Kerana Kesunyian

(Ini adalah fragmen dari akhir-kata yang saya sedang usahakan untuk buku puisi sulung saya yang bakal diterbitkan nanti pada masa-masa yang terdekat ini, jika diizinkan Tuhan.) *** Seperti kata Borges, ‘Penyair itu tidak akan pernah merasa lelah (berkarya).’, Kerana apa? Kerana kesunyiannya. Dan kerana kesunyian itu, si penyair tak akan bisa menemukan masa rehat; walau […]

The Art of Not Reading

The art of not reading is a very important one. It consists in not taking an interest in whatever may be engaging the attention of the general public at any particular time. When some political or ecclesiastical pamphlet, or novel, or poem is making a great commotion, you should remember that he who writes for […]

The Poet vs The Philosopher

The poet presents the imagination with images from life and human characters and situations, sets them all in motion and leaves it to the beholder to let these images take his thoughts as far as his mental powers will permit. That is why he is able to engage men of the most differing capabilities, indeed […]

A Mere Shadow-Play on the Wall

Newspapers are the second hand of history. This hand, however, is usually not only of inferior metal to the other two hands, it also seldom works properly. The so-called ‘leading articles’ in them are the chorus to the drama of current events. Exaggeration in every sense is as essential to newspaper writing as it is […]

Man are born for the solid earth, not for the water

‘This is good too, very good,’ he said, ‘listen to this: “A man should be proud of suffering. All suffering is a reminder of our high estate.” Fine! Eighty years before Nietzsche. But that is not the sentence I meant. Wait a moment, here I have it. This: “Most men will not swim before they […]

The Ideal Love is Undeclared

“The ultimate love I believe to be secret love. Once shared, love shrinks in stature. To pine away for love all one’s years, to die of love without uttering the beloved’s name, this is the true meaning of love.” – Book I of ‘Hagakure’ by Jōchō Yamamoto


Dan bongkah kesedaran saya kini seolah terpamer di tengah-tengah datar di atas letak alas yang terbiasa dilihat di muzium-muzium seni. Dengan begitu jelas juga saya melihat fragmen-fragmen hidup yang memegun terbingkai di dinding keras bangun menegak dari entah mana. Dari duduk diam saya meniliti, satu persatu dari bingkai-bingkai tersebut. Pelbagai postur dan gaya. Pelbagai riak […]

“It’s being aware of what it means to lose oneself before being completely abandoned.” – Schumann’s Fantasia in C Major

“Have you read Adorno on Schumann’s Fantasia in C Major? He talks of his twilight. It’s not Schumann bereft of reason, but just before. A fraction before. He knows he’s losing his mind. It torments him but he clings on one last time. It’s being aware of what it means to lose oneself before being […]

“Everything has been merely attempted, nothing completed” (Thomas Bernhard)

Originally posted on Biblioklept:
At the same time I had to tell myself that we invariably made excessive demands of everything and everybody: nothing is done thoroughly enough, everything is imperfect, everything has been merely attempted, nothing completed. My unhealthy craving for perfection had come to the surface again. It actually makes us ill if…