Hence the email before this: Dreaming of Pramoedya…
Whatsapped you some time back but it never seemed to get delivered.
Marko in HK
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Most likely my fault because I’ve become so much a hermit in Hong Kong.
I am off to Canada (first time) next week.. will keep in touch.
The movie isn’t based on Pramoedya’s work but it’s all about the ’65 – ’66 massacres and it must be pretty disturbing.
All the best for the new baby!
and Hi to Mi.. for me
love
Marko
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All at once
Oddly and anachronistically
I am engulfed by sleepless nights
Longing for the books I held dear to myself
by writers that burned holes through the walls of my old house
leaving windows open
to aspects of the world
other than this language I call my own
english
in translation
was the eye of my soul
and the more the eye enlarged
the wider the vista my soul engaged
until I realized that the self is infinite
and not your own
you live and stand on borrowed time
a lease from the universe
if you believe in god
then a covenant with god
but with no conditions
except that you live that life
with a thatched roof and walls of mud ready to be seared open at
any time
and your emotions keyed close to your intelligence
neither sentimental nor
intellectual
but open
oh how I miss you
Pramoedya Ananta Toer
On amazon one will become castrated as an Asian Man
if one only relies on what the amazon natives allow or not allow
they who believe in the lies and securely constructed myth of their times
me?
I go dangling my toes in some South-East Asian stream
because that is the one respite from these ghettos of whiteness that I prowl here
mid levels.