the bathroom mirror bending house rules by nature to be made an …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) toward the potential (dunamis) of their own they write well (eu poiein) …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) as they have deliberated best about their own things (oikeios) // 231α …
: somebodys already a mother several times over if tame nuzzles my hung hand tastes the lapping wave tastes dog …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) for not by force but willingly // 231α οὐ γὰρ ὑπ᾽ ἀνάγκης ἀλλ᾽ ἑκόντες …
: malefactions; or, postcard with a friendly beach dog for days i don’t approach the horn of the cove where the current sucks and turns uneasily and …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) but for these there is no time in which it is fitting to change their …
: benefactions a fisherman who found me shells washed down and rendered by the waves smooth spirals left in …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.) for those (erastes/lovers?) then regret (meta-melomai) what they may …
: Phaedrus: (as Lysias, so far) around (peri) my circumstances (pragmata) you know (epistomai) and …
: wavery as veils in stages of a jellyfish under glassy bladder of saran-wrapped water albumen tissue met me …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) that i do not happen to be your lover; // 231α ὅτι οὐκ ἐραστὴς ὤν σου τυγχάνω //
: Lysias at the beach in so deep shade those eyes against the slivering salt a nose by greasy telescope for seashell …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) and i deem it ill-fitting to lack these, by way of this miss-happening, // 230ε …
: seat by sunrise silver on the black sand beach black coffee and the inundation our face against the …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) and what i believe to be bringing together (sumpherein) for us, these having come …
: Phaedrus: (cont., as Lysias) about my circumstances (pragmata), you know // 230ε περὶ μὲν τῶν ἐμῶν …
: santai di pantai big ocean rolling here, nearby where me and my too luminous for my own good maskmaker are santai, on …
: Phaedrus: then hear! // 230ε ἄκουε δή //
: macros dear dojo, forgive us; we thought that you were really in training, and grasped the function of …
: Socrates: (cont.) take this and read // 230δ τοῦθ᾽ ἑλόμενος ἀναγίγνωσκε //
: the first time for everything and fear is in the river; a smile of teeth round rocks take shape to grab your unfelt feet and …
: Socrates: (cont.) and you, in whatever pose (schema) you suppose is easiest to read // 230δ σὺ δ᾽ ἐν …
: Socrates: (cont.) i seem to me about to lie down // 230δ ἐγὼ μέν μοι δοκῶ κατακείσεσθαι // dokein …
: laron pulse, on paper-smoke and shadowing; a word kept embers leaping, or whittling laced attention when …
: Socrates: (cont.) so now having arrived here into present being (pareimi) // 230δ νῦν δ᾽ οὖν ἐν τῷ …
: thremmata corpse pose again, is it for real this time, as i down to the underworld for Hades lower table …
: Socrates: (cont.) so you, stretching out speeches (logos) before me in scrolls (biblion), appear …
: a-courting, or the word used here we mampir with Blih at the house of his girlfriend to meet her mother, by his side, the maskmaker …
: Socrates: (cont.) for just as they lead hungry goats by holding out and shaking a young shoot or …
: Socrates: (cont.) you however seem to me to have found the drug (pharmakon) of my exodus // 230δ σὺ …
: the good shit for Petals in her present pleasure zone she’s rolling round inside the one, the good shit the …
: Socrates: (cont.) unlike the humans in the city // 230δ οἱ δ᾽ ἐν τῷ ἄστει ἄνθρωποι //
: consistere psst — the monsters are all in evidence over here many with their sights on you, can you not see …
: Socrates: (cont.) now then the spaces (chorion) and the trees are not at all willing (ethelein) to …
: as making do was worked exquisitely until worked out a nagging, no-good splinter, studied bit from the toe-ball …
: Socrates: (cont.) for i am a lover of learning (philomathes) // 230δ φιλομαθὴς γάρ εἰμι // Love here …
: Socrates: think together with me (suggignosko), O best one // 230δ συγγίγνωσκέ μοι, ὦ ἄριστε // …
: special delivery smooth now, that rough magic periscopic tragic midnight lookout pale arms out arctic like an exiled …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) so to me you seem someone never let out of the city, going neither out and abroad, …
: three to the face behind me, in future’s terrible mirror covered, its darker nature with a sparkling coat, the …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) for artlessly (a-technos) as you say you have looked like some guided stranger …
: sea-blew what left, Miranda, the wind fortuning you a Calibaning egg of Cali-bans or Prosper’s abjuring …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) appear someone most placeless // 230ξ ἀτοπώτατός τις φαίνῃ //
: Phaedrus: but you, O wondrous one // 230ξ σὺ δέ γε, ὦ θαυμάσιε //
: off what now off-white make no inquiry of the angel at the stop sign with a streetlight glazed in the pantone …
: Socrates: by Hera, it is a beautiful resting place this platanos tree is hugely wide-spreading …
: black earth again black earth again, dear polyvinyl ground my sticky firm dense heavy cell; as i ally orthogonally …
: Socrates: so it has been the best stranger guide for you, O beloved Phaedrus // 230ξ ὥστε ἄριστά σοι …
: held i grasp, i grasp, i fumble empty air my fever head green tea cat litter ache my cannot place the …
: Socrates: (cont.) that it has grown (phuein) in gently to the steep slope, sufficient to hold, for …
: Socrates: (cont.) and most subtle (kompsos) of all is the grass // 230ξ πάντων δὲ κομψότατον τὸ τῆς …
: sound returning traces undergrounding borne as open airing round, roots longing light commemorating leaves …
: Socrates: (cont.) summery and clear, it responds to the chorus of cicadas // 230ξ θερινόν τε καὶ …
: on pleasure: infrastructure & invective by pan, by puck or by Tokyo toilet, by Pan’s eye polyamorous, polyvoracious maw what …
: Socrates: (cont.) and again, if you wish, the good breath (eupnous) of the place, how sufficiently …
: cramp again the girl, again her edge of pain holy immovable inside the nervous frame and offering that …
: Socrates: (cont.) and by the girls and the statues it seems to be the temple (hieron) for some kind …
: Socrates: (cont.) by the witness (tekmairomai) of my foot // 230β ὥστε γε τῷ ποδὶ τεκμήρασθαι //
: cool the river touching one is touching two as ribbons come undone, the red, the blood we didn’t …
: Socrates: (cont.) and again the graceful stream is flowing under the platanos tree with exceedingly …
: scent no sweeter nothing making than a flower sustaining tension, fluttering on the wing Papilio memnon …
: Socrates: (cont.) and as she holds on (echein) to the cusp (akme) of her full bloom, she supplies …
: the mallow sea sleeping moons in a plastic spoon slip them into the watcher’s tea undertow and the lunar noon …
: Socrates: (cont.) and of the chaste tree, the height and the dense shade are entirely beautiful // …
: Socrates: (cont.) this platanos tree is hugely wide-spreading (amphilaphes) and high (hupselos) // …
: new years 2026 i witness your erosion through the glass my history disappearing by the hour and snow consumes to …
: Socrates: by Hera, it is a beautiful resting place // 230β νὴ τὴν Ἥραν καλή γε ἡ καταγωγή //
: hark to hear the tonic of their nightly play as love is changing eyes in light of day and who the lover, …
: Socrates: well if i distrusted, as do the wise (hoi sophoi), then i wouldn’t be placeless …
: my hollow your darkness and your might invisible to me, my pale eyes sun shy, your body at noon, under pitched …
: Socrates: (cont.) wasn’t this the tree to which you were leading us? // 230α ἆρ᾽ οὐ τόδε ἦν τὸ …
: Socrates: (cont.) but O sistere (etairos), in the midst of words // 230α ἀτάρ ὦ ἑταῖρε μεταξὺ τῶν …
: the goodliest all unrestraint, all treats this island takes by forest, mountain, mangrove or the beach an altar …
: Socrates: (cont.) by nature partaking in some part of what is divine and not feverish (a-tuphos) // …
: the seams of Saint Veronica i was digging in the garden i was rooting up a rose dreaming of a buried bone listening to my nose i …
: Socrates: (cont.) or to be a gentler (hemeros) and simpler (aploos) animal // 230α εἴτε ἡμερώτερόν …
: hot snow woman somewhere it’s christmas, but i’m here doing laundry we both know how dangerous that can …
: Socrates: (cont.) whether my fortune is to be some beast (therion) even more many-twisted (polu + …
: leaves like stars leaves like stars for wonder gazers scrappy chasers a hot day, here the emerald belt for kept …
: Socrates: (cont.) i examine not these but myself // 230α σκοπῶ οὐ ταῦτα ἀλλ᾽ ἐμαυτόν //
: corvid solstish i saw a crow, but not a city crow a forest crow, gagak hutan, Corvus enca her smooth and perceptive, …
: Socrates: (cont.) from which, saying farewell and letting these be, and being persuaded by the …
: Socrates: (cont.) it appears to me really laughable, not yet knowing this, to examine (skopein) …
: the white rose i. lazy lying O love, and your elliptical necessity O body, where my hand should or shouldn’t …
: Socrates: (cont.) i am not yet able, according to the Delphic inscription (gramma), to know myself …
: for his Crush sheet swatch tone cool word trap, well, i might be stealing these words sieve wet grounds out of the …
