May 15, 2012

(Source: jamjars, via nnnnnatasya)

February 3, 2012

Die—you can’t do that to a cat.
Since what can a cat do
in an empty apartment?
Climb the walls?
Rub up against the furniture?
Nothing seems different here
but nothing is the same.
Nothing’s been moved
but there’s more space.
And at nighttime no lamps are lit.

Footsteps on the staircase,
but they’re new ones.
The hand that puts fish on the saucer
has changed, too.

Something doesn’t start
at its usual time.
Something doesn’t happen
as it should.
Someone was always, always here,
then suddenly disappeared
and stubbornly stays disappeared.

Every closet’s been examined.
Every shelf has been explored.
Excavations under the carpet turned up nothing.
A commandment was even broken:
papers scattered everywhere.
What remains to be done.
Just sleep and wait.

Just wait till he turns up,
just let him show his face.
Will he ever get a lesson
on what not to do to a cat.
Sidle toward him
as if unwilling
and ever so slow
on visibly offended paws,
and no leaps or squeals at least to start.


— That poem, “Cat in an Empty Apartment,” as translated by Dr. Cavanagh and Mr. Baranczak. Wislawa Szymborska, a gentle and reclusive Polish poet who won the 1996 Nobel Prize in Literature, died on Wednesday in Krakow, Poland. She was 88.

October 9, 2011

(Source: amethyste-heart, via zatulala)

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August 8, 2011


Poetry won’t get you laid anymore

Poetry won’t get you laid anymore. It’s a poem. It’s about poetry. And also about getting laid. And about how poetry wont’ get you laid. Not anymore. It used to though. Not anymore. What gets you laid now? Maybe a YouTube video? or a reality show? Or a really good Pasta sauce. Yes. A really good pasta sauce will do the trick. What kind of pasta sauce? Is that what you’re asking? Ok. Go to a market and buy some sage. Heat up butter in a pan, watch it melt. When it turns a wee bit brown add your sage. Cook for two minutes until sage gets crackly. Mix this butter and sage mