Hotel Atlanta, Kurt Gödel

December 16, 2017

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We go to Vienna every year (also before our son was born) and always stay at the same hotel in the University area. However, I just found out yesterday that Kurt Gödel lived there in the hotel building when he was a student at University of Vienna. Gödel was a mathematician and first time I […]

My Personal Secret Sadness

March 7, 2017

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My father is my personal secret sadness: his image emerged in my melancholic moments, long sleepless nights and days wasted by anxiety. Every time I am aware that he is forever gone; and how he threw his life away: I become overwhelmed with sadness and pity. My aunt told me about his dying (I was […]

There is this girl

February 13, 2016

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There is this girl who thinks of the worst, If there is danger she knows first, Trembling believing her heart burst, Every foot-step feels like a curse. Life is bigger, But not for her, She goes under, To feel safer, Drown deeper, Her poor soul whimper. Don’t go there, she cries, Those are places, Where […]

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O

July 28, 2015

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Listening to Damien Rice old album “O” and it takes me back to the time when life was a battle; limitless and hopeful. I had to write those books, I had to earn some money, I had to look good, I wanted to sleep with him, and him and her, went down, on my knees, […]

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Penyair Bejo dan Tukang Cerita

April 27, 2013

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Dimuat di Suara Merdeka 08 Februari, 2010. TAK lama setelah matinya si tukang cerita, banyak kertas-kertas ditemukan. Salah satunya adalah kertas lusuh yang tergeletak di atas meja Bejo. Kertas itu penuh dengan tinta biru dan tulisan tangan yang konon disinyalir adalah tulisan tangan Bejo. Polisi yang menyangka Bejo adalah pembunuhnya, berusaha mencari bukti-bukti dan mengaitkan […]

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I Am (Not) Morbid.

April 22, 2013

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1. Rule No.1: Don’t pity yourself! 2. Rule No.2: Keep going! 3. I am in love with somebody. There are many times and moments that feel like heaven, so beautiful; and I am so happy. However, I realized that I love this person too much and love the idea of us very much; it makes […]

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Thus Puked Zarathustra

April 6, 2013

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1. He said: “Nobody reads book these days.” 2. I like jeans jacket, but the problem is many hobos wear it. 3. Maybe I am not a person for relationships. Maybe someone comes and changes it someday, or maybe I just keep going with the relationship like Sartre and de Beauvoir had, or maybe I […]

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