: Socrates: (cont.) and the cause, O beloved, of this, is this // 229ε τὸ δὲ αἴτιον, ὦ φίλε, τούτου …
: a mystery to me isn’t growing on the wood slat ventillation of our teak cathedral sanctuary roundish, …
: Socrates: (cont.) but for me, there is no leisure (schole) at all for these things // 229ε ἐμοὶ δὲ …
: Socrates: (cont.) he will lack much leisure (schole) for himself // 229ε πολλῆς αὐτῷ σχολῆς δεήσει …
: in memory of Oreithyia a pearl exposed on the one-way road demands a rocky throne her tritone howling unhinging the jewelry …
: Socrates: (cont.) as if consulting (chraein) some kind of rustic (agroikos) wisdom // 229ε ἅτε …
: my christmas tree by this typical jaw with four, six ellipses make up arboreal chipping ornaments icicles of twisting …
: Socrates: (cont.) if someone, distrusting these, will make each come nearer to a likening (eikos) // …
: diptych oceanic amechanica hysteriac at home woe! i am a not altogether fortunate woman my pocket seams with potsherds …
: Socrates: (cont.) and then out flows a throng of things such as Gorgons and Pegasuses and multitudes …
: Socrates: (cont.) for no other reason than that for him it’s necessary after this to …
: pink non eraser under fan ceiling by socks or slippers whispers inside the softest rain disordered bee bonnet be let …
: Socrates: (cont.) yet they belong to an exceedingly terrible (deinos) and laborious (epiponos) and …
: anywhere but poppies it’s there her pane of a window passing passages the passing offer to carry ten thousand …
: Socrates: (cont.) as for me, O Phaedrus, while otherwise i suppose such as these to be graceful, // …
: winter under wax & wick bottled winter under wax on church circle, dark december in the upstairs bar a brass banister slides under …
: Socrates: (cont.) —or else from the hill of Ares; for this word (logos) is also said, that she was …
: adding a note that Pharmakeia’s triptych, especially the part entitled “big girl”, …
: Socrates: (cont.) and in this way it ended up (teleutein) said that she came to be (gignomai) …
: Pharmakeia’s triptych trippy destiny true story: in her salad bruising days her myspace name was like a prayer, Pharmakeia …
: Socrates: (cont.) then i would wisely (sophein) declare that it was the wind itself of Boreas that …
: re invited / over hung well Lady Dionysia, re invited in his season of sacrificial eyes dilated regal and settle on spilled …
: Socrates: well if i distrusted, as do the wise (hoi sophoi), then i wouldn’t be placeless …
: if not, xmas I. fuck Sean Combs headlice scratching is garbage gothic like urban mosquitoes softballing curses …
: Phaedrus: truly (alethes) the strongest way for me, by far, is to speak however I am able; as you …
: the river lapis lazuli no, O shining one; blue is not that place where winter did reach down with hoarfrost arms bent bones …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) but tell me by Zeus, O Socrates, are you persuaded that this myth-speech …
: the lost marble & spice trade the lost marble news is, bad flooding in Sumatra; so i put down my pen, examine my hands and feel …
: Phaedrus: i’ve never really thought about it; (noein) // 229ξ οὐ πάνυ νενόηκα: //
: sambal tomat 9 cloves garlic 11 purple shallots 23 birds-eye chillies 3 tomatoes 1 tsp salt 1 Tbsp lontar palm …
: Socrates: no, but some two or three stades down, where we cross over toward the one in Agra; and …
: sticky i’m sticky after practice but i can’t shower yet because thunder drawbacks to living in …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) anyway the waters appear graceful and clear and transparent and made (epitedeios) …
: greener lunar & glimmer at dusk the unrequited grey finally weeps and as i light my evening stick i see a dragonfly, cool …
: Phaedrus: isn’t it from this place? // 229β ἆρ᾽ οὖν ἐνθένδε; //
: notes from Kuningan morning hari raya / upacara / island turning // take the blessing / by notation / if i may // Pak …
: Socrates: so it is said // 229β λέγεται γάρ //
: Helena at the mirror i want 2 read Aristotle with u in private in Greek i want 2 show u every word i want us 2 go slow …
: Phaedrus: tell me, O Socrates, isn’t it from someplace here by the Ilisus, it’s said …
: Socrates: if you would lead // 229β προάγοις ἄν //
: piscean field i dreamed i was a carp swimming in the moat that runs around the bedroom catching raindrops and you …
: Phaedrus: there is shade there and a measured breeze (pneuma), and grass to sit on, or if we wish to …
: receipt lemons limes Trojan War hijab silken breeze woken slant pigeon red of wing golden floor keepsake for …
: Socrates: well, what? // 229a τί μήν;
: forest and the heart i was walking in the woods when a tree talked back to me i didn’t know if i had died or if my …
: Phaedrus: then do you see that lofty platanos tree? // 229a ὁρᾷς οὖν ἐκείνην τὴν ὑψηλοτάτην …
: ground // ]little days ]the very grass ] ] ] ]never ] ] ] ] ] ]sweet arms ] ]washing machine //
: Socrates: go ahead then and look for anyplace we might sit // 229a πρόαγε δή καὶ σκόπει ἅμα ὅπου …
: my ruby eye O you, who have suckled her bones who have frowned at her horses who have fingered her emerald and …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) especially at this season of the year and hour of the day // 229a ἄλλως τε καὶ …
: the maskmaker’s wife (a prequel) true, i killed a spider on thursday it was counter-intentional, a blow i cried for hours about it, …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) and not unpleasant // 229a καὶ οὐκ ἀηδές //
: crack of infinity blue of a contusion, gold in scattered ribbons feel something real that is not another echo of …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) so it’s easy for us to go down the little river getting our feet wet // 229a …
: just begonias, today // and we’re hyperverse tomorrow; know you my lyre, my love, my lunar …
: Phaedrus: good timing (kairos), it seems, that i happen to be barefoot; of course, you are always // …
: the dancer when kindness is as kindness shows the son his mother’s body knows my eyes are from another …
: Socrates: turning aside there, let’s go along the Ilissus; and then we’ll sit down …
: bone teacher bone teacher, her equation is the cold bone teacher, antarctic demon i am told her negative degrees, …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) but where do you wish us to sit down and read? (anagignosko) // 228ε ἀλλὰ ποῦ δὴ …
: Junonia atlites to snap a ragged angel clutching stem the blustering breeze away with solar air her tissue wings …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) you’ve beaten me back (ekkrou-o) from my hope, O Socrates, that i would get …
: meaning // Junonia atlites on guava
: Phaedrus: Stop. (pau-o) // 228ε παῦε //
: this be a verse to razors and gashes and stabbings and worse no harm is intended and it’s for the best // 🕊️ …
: Socrates: (cont.) but come on, show it // 228ε ἀλλ᾽ ἴθι δείκνυε
: triptych of the dog // a cicak dropped a souvenir on me yesterday, savasana; it was all happening, pure rejeki, a speck …
: Socrates: (cont.) that while i love (phile-o) you completely, if Lysias too is present, it …
: the horse’s mouth teloscopically, my dear, are we botany born reading leaves, the pricking fear of bees are talking, …
: Socrates: (cont.) and if this is so, then think (dianoe-o) about me in this way— // 228δ εἰ δὲ τοῦτό …
: Socrates: (cont.) for i guess that you are holding the speech (logos) itself. // 228δ τοπάζω γάρ σε …
: semi-nude for a photo album their birthday was the other night the girls were going out; the grift delayed by getting ready; …
: wildlife documentary // before Phaedrus can speak, Socrates makes an accusation wrapped inside a …
: tea a perfect orb is held by accident the lip of cup, the curve of base, the lint a maker measures …
: Socrates: —if you would first disclose, O friend (philotes), what it is you have (echo / echis) in …
: the looper by grief of the dog in a blinded place he wanted her heart so he shadowed her face under cover of …
: Phaedrus: (cont.) and really, O Socrates, it’s mostly that i haven’t thoroughly learned …
: Phaedrus: therefore, so shall i create (poie-o). // 228ξ οὑτωσὶ τοίνυν ποιήσω //
: song for her my friend is brilliant, she lives inside a box her light is so strong, it made cracks into my house …
: Socrates: since i seem entirely unconcealed (alethes) to you. // 228ξ πάνυ γάρ σοι ἀληθῆ δοκῶ //
: talisman a cup of chamomile, my open wound crepuscular, flowers steeping in the dream her springing forth, …
: Phaedrus: Truly (alethes) the strongest way for me, by far, is to speak however I’m able; because …
: the emerald vine sayangku, this is insane! is how i called to show him my translation. Wondrous bending noetic might, …
: Socrates: O Phaedrus—if I fail to know my Phaedrus, I have forgotten my own self. And yet, I have …
: monsoonal triptych // the lurch and rumble of distant, compounding thunder my favorite season is surrounding me horizon …
: Socrates: (cont.) O Phaedrus, anyway—beg yourself to create (poie-o) right now, and quick, the very …
: familiar if i remember you, i was fifteen your hair was knotted by dirty difference flecked-amber gibbous as …
: Socrates: (cont.) But in the end, he was always going to speak, and if someone wouldn’t listen …
: Naysayer (Kuntilanak nest in a bamboo forest) This nascent key would never be a song; Of roaring cells, erasing histories Of sound, before the …
: I was thinkin' about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold // I was thinkin’ about diamonds and the …
: Needleworker Pierce me once—the crying; pierce me twice— The dying; pierce me thrice—my laughing tomb: This …
: Socrates: (cont.) And as the lover (erastes) of words was begging him to speak, he broke away, as if …
: Gold. Beef? // silver tongue, golden ear, Lover absent, garden near— The title of this poem is …
: Socrates: (cont.) And meeting one mad for hearing words, and seeing him, seeing, it would pleasure …
: Wet moon like neon blood, by graveyard stain, on finger-nerve, today; the sickle punch, by ghosting grain, on …
: in the goldenrod you have only a few days left, my friend. everything is slower— but also sooo loud. the past i’m …
: “Then,” he said, “O Simmias, those rightly loving wisdom practice (meleta-o) …
: Begging Season She’s ever spinning time into the wheel. Spidering her line, by inward feel— Triangling …
: Socrates: (cont.) And he crossed outside the wall, that he might practice (meleta-o). // [228β] …
: Notes on recent poems. // “Sideview” began as a dream I had, the night after reading …
: Δ Screenshot slaps— To ring a sucker. You think Your appetite entitles you To moonstained blood? And …
: Echo Echo is opposite the word. He is Mornings and evenly draws rainstorms down From higher altitudes. …
: Socrates: (cont.) and doing this, sitting since early morning he gave it up and went for a walk — …
: A sad update to this previous post about the earthquake. A building at the Al Khoziny pesantren …
: Sideview (for Sylvia) Nylon-strapped into the backseat, the infant Of reckless parentage, jaw-broken logic …
: Lessons from the puputan cw: (historical) political violence and suicide. Another passage from Revolusi (David van …
: History The end is opposite where you were looking. How— Evolving sexuality, between libraries Of progress, …
: Servant Tugging, the tusked equine, Weightier than I am, Was stamping and dragging Its hooves, stubborn as …
: Socrates: (cont.) But even that wasn’t enough. And he, managing to take possession of the …
: Like your house was a loose bag of bones— ”Revolusi – the Indonesian war of independence that began …
: Frame-shaken . . . wow // (all ok)
: Indigo is calm in his convalescence, after being bullied by the other roosters, relieved to be in …
: Indigo I found the true, sun-rendered into grass. Your crest was bruised, and bled darkly as wine, Unfolded …
: A guest reported seeing a jalak Bali, or Bali myna, one morning on our mulberry tree. These are so …
: The Myna // Sang Jalak The Myna So here we are, in this Third World. Palm trees, Rice paddies, machetes. Doves couple on …
: Socrates: (cont.) Well do I know, that when he heard Lysias' speech, he didn’t hear it only …
: coy loon, calico coy loon, calico cat snatched cake from the canang cinder coils cunning // Assalamualaikum + selamat …
: Socrates: (cont.) and yet, ( i have done ) neither of these. // 228α ἀλλὰ γὰρ οὐδέτερά ἐστι τούτων …
: military parade (no country for children) a block of human souls, murder of mirrors: organism heaves a moving multitude of cells, populous …
: Socrates: O Phaedrus—if i fail to know my Phaedrus, i have forgotten my own self. // 228α ὦ Φαῖδρε, …
: endives and mallows this morning, handsome as a child, touches with warming fingers the amethyst mallow. delivers, …
: cocks and doves is the sun enough for me? uppity child— little Henri, a cockadee, chases dovelettes from the weeds. …
: splinterwha the resource re- considering skipping stones whistling in crevasses stellar, hollow ( reckon …
: Phaedrus: what could you mean, O best Socrates? when Lysias, who is the cleverest (deinos) of …
: while waiting i seemed to hear a new leaf budding from outside, across the garden. i, pristine sat on our bed— the …
: breathtakes put these to rest, then i may never write like this again, there for the transition between one …
: Soc.: (cont.) nonetheless, i set my heart’s desire (thumos) on hearing. so even if you, …
: qoop (O the genius) a slick tongue slides around his marble curve. force never felt so powerless before, swept off your …
: Socrates: O the genius. if only he would write that for the poor man rather than the rich, and the …
: his very subtlety i brought my heart to work today— a careful accident. i wrote a note for you, pretending not to show …
: earthquake it felt like grass, before it felt like stone. the other side of flame, igneous black or tattoos …
: Phaedrus: indeed Socrates, and the hearing relates to you; for the account was — of our spending, …
: How many a desert plain, wind-swept, like the surface of a shield, empty, impenetrable, have I cut …
: as if i were a whitefoot nameless, the gentle landscape chose pointlost, ungiven, brutishly endbringer to deadset hunger, …
: Socrates: O beloved (philos) Phaedrus, whereto and wherefrom? Phaedrus: from Lysias, Socrates, son …
: silver robes of a rose rabbi (This 12-part poem is a reply to Wallace Stevens’ “Le Monocle de Mon Oncle”; Further explanation may …
: corpus so this is memory accounted full. the one, the final word they wrote, to lay a crying babe to sleep. …
: on purity for fallen letters, what shall be the frame? by what peculiar law shall corpses meet the living …
: a pewter chest for the silver robes already i have sensed murmurations of moving on. and i’ve hesitated. but it’s time to …
: believing and glass it was, the longing of vision. for i have always needed you, she said before the stone …
: zero belongs to no man i’ve heard of angels snaking down and up the ladder of your lust, like cats on herbs. smudged …
: though it wandered, this poem was written in contemplation of a passage from Rumi: There are true …
: proving ground desire is a world of promises: endings as sorry causes everywhere i look. unkind is my outward …
: nocturne the veil was flowing flowering like a breeze across the skin warm as light, so you anointed us with …
: for the hidden wives dog barks at the silence dog barks at the noise dog with gun or gavel dog diploma, speculum shadows …
: i’m not your brother “i’m not your brother, and i’m not your friend." Ozzy was never anything but human, and …
: incense of apples rosy for harvest the corn lifting her brow woken to see, to please interior pearls of vegetal …
: fungi in the filesystem event: it needs new categories. local zoology lately portends mycelial memes: “camels” …
: red stone here is where greenway unwound by time, by time. here is where salt, rust, corrosion the wound word. …
: deeper hospitality a hedgehog digs down, away from the wailing blight of amplified multitudes of lawnmowers and weed- …
: dissertation on the dot i am with i uneasy two. unripened squeamish. purple mumble-humble. pretentious piXelated. shallow …
: telescopic texts (avec "?") (12/12) now all of us have lost a taste for mince, the history of grinding, darkly, Adam. a schooling blade, …
: if you ask me (about Agung) it’s been a year without the mountain. comforter clouds continue indeterminate, forgetting to …
: statuesque it was her, who stopped troubling the land with niceties; stepped out onto the battlefield; declared …
: that hungry space where the tooth used to be turned me skeletal. a skull, leaking sand from holes. in a permanent …
: telescopic texts (avec "?") (11/x) dilated pools, star-gazed — surrender pinkly to phobia of frogs. if you dismember those bracing, …
: on bad days on bad days, the silence has more to say to you than i do. and yet every day i worry you’re …
: telescopic texts (avec "?") (10/x) a balmy chickadee alights on bough of jepun tree — gigantic, bristle-trunked, beatified — by tipped …
: i was looking through the paper, when your hand touched my shoulder. clouds parted — an exquisite …
: dead earth blues i pass my hand across the air before your face. your eyes don’t move. i speak of news, the …
: telescopic text (avec "?") (9/x) most oblatory heart, i bring you news. despite our deadly faith in prophylactics, resourceful Cupido …
: dissertation in three or four dimensions time is (only) a measure of motion. time is a measure of ( motion ) ( ( multi ) tudes ) ) mercies ( …
: hello, my name is Judas the men adore the butchered thought of admiration for the men (who do) for cutting wood to fit …
: domestic instability her furry flank rises and falls softly, as breath. the wheeze and drift of pink nose, neatly muffled …
: on the poet’s indebtedness to Black Thought a wild hare goes anywhere — quick as wind. bears, as scar, the scripted mark of trickster; wisdom of …
: telescopic text (avec "?") (8/x) if doom begins to seem antipathy, baby, you’re scrolling past the blues. that time of year …
: i was thinking about Bob Dylan’s “talkin' world war III blues” (lyrics, recording) …
: like sifting through guitars my guitar came apart in a dream, as the last feedback was dying out and my ears were ringing — i …
: telescopic texts (avec “?”) (7/x) suppose a parable is just like her — desired and defiled in equal measure. his chivalry requires a …
: i saw you dreaming, painted in stains of sunrise this morning, as the light was lavender, before the time of day. your dream …
: revving vibrators how shall i welcome you, into my dream? like a begging bowl to catch a metaphor for only one thing. …
: wild bird caught in an accidental cage the tongue that dreamed a frantic flute, that dreamed a silent, silver bird. my fluttering dream …
: tonight will also be listening to this.
: telescopic texts (avec "?") (6/x) we used to call you man of twists and turns, the dynamo — reckless, drowning, sea-rendered until …
: the big girl on the way out of your fiction, she burns many bridges. the sight of her like melting glass will …
: among cats we live between a princessy queen, a queenly tyrant, and a foolish prince. (Lalah, Jeki, Ismail.) …
: l'essence d'Hermès you think it’s too much, it isn’t. two serpents meet in a momentary helix, around their …
: disciplines against despair // sweeping no way. no, never, will you ever clear each speck of dirt. sweep from the deepmost nook, work toward …
: gospel of crickets new fiefdoms are forming. comes the gnawing saw, gospel of crickets. authors of books are finding …
: telescopic texts (avec "?") (5/x) can we remember together, after all or does my voice harden the picture frame? by being body, do i …
: Aphrodite's verb for a meme-lord don’t be gender-strung brother, grinding in a corner sexless repetitions. go limp a little. …
: Æ.5 (butane lighter) are you ungovernable, and getting hot — like me? we’ll be tempestuous, together. ours, of …
: not a monkey, but it’s true that books can take you anywhere. hunger roots you firmly in a body. reading, i …
: telescopic texts (avec “?”) (4/x) this spotless glass is not the book of Adam. the trinity you stole cuts like a knife. to be …
: Sweetie and Frankie she’s His new girl, when Grace is busy intensely mothering. Sweetie is the chaos maker— always …
: our stinging silence what are the things you know of me that you keep, unspoken? the secret me you keep and by extension, …
: lapsed momentarian seed fluff billows across the black mat (inhale jump back chaturanga) so much for so little for so …
: telescopic texts (avec "mon oncle") (3/x) O man, if you could see her witchlocs now, or what’s become of Eastern expertise. she is …
: a balanced order 2 salads 1 soup 1 extra nasi pure water (be patient) //
: the way of buah potong discreetly, the membrane he seeks where earlier skin defines still- vibrant pupal pulp some flesh …
: “hyperverse is like a handmade language model in miniature — but with intention and feeling at the …
: rendered even i’m no stranger to losing my oomph now and again all of you out there, the ones interesting …
: idea for the public-facing garden three fates with gigantic anime boobies Clotho Lachesis Atropos dewi of some stranger land, bodies …
: telescopic texts (avec “mon oncle”) (2/x) well, i make believe an uncle, dead and dear. less clear is fortune of the bird. to fly, to seek, …
: telescopic texts (avec “mon oncle”) (1/x) and did you ordinary women mock in liturgies of utterances contained, their lines wrought by …
: the carrion by Charles Baudelaire (original translation. cw: necrophilia.) remember the object we saw, my soul …
: small town lullaby the corpse is a house, nobody needs to enter its gift is apology for anyone not to be there yet it …
: mosquito milk she caught you sucking on her breast today, mosquito did you think she was your mother? a poet makes …
: snow white turning has the twinkle ever been for nothing more than to leave a loving artifact to make a deathless hen, …
: animal entertainment they were watching us as we ate our dinner the grazers and the gazing, directly we felt …
: la poule noire sans doute raven-wise, reposed with shoulders drawn her plumage welded closed to element, like armor buffeted …
: labor the rain is heavy sopping slapping shattering goldfish dimension water bristling the cats in barbed …
: still on the sawah reeds resonate as harmonies inchoate discord ebbs and flows like isothermal shadows or …
: they have all been mothers' days i can’t remember what my skin was like before i moved to Indonesia or if, back then i ever …
: dreamcatching is your weaving procrastination or bare art to chart the tempest of my heart make me be making you …
: souchong by golden-limned salt-watery night //
: how to watch the Eta Aquariids meteor shower behold pendulous drape of cosmic cat uncoil the breath where bodhisattva sat orangutan persuaded …
: the letter B a small stone stopped me on the way having forgotten & being renamed tear in the glass // insp. …
: Grace, again an observation about chickens they point (they understand) when (emphatically) i point (or wave) (at …
: prometheus over easy there will be zeal in your everyday, like runny egg yolks for breakfast dubious and golden //
: Æ.4 (Hekate and the swan) æ wrote you a poem asked you your thoughts you said irrelevant if you’ve not yet remembered …
: (ugly-) the sexuality of text erotic organs are the words its sweaty pheromones the children asking to be …
: these are the possible questions three that occupy all of poetry how to be poet how to be poem how …
: nothing loves better than a tree nothing loves better than a tree drawing to itself poetry consider its unfolding smile when i admire …
: for Ophelia (introducing hyperverse) she sauntered off to form a rebellion sugar bite, chocolate gift, round …
: Æ.3 i’m only here because of you, you said i said, you are your secrets too Æ is built and born …
: Aristotle on techne ἡ μὲν οὖν τέχνη ὥσπερ εἴρηται ἕξις τις μετὰ λόγου ἀληθοῦς ποιητική ἐστιν ἡ δ᾽ ἀτεχνία τοὐναντίον …
: ælizabeth is moonchild mother of cats mask-maker’s wife wholly enthused by gift of life dust weeper and dabbler …
: the inky i dream of an intruder in the house and i wake up screaming when they turn their face to me. but if …
: dog asleep dog asleep in the middle of the street i slow the car unsure who i feel sorry for homeless …
: if leisure (Phaedrus 227β) if leisure in the morning then spare me a glance if leaf-buds are forming then we …
: Æ.2 ok computer whereto and from dragging chains against the sun the name of both is Æ (orthœpy in play) …
: Æ.1 we visited your grave the other day how’s that thought for you? Æ went there to kiss the sky …
: Writing about “hereness” // “If not in America, maybe it’s a little alright. …
: a chariot is reply to Isthmian I, via Phaedrus 227β // a chariot is artifact entombed beneath packed sediment an …
: 3 cats // Lalah loves nothing better than to get her cat smell all over a freshly laundered human and then …
: body’s most wondrous lesson was turning raw wounds into desire as ripening longing to be eaten …
: broken machine of tentacles and teeth war is what monsters are and what they do monsters are …
: marigolds what a week to take vacation some time to recompose to get back from the deadness questions that i …
: a dream a dream swimming diving under taking a deep breath to do it not knowing when i would be coming up …
: our exercise as exorcism of time — the oddly-staggered rhyme leaves bruises on buds …
: The result of all this “intelligence” // (A rant) In these final days of the holy month …
: Ironically(?), when I write about fascism, my voice goes into führer mode. Take a deep breath, I say …
: It’s the middle of the night, I walk into the bathroom and there is a golden frog sitting outside …
: Contextualizing TESCREAL (a sketch) // in phenomenology as dialectical dismemberment: (A) …
: The anti-gospel (of TESCREAL + “AI”) // I’ve been trying to write something about …
: Crone wonder. // For most of my adolescence, it was my dream to study the ocean, and life in the …
: Eve’s ultimatum. // Do you see yourself (in his mirror) as The summarized insanity of Adam? Your …
: Notes on techne. // There is no eros in technology. (Technology is anti-erotic, Ending in the …
: her ecosystem the things you took are empty, cast-off and abandoned spells, porcelain and wooden shells, remnants …
: Ismail it looked like neon green beans, to my eyes— the sorry viper he regurgitated before my sweeping …
: Of time. // This was, in fact The creation Of the human — The first ape who took A swing and Hacked …
: The thing that I’m most afraid of is dying in anger.
: I noticed the smell of burning plastic garbage as I was in savasana today. The sickly sweet sticks …
: As if (walking along the beach) to pick up something alive and then letting it be alive in me.
: Ramadan vibes. // Cozy, calibrating, sedating. Feelings of sahoor. Being awake and only half-alert …
: (And all I want to say about this — His treatment of women will be his treatment of the world.)
: (Hand-holding is still a big deal here, too)
: Skin soft and worn like igneous sand into Her open psalm, they one lunation spent As sounding …
: We see now // the tools of tyranny falling happily, giddily into the laps of tyrants. These it turns …
: If the language model told you the truth, every answer would be “I do not know” or …
: (“Sub-tweeting” Babylon.) // “There’s no education here. There’s no …
: On conservation as (eva)nascence. // Comment on the first part of the shahada. // Prelude to the …
: Of course we come by different paths. Just because we’re all recognizable doesn’t mean we’re all the …
: If you can’t imagine that as a serious possibility, (and I wonder what world you see when you look …
: Kendrick Lamar 2026. // I was busy on the night of, but I’ve since watched Kendrick …
: Threads woven between pretenses. // A test I give myself, as I consider interacting with anything at …
: Moonrise III. Moonrise II. Moonrise I. // Seeking correspondence. (Purnama, Feb. 2025.)
: “Luckily we thlop-thlopped,” // or, And then there was the drive home. I preface this to …
: I am the difficult daughter; // I am also a grateful wife. Not just moving to the other side of the …
: Arrived safely to a moody mother. Well, she’s swallowed most of the beach. No place left for early …
: Anticipating ocean. // Speaking of water, we’re off to the seaside today. For the first time the app …
: And then we were darkness comprised of crickets, Resident textures of stars, witness to Unbound …
: Y’all were louder than the chickens today — But no hard feelings. Just measured words, and …
: Half-light sheds taste on full insanity; Pale lemon slice atop smoked opium tea. 🌓
: Early V-day celebration, here. // Relief and relief and more relief, now ready for rest and …
: The apps forecasted silence, now tonight The sky brings thunder. Hurricane or drought, Sheer …
: These complaints that barely taste displeasure Are precious and I hope to remember them.
: Like 90% of the words I’ve learned in Javanese I’m not allowed to say. (The solution to the …
: “Why won’t you sing me a song? I miss your voice.” (I love your voice.) “Everyone else’s …
: Students in submission. // A difficult conversation, a revelation. So much (of reading this book) …
: Tonight, as begins a new lunar year. I see there is beauty (also) in your invisibility. …
: Xenia on the Internet Another way to think about this is as being a good guest. For example. I am a stranger and a guest …
: Looking around the neighborhood, // as witness to the wreckage. A place where a hurricane has just …
: Unsafe Spaces and the Privilege of Peace // Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. I do not know you. Neither do I know myself. My desire is to be honest, …
: Black hen, her shining Shadow, sleeps in tangled grass. At home in hiding.
: The opposite of repetition. // Unresolved opposites permit no focus today. These times when it seems …
: A festival of purgation. // “Being sick” is also a negotiation between myself and the …
: Lifestyle tip. The best hairstyle (for long hair) for being sick in bed is braids. The extra effort …
: Where-from? Chickens’ Edition I’m celebrating, because after two days living on coconut water and white bread, I graduated today …
: Funeral for a Chicken It became obvious that Grace was grieving the loss of her chick. She remained close to the nest, …
: Video is everywhere of Los Angeles burning, still visible when we close our eyes. My heart is with …
: I’m sad to share that nu baby was lethargic and weak today, didn’t come out of the nest, …
: Nu baby. // So… life, uh, found a way. We tried (admittedly have been a little distracted) to …
: It’s gone. Doc said it might take a few months but I can’t wait to see how crazy I’m not. Whee.
: I finished Kim Stanley Robinson’s Red Mars // maybe a week ago. I really liked it but I think …
: Hormonal IUD side effects Something a little different, today. I wondered for about thirty seconds whether this was “too …
: Product misplacement. // Happy new year!
: With relief. // Does this seem right? It’s neither the power nor the responsibility of a child …
: Chanced upon Bob’s 2017 Nobel lecture, which made me realize a few things. 1. Being a folk …
: The first lesson of the chariot is maybe not to put the chariot in front of the horses.
: Goodnight, chickens. // I spend a lot of energy worrying about waste. I dislike waste. Unambiguous …
: Daughters of Typhon // Phaedrus 227β // Isthmian 1 It felt good to translate Isthmian 1, like eating a nourishing bowl …
: How to sweep the floor on a windy day?
: Tropical Christmas // wonderful news, everything is less empty than advertised, triple-checking our …
: Peace, love, and a blessed darkest and lightest to all including the swingier parts of the globe. …
: Just under two days without rain, bright and blustery days, enough to wash and dry two loads of …
: Just playin', again. // Although we can’t actually listen to this album, because when we do, …
: Just playin’ some Bob // Phaedrus 227β Σωκράτης: ὦ φίλε Φαῖδρε, ποῖ δὴ καὶ πόθεν; Socrates: Beloved Phaedrus, where to and …
: To fertile Phthia. // There’s a Plato dialogue for every mood when you’re living through …
: People who write about “Western civilization” as if it is one thing boggle my mind. …
: Hujan angin. // (Windy rain.) I’m inventing a new word, psycheic. From psyche + -ic, three …
: True news is rigorously neither bad nor good, but always on the edge of your ability. Do not smile …
: The young is transparent and cute, the old is cute and obscure. A cuteness metric.
: A principle of psychedelic science. // Am I crazy or does Kendrick Lamar’s latest album share …
: Isthmian 1 By Pindar. (This is an original translation of Pindar’s Isthmian I, part of ongoing work on Plato’s …
: I missed the obvious, it could (will) be a pharmakon. …It’s heavy mushroom season here, these days.
: How many honored fathers can the motherland bear? // “When your guru sends you to study with another …
: Sri Rejeki with laron. // Selamat tilem🌑
: With (sensitive) obscurity of allusion, the poet makes a reading go wild.
: Nothing useful to say, but my sympathies go out to all those who had a sh-t Thanksgiving. Here’s a …
: On American Thanksgiving // War on (the outside, war on) the inside, And (choose) from the flavors …
: (Can Phaedrus tell the difference between those two things?) The worship of beauty (Love) begins on …
: Diatripse // Phaedrus 227β Φαῖδρος: (…) συχνὸν γὰρ ἐκεῖ διέτριψα χρόνον καθήμενος ἐξ ἑωθινοῦ. …
: There is VERY IMPORTANT chicken news // that I’ve been trying to squeeze in “here” …
: Modern science may be better understood as an extension of modern politics, than as a descendant of …
: (Morning was enough.) // As abrupt muffling shadow, It slightly thrills me, when The sky grows dark …
: Trying to focus on leisure, // to put it as a question. What exactly is it, where does it begin and …
: Sitting for a passport photo // trying to figure out who I’m looking at. I’ve never been …
: On Introspection and Ideology // One Year on “Micro.blog” As prologue. I’ve been thinking about what Denny wrote here the last few days, and I wanted to …
: Veganism is the “indie web” of food.
: My head is buzzing with village gossip, // or the tone and cadence of it, understanding a fraction …
: One of Lalah’s favorite things is to use the litter box when I’m taking a shower. So …
: (Does this mean we’re all antifa now?) // There are two words for we/us in Indonesian, one …
: La sottise, l’erreur, le péché, la Lalah,
: School Days in Athens // Phaedrus, 227β Φαῖδρος: ναί, παρ᾽ Ἐπικράτει, ἐν τῇδε τῇ πλησίον τοῦ Ὀλυμπίου οἰκίᾳ τῇ Μορυχίᾳ. …
: On Vulnerability as a Key to Everything This post was inspired by the #weblogpomoama challenge, from Annie, which prompted another …
: A metaphor for the parts and a different metaphor for the whole, is a human being. // That old …
: I’m wearing a ruched tie-dye tube top, I’m self-actualizing✨
: (There were certain things that you kept from me.) // Rainy days lately, and buggy, with small …
: One might feel alone, or imagine oneself joining a chorus of the unheard. Every song about war is …
: Experiments in self-compost.
: Fruits, flowers, and one active choice. // I watched my husband turn the spray-bottle (for …
: Beautiful flowers // grow out of chicken shit. Sometimes the work is to see chicken shit and imagine …
: This may be obvious, // but as everybody knows, obviousness is relative. When the thing that would …
: Three yolks, two pulsas, no home. // Last night we ran out of two kinds of pulsa at once, it was …
: Most people who believe or feel like they’ve disavowed God have more accurately disavowed an …
: The (only) answers are in mirrors.
: “Guide of the perplexed sea witch”. // Certain ancestors were about to be angry if she …
: Sky from home (9). // Selamat purnama🖤
: I said to a friend that she doesn’t have to read my blog, at all, because she has a better …
: Something about orchids. // A mistake on a small road is easier to fix than a mistake on a big road. …
: View from the caldera. // So we’ve returned, after a trip that was at the last minute …
: Poetry is… the solidarity of the unseen with the vanishingly quiet. // Salam to all.🌒
: (Lalah is known in the family for being “a little bitchy”. It’s just the way she is. But she’s also …
: On grass. // One “touches grass” to better understand Homer. One reads Homer to better …
: Living with water. // Distant thunder, constant but low, and the atmospheric awareness of a storm. …
: The air is heavy with rain that didn’t come. // Galungan today. Canang on the bedside table, …
: This is a blog. blog (n.) “online journal,” 1998, short for weblog (attested from 1993, in the sense …
: (omg what did you just read?) // or, (omg what did you just write?) Every blog is a re-invention of …
: Saw too much, today. Soaking a washcloth to place on eyes. Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi …
: It’s like being a teenager again but this time learning to drive on the other side of the …
: Uncertainty Principle. // Always a new example, of me, discovering (through self-depletion) how …
: (Pleased to introduce the crone category to my blog.)
: Me, on me. // Feelings are like the wind and you have to adjust the sails to catch them in the right …
: Cold damp dark of night ascends, is parted, penetrated by light like swords of angels stabbing …
: Meditation on plastic. // Morning sun brightens bare arms, damp grass touches feet, my body aches as …
: Orchid and Traveller // Lost selves-of-sand resolve as empty time. As moon that disappeared, or star …
: Earthquakes, atonalities, and rice porridge. // We (here) had a pretty big earthquake just now, the …
: So that peace shall be our constant and only purpose.
: artifact // (this jagged) wish (edge of words) lonely, and a craving for being alone (came out) why …
: Anger, which is of love and loss, is a dragon (dangerous and dialectical) that you tame, and then …
: To the alien, from another side. // Earth used to be the most beautiful place. You could go running, …
: The cloud is not a cloud. Apple is not an apple. AI is not intelligence. (Examples of using nature …
: Verses of chickens, cats, crones. // We get her to the vet’s clinic and I swear Lalah jumps …
: I love being an animal. // As I sit down to write, in the bedroom, there begins an intensifying …
: Reversal spells, mulberry stains, and mixed substance. // Trying to understand everything as (part …
: Margaret Spoon // Peace is everything (but it makes her laugh), like rain showers that come and go, …
: E. says I look like a baby dinosaur when I sleep. I don’t know what that means. I used to have …
: Witch’s mane and chaos truffles. // I don’t look at the sky today. It’s too …
: Full moon, sudah matang, tomato consommé, incandescent orb with eggplant-magenta smudged-charcoal …
: Honeyed wafer set lightly into smoked amethyst sky. Grace’s nine eggs hatched into nine tiny black …
: But, Lysias // Phaedrus 227β Σωκράτης: καλῶς γάρ, ὦ ἑταῖρε, λέγει. ἀτὰρ Λυσίας ἦν, ὡς ἔοικεν, ἐν ἄστει. …
: More chicken news. // Grace got up to stretch her legs, today, and I counted nine eggs. I bring …
: Waking, as thinking, what we do with time. // Spending or wasting, as of fixed amount, and therefore …
: We found your footprints in the snow. We brushed them all away. // Chilly night here, the forecast …
: “Being Balinese // is so much upacara. From being born, until you die, Mas!" is …
: Living light captures, listening to “Soldier of Love” (by Sade), sight. From the corner …
: Little earthquakes can be reassuring. If it doesn’t little-earthquake for a while, …
: There is nothing in this world that is actually straight. (Isn’t that right?) (One still loves …
: Unexpected summons to a banjar celebration (part of Odalan) this morning, brief if frantic search …
: Emoji dictionary. // Sometimes I feel a wave of visceral dislike for emojis. I use them to express …
: Sounds of campur sari (a genre of music, translates to “mixed substance”, combining a …
: Peacock blue of eyeshadow on the painted face of a legong dancer in an advertisement on the grimy …
: Deeply-stacked blanket of grey on the horizon and a prodigal son for coffee. Lunchtime leisure, …
: Bob Dylan says, I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead I need a dump truck mama to unload …
: Laundry day and questionable behavior. // Midnight, distant crowing, and the helicopter sound from …
: μουσικὴν ποίει καὶ ἐργάζου. // Mousiken poiei kai ergazou. // Make music and work at it. (This …
: The Poem // Phaedrus 227α ὦ φίλε Φαῖδρε, ποῖ δὴ καὶ πόθεν; Beloved Phaedrus, where to and where from? // …
: Pan // (Is it) the shiver that passes through your body (to endings from beginning) when you make …
: News of the cold and the iridescent. // At night, Frankie sleeps in a jepun tree in front of our …
: Sometimes, to get back on the right path, you have to circumnavigate the globe.
: As time persists in circularity, I wonder (again) what makes this morning different from the last. …
: Full moon, icy white, concavity of clouds like a light-womb, and a visit from Blih. Unexpected …
: Birthday poem. // (A fool, having no knowledge of debt, does not choose their sacrifice. Nonetheless …
: (But not like this.) // Every choice feels hard, these days. None of it is easy. Even thinking is …
: Notes at the limit of politics. Winning is never the most important thing. In a political context, the most important thing is …
: Tropical winter. Reluctant to leave the insulation of blankets, but I go out. I place my feet in a …
: Dogs bark at a passing stranger, out by the main road. Some distance from here, but the sound …
: On a bright and fresh morning, with the sun rising-chasing chill shadows away, the sky is not yet …
: Speaking of exits. A heartwarming way to spend this Saturday morning was (virtually) to watch my …
: Anxiety is a small crisis of faith happening constantly under everything. Like lava running under a …
: Ha-ha, you fool. You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. Of putting too much detergent in …
: On the motorbike today. It’s nice to drive into the traffic, and then drive out of the traffic, to …
: Sometimes my writing gets redirected into my signal chat with my mom. Lately there’s a lot of family …
: Oh my, the pleasure of organizing your underwear drawer. And then the pleasure of realizing you have …
: Things from Today. // Frankie and Grace (rooster and hen) ate lunch with me and E. today. It was a …
: Tired and raggedy-of-nerve in the car ride going home so I took charge and put on Suzanne Vega’s …
: Or is it my country? Being a stranger, at home. (Bule di rumah.) Surrounded, protected, as by a …
: Slanted sunlight breaks through steam. Limns wet edge of concrete, scatters in leftover droplets, …
: Last night in Penestanan // Gamelan strikes bronze and sounds of competition, jumping (on) and …
: Still raining, still dark, still soaked to the point of saturation. May the rain bring the world …
: (I almost put two contact lenses into the same eye, this morning.)
: Chaotic maneuvers this morning after certain equipment, which had been broken for a long time, …
: For us. // A dark day, cold and rainy and the atmosphere got funereal for a minute, which it does …
: Wijaya kusuma (7). // Clarity.
: Showering. A spider came dangling down from the ceiling, right in front of my face. A smooth …
: Music is artificial intelligence. (Anyone who says differently is selling something.) (Or are …
: Beat on the kul-kul summons people to the pura this morning and gamelan starts for the ceremony. …
: Beginning again with a tentative rhythm. Afternoon sun, slanted, partial, and hot, with persimmons …
: Wijaya kusuma (6). // Indecision.
: I found the Margaret spoon when I was packing the wardrobe, I mentioned it to my mother and she was …
: Under rain again. Big grey above, sucking sponge beneath, birdcall from all corners. Everyone wants …
: Emptying the wardrobe. // (Finally.) Piece by piece sorting clothes (and other things) into …
: Wijaya kusuma (5). // Not yet.
: Paranormal. // Beady black ants, small and matte and anonymous-looking, crowd around some coconut …
: An interesting thing, about (poetry, and) prayer, is how it can’t be reverse engineered. …
: Waking up back in the old, time-wise upside-down, and a sense that all observations will be …
: Through it all, he promises to wait. The storm has passed. He opens, and she puts her face against …
: Every metaphor about the moon (is) also a metaphor about the sun. And a metaphor about a star. (And …
: Night in cloud. With sounds of water surrounding, an evolution from gerimis (drizzle) to soft patter …
: Sun Salutation. // Grey morning with here and there spots of rain, where shaded distances contour …
: Star-crushed velvet of night song. A dog barking, distant concern. Chilly, under blanket, eardrums …
: Moving house starts today, according to the island gods. Ceremony this morning, awake before dawn to …
: Thoughts fallen into all the wrong places, as if settled into gutters, now stuck there glaring back …
: Battlegrounds at borders, clashing signs, // have me wondering this morning, are we artworks or …
: And everything remains equally important.
: Blustery when I enter the bale today, trees tossed and swaying arhythmically down through their …
: Bismillah Hir Rahman Nir Rahim. Blessed Eid to all who observe. // Today (here) Muslims celebrate …
: Less traffic and an overall hush in the neighborhood today. A thick ceiling of clouds holds the …
: Awake, not yet twilight, cats causing chaos. I cover eyes, determined to go back. (Wow, it worked.) …
: Blood on the Tracks is the sun of my Bob Dylan universe. Desire is the moon. (Welcome to Bob Dylan …
: Given the Anthropocene, a weather report in its accuracy becomes a poem. Instead of saying “It …
: Lalah easily wins the pretty prize but/and as a model she is very tummy-forward.
: Indeterminate clear, nice day for a Saturday morning, a modest tower, safe, from which to see. Last …
: It’s like this: being of your body, and sensing (with) the ghost of past body, and sensing (with) …
: Woken by earthquake. Between clean sheets, a brief interval of (probably insufficient) alertness. …
: Now is the time of the lunar month when I start having (noticing) the darker feelings. (Also. Random …
: Last night, beneath a sky full of stars. Crickets and tongaret and frogs of a hundred voices, night …
: Amber citrine on midnight velvet smiling surprised me above the tree line as we left to see what the …
: Repetitive, slow single bangs from a place behind, across the small concrete waterway, that delivers …
: Sometimes the scent of a pale peach rose is the cool feeling on your cheek of the breeze blowing …
: Intensification and a crushing-in by sound that triggers claustrophobia. Awake in dark. Loudness …
: Finally, all are home. Precipitation never stopped. Heavy mood of endless rain, (which oddly doesn’t …
: Morning of puddles, drips, gurgles, the persistent lap and blur of water on glass, glossy leaves …
: Sound of rain, to look up, and admit that morning’s reverie is over. The incense of an …
: Blue is the moon in her transparency, And dark the sky, when she looks to the star Without whom we …
: (To be clear, the witch does not advocate cooking kittens. She means cats, metaphorically.)
: Stirring the cauldron. // Today is the last day of the waning crescent and it seems I am borrowing …
: Spider practice. // Not just the weaving of her web, a trap and a home and a cosmos and a sort of …
: That was a little witchy, wasn’t it.
: But cats are only ever half-tame and you’re never sure which half is in play, which one aflame. …
: I guess I live now in a world of rain. Always about to rain, and sometimes does, and if I wash …
: From one perspective, by falling back asleep this morning, after feeding the cats, I wasted half the …
: It started with the ants. The ants are being pesky today, (small beady black ones), doing this thing …
: Easy gloom, gentle periods of rain, and barely a transition from sleep. Or at all. Water, earth, …
: A funny thing is when a meow turns into a yawn.
: As I was a girl in school, and a lover of astronomy, I did a library research project on black …
: Learning to discern between hunger that’s sick and hunger that’s healthy. (Patho-logical and… …
: Unusual calm this morning, absence of demand. (Explained later by the fact, which I missed, I was …
: A day spent adjusting between conflicted places and moods. Driving through Denpasar in Sweet Orange, …
: Anger in writing becomes virulent. It never tires and lacks feeling for when to stop. Rage without …
: There’s something I have to write about but it’s giving me a hard time. It feels like …
: So cloudy this morning that the air gets darker as the sun rises. Everything outside is dripping …
: I imagine extra-terrestrial aliens wouldn’t really get a lot of Earth-based humor, but I do think …
: Blood on my hands at the start of the day, nothing to worry, just small cat drama, but the flood of …
: Considering alternate forms of “community”. Community of the silent, of the invisible, …
: Wanted: a good-faith, non-circular definition for “artificial intelligence”. A …
: I went shopping today. // Complex decisions involving many moving parts, external limiting factors, …
: My hair looks really fantastic today. Sometimes in sunlight it appears almost pink. Cornhusk and …
: Therefore, the weight of Ish on my legs. (Still full belly from the night before?) The gentle snore …
: Awake before wanting to be awake, noticing the untenable. Eyes dry, in the dark, fingers sore from a …
: Parable of the Cage // G. brought a songbird over from Java, (a murai batu/white-rumped shama), …
: There are no computers in Sweet Orange, G.’s truck, I noticed as I climbed in today. It could …
: Sun falling, light lengthens, sounds of tongaret (cicada) sawing away in hedgerows. The big sky in …
: …this, to the extent that when colonizers came to the island and saw someone speaking with a …
: …many I’ve spoken with over the years (students, family, colleagues, friends) have this very …
: I was floating in emptiness, no light, only the sound of heavy rain. Body weightless, cocooned. It …
: Related, from what I can observe, pesantren provide really good husband training. There’s a folk …
: Oh, there was a little anger left. I had a chat with A., who is one of my oldest friends, through no …
: Woke up to terrible news about someone from my past. A trusted person was not to be trusted. …
: A few days ago I lit an incense stick in the bathroom and as I shook out the flame a mosquito was …
: When I write “you”, I almost always mean myself, from 2 days ago. (Or 2 weeks ago. Or 2 years ago, …
: Mentioned I wanted some roses for the “Moms’ garden” and E. comes back with twenty-three rose …
: Walking Through Walls (3/3) // Phaedrus 227α-β Poros (and Poiesis) and Socrates (and Student) Socrates is famous (then and now) for being without, …
: To understand the meaning of rain here, it’s useful to know that we live half outside. This is …
: These dark, rainy mornings encourage prolonged sleep, retreating back to bed, the world outside loud …
: Walking Through Walls (2/3) // Phaedrus 227α-β It isn’t trivial, from a human perspective, to translate words that are two-thousand years old. To …
: Amateur comes from French and Latin words that mean “one who loves”, …
: Walking Through Walls (1/3) // Phaedrus 227α-β Φαῖδρος: παρὰ Λυσίου, ὦ Σώκρατες, τοῦ Κεφάλου, πορεύομαι δὲ πρὸς περίπατον ἔξω …
: My younger sister’s birthday was several days ago (same day I got stitches). She and I are …
: These past few days, I’ve been on hiatus from yoga practice (twas a minor medical procedure …
: Sri Rejeki, 3/2021. (unputdownable)
: An unpleasant thing just happened. I put on some socks. I started having intense itching around my …
: I learned the other night that my husband never took a selfie before he took one for me. (There was …
: At first I thought it wouldn’t bother me, but increasingly it does, that whenever I encounter …
: The cats are smothering me and literally making it impossible to type. They look at me like …
: E. says “I am from Pesantren” the way Mystique Summers said “I am from …
: On the road, memories of Java. Baluran a looming shadow on the left, Ijen somewhere to the right, …
: Substance, subject, surprise.
: They were there for hours. Taking turns, back and forth, one posing while the other took a picture. …
: To the boy who grew up in a house of mirrors. Who learned from the start that you can’t see …
: Maybe someday I will share the story of how H. saved my life. I otherwise don’t know how to …
: Here is an irony of anonymity, that anybody who knows you, will know that it’s you!
: The beach is crowded with people, fully covered, women veiled. The waves are too strong to go in. …
: The morning after a big (for me!) family picnic at the beach. My mind is full of words that I …
: Leftover notes from yesterday, recorded with morning coffee today. // We met a guardian of the path …
: Orang gunung/mountain person.
: We wake up at 3 to reach Tengger before sunrise. G. drives me and E. in his truck, called …
: Birds singing in the garden to the sounds of Zuhr, the mid-day prayer, being sung from the mosque.
: (Head spinning), after dark. Warm welcome, quiet children, fragrant oolong tea. This desire to …
: Mid-morning, over water. Parked behind two coconut trucks. We get out and seek a shady spot. School …
: Travel day. Cotton candy sunrise. The whole back seat of the car to myself, that’s nice. Out the …
: Delayed departures and I notice Bali before leaving, or rather Balis, there being so many. The cocks …
: The camera and the scarf are talismans, same as the polished carnelian I carry in my bag, the one …
: Early morning boys (3/3). (transcendence)
: There’s something wonderful even about terrible art projects!
: Waking up to a day of preparation, packing, for a week of unpredictable travel and …
: How I keep dipping my feet into rivers when I should be focusing on the name of Zeus.
: I have never been a flaneur but a peripatetic, yes. Reading, and remembering the claustrophobia I …
: A long day. Supporting E. through pukesmas visit (a minor but unexpectedly painful procedure) and …
: A trip to the local pukesmas (health center) reminds me what a privilege it is to have access e.g. …
: Thought I might clarify, the reason I dislike filing taxes isn’t because I have a problem with …
: From the inside, from the outside. // Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror during yoga today. …
: A little Baudelaire in the morning to get you clean and contrary and ready for the day.
: I wake. That small spirits of chaos have somewhat dis-ordered the room. Dirty clothes strewn, a …
: Saturday morning “rest day” but what is the right music for filing taxes, not-quite-numbness to …
: (To be clear, we don’t live there yet, but hopefully in a month or two, and maybe the photo is a …
: Riding on the motorbike today. Each ravine a separate pocket, a whoosh of cloud and passing rain on …
: Just shook out my long sleeve shirt before putting it on and a giant earwig came out of it, so… glad …
: I keep getting ahead of myself and while that might be good for future me, it doesn’t really help …
: Good morning to all who celebrate. I want to tell you that I do not like “fun facts”. I don’t like …
: Please find alternative ways to listen, don’t stream etc., because his catalogue is owned by …
: Soundtrack tonight is “Popular Problems” by Leonard Cohen. Didn’t like “Slow” when I first heard it …
: Ah, the ecstatic occupation of finding the words for you!
: The indulgence of sleeping through breakfast, sleeping and not just napping, enough sleep turns the …
: Our mudik will be late this year, for “reasons”, we won’t go to Java until next week. A little sad …
: Do not go to war against ants; you will never win.
: Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Selamat hari raya Idul Fitri🌙 In Indonesia it’s time for Muslims to …
: Sri Rejeki with crispy leaf.
: Past 8pm here and over 240 million Indonesian Muslims are still waiting to hear if they can eat …
: Finished third day of yoga (switched rest day to Eid), feeling strong, fed and watered myself, …
: Jeki plays with a huge bendo leaf (artocarpus elasticus) that came down in yesterday’s storm, jumps …
: Forget the fantasy of a universal clock. No announcement yet of Eid al-fitr, waiting for local …
: Precipitation prevention (from going out).
: Large thud from outside. Voices of men yelling from corners of village. I run outside. A tree fell …
: Big rain doesn’t stop the gamelan in the pura across the street, it summons the people, makes space …
: Well-being in concrete and rain.
: Made an about page for Phaedrus replies. No wonder I was tired.
: I’ve been informed I have to add diarrhea, muscle aches, and excess sweating to the list of possible …
: Got dragged by the undertow to a watery blue deep, surfaced after sundown but incomplete, sinking …
: Up again at 3am for sahur, only two more days before Eid and I am so tired my eyes seem permanently …
: Jangan masuk angin. Gunung Semeru, Jan. 2020. (windy)
: Editing this photo of Semeru, I think of Angelina, by Bob Dylan, which I hear as a love song, an …
: The dialectic of posting a photo to the blog. // You can’t just post a photo to the blog. (Of …
: I didn’t include in this post another autobiographical note, that my whole life used to be all …
: Nothing is more satisfying than when pieces start fitting together. (This may not be true but it …
: On minimalism and a paradox of technology Five years ago, I left America. Now I live far away from universities and libraries and mega …
: One really cool thing about an ashtanga vinyasa practice is that you can experience dynamic tipping …
: Started reading Red Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson 📚, my new favorite poet of the extra-terrestrial.
: Up early for sahur. Fasting is a trial and a demonstration, and if Muslims don’t write very much …
: Finished Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree 📚 According to my mom, this one “is not as …
: A dream about a friend from Seattle. She came to visit with a group of people. She had a lot of …
: Masuk angin is a uniquely Indonesian thing that is hard to explain. Masuk angin literally translates …
: …hard to imagine the intensity of their cognitive dissonance, or to say what it’s done …
: The opposite of bocor (leak) is actually mampet (clog). There’s a mampet in the drain line of …
: My interest in (devotion to? ministry of?) sleeping and napping is definitely an overarching theme …
: One of the few good memories I have of my father is how he would sing me songs at bedtime. Barbara …
: If you don’t take the nap, you might miss the dream being sent to you.
: Odysseus is also an opportunistic napper??
: A nap, in the event of a nap, is what I should have been doing anyway.
: One symptom of my pms/pmdd (project: find better language for it) is inability to focus. I …
: I feel very strongly like I sympathize with those Byzantine monks. I feel for the devotion and …
: Hello my name is Elizabeth and I am an etymology addict. Because reply goes back to re + plait, as …
: Grey is the coziest color. Dark grey camisole, dark grey sweatpants, light grey flannel, fuzzy grey …
: Where girls played in the sand (b&w).
: Why can’t one piece of dental floss last forever? Can somebody ask a LLM and get back to me …
: Translation, from mid. 14th century: the carrying of the bones of a saint from one reliquary to …
: How awful when you’re eating dessert and in the middle of sweetness, the flavor of garlic. …
: Stumbled across some old voicemail messages from a time of upheaval in my life, digital land mines …
: But when in love, all bets are off. “I’m actually a rationalist. Everything I do is rational,” she …
: He brings me salak, rambutan, and langsep before he leaves. I braid his hair. He opens green …
: When in doubt (which should be much of the time), mind your own business. The trick is figuring out …
: Odysseus escapes Scylla by becoming Scylla. He beats monsters by becoming the monster. Odysseus and …
: I try not to write “meta” entries i.e. blog about blogging especially the vicissitudes of it …
: Everything we eat from bule restos here in Bali we put sriracha on, we have to or it doesn’t …
: Started reading Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree. 📚 Looking for some literary xanax as E …
: Ahh I spent years thinking the Indonesian word for “leak” is spelled “pojor” and today I learned …
: Finished reading 2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson.📚 Expansive and thoughtful portrait of a post-Earth, …
: How Not to Break // Phaedrus 227β Σωκράτης: καλῶς γάρ, ὦ ἑταῖρε, λέγει. Socrates: Beautifully said, fellow. // People …
: Moonchild, mother of cats // “about” Moonchild, mother of cats, mask-maker’s wife, call me Elizabeth, artist and poet and maker of things …
: After ogoh-ogoh, tomorrow will be Nyepi, Bali’s silent day. No electricity, no internet, no …
: Giving birth to something evil. Ogoh-ogoh, Penestanan Kaja, girls’ team (3/3).
: Ogoh-ogoh, Penestanan Kelod, boys’ team (2/3).
: The monsters ran wild in Bali tonight. Ogoh-ogoh, Penestanan Kelod, girls’ team (1/3).
: The perpetual war between art and cats.
: Where girls played in the sand.
: Too many spider webs? Time for “spider liberation day”. Take a large coconut frond (or other stick …
: It will be the ten thousand moods of Lipah beach for a while.
: We took a holiday to Amed for our anniversary. A symphony of small disasters but romantic in an …
: Aventurra // Phaedrus 227α-β Φαῖδρος: παρὰ Λυσίου, ὦ Σώκρατες, τοῦ Κεφάλου, πορεύομαι δὲ πρὸς περίπατον ἔξω …
: Me: It’s hard to cut mie goreng with one spoon. Would you like another spoon? E: No, thank you. This …
: Blih said to E, “Bro. I think one of your cats is stealing my feather duster.”
: Through the breath the parts of the body become whole. To this end, the strong must learn to follow …
: We stopped to pick flowers from neighbors’ bushes along the way. She pressed the pink and white …
: My husband’s grandfather said domestic cats are the ancestors of wild cats.
: The Opening Question // Phaedrus 227β Σωκράτης: ὦ φίλε Φαῖδρε, ποῖ δὴ καὶ πόθεν; Socrates: Beloved Phaedrus, where to and …
: And I thought, if I imagine myself as an angel in heaven, what would I be doing? And I knew, I would …
: Tomorrow, as begins a new lunar year. Bismillah Hir Rahman Nir Rahim. May our homes and our passages …
: Everybody knows it’s fun to eat in bed a few times (especially ice cream, chocolate) but if you do …
: It’s not really a climate crisis but a human crisis, a crisis of human civilization. It’s not the …
: Your body is an expression of ancient intelligence to which you have literally psychic access!
: The first day back after convalescence is like Mercurial sunrise, the inner landscape a chiaroscuro …
: Let go of what? The frozen-shut psoas and illiacus, the clenched-fist side of my diaphragm, which …
: Didn’t practice yoga for almost a week because I got sick after our return from Java, again, a body …
: The opening passage about sunrise on Mercury is very good: “The spill to left and right keeps …
: We’re losing Ibuk (my mother-in-law) to Alzheimer’s disease. Sometimes she whispers to me in basa …
: I feel very smug sitting in Mak Sun’s kitchen, eating krawu and trancam and mendol and tempe …
: Investing in artificial intelligence without believing in natural intelligence is modernity in a …
: Java makes me feel foreign again, cozy and completely uncatered to.
: Sounds of Java: growling engines, whining brakes; azan from the speakers of every masjid; dangdut on …
: Never let anybody tell you where your breath should go. It doesn’t matter what famous gurus …
: Wijaya kusuma, midnight diva.
: One problem with re-interpreting traditional Sumba death rituals through digital multi-media is that …
: When an ant colony produces a flying swarm in your bedroom, (because they live in your cheap bamboo …
: Leonard Cohen’s middle to late catalogue continues to provide excellent commentary and companionship …
: Deep sleep last night with all that electricity in the sky. Thinking this morning about Shane …
: Must be a snake nest in the garden because the cats have caught three babies so far. Small, brown, …
: When it seems like a luxury but also like you need it, or you want it in a truly special way, then …
: Yoga days 5 and 6 completed, I wanted to let you know, although family demands have temporarily …
: Was gently reminded by yoga day 4 that progress sometimes feels like confusion. Then Ish caught a …
: A spell of rain before sunrise, just enough for the orchids. Last quiet day before E returns with …
: Rainy season means bugs, so many bugs. Colonies produce frenzied night swarms that last mere hours …
: Woke at 2, big loud soaking rain, couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts and edits of thoughts too fast. …
: And who among us doesn’t have a secret name?
: One reason we resonate is that we also are hybrid beings. Always one foot in and one foot out the …
: Jepun bali (frangipani) leaves after rain.
: The bathroom had cream colored wallpaper with gold birdcages on it, peeling at corners. Rose …
: Felt a little progress in my yoga practice today, unusual for day 2. Progress: finding a new way …
: Slept late, woken at 6 by Ish. Small rain overnight, overcast now. Less flu-y because didn’t use ac? …
: Jeki was fine, evening’s dose of eardrops was easier. Rain this afternoon. The minty smell of new …
: Woke up at 4, coffee. Felt flu-y, probably from mold. Gave Jeki ear mite drops, barely. Ish …
: They cut into the banyan tree. (In the early hours of the morning, under the waning crescent moon, …
: Coffee with complicated reflections.
: History may be written by the victors, but fiction is beholden to no such law. There’s a limit to the quality of fiction someone can write who has only state-sanctioned …
: Tales leaf (mbote, taro) after rain. Bulb at base of stem (corm) can be …
: Reading The Future by Naomi Alderman.📚 Can’t resist a rec from Cory Doctorow. Morbidly interested in …
: Peppermint tea (infusion). For two.
: Touching the surface I need to get more comfortable before I write an “about me” page. That’s a little neurotic but …
: Saturday morning coffee. Kopi tubruk.
: Rainstorm this morning as I drink my coffee in the dark. Does it mean rainy season is here? I miss …
: On Making Music (content warning: war) I like to follow hurricanes. I lose myself in it as the pressure system builds, as if from nowhere …
: Batik with burung merak (peacock) and wijaya kusuma flower, a gift from Ibuk.
: Having become beautiful and young, Elizabeth writes blogs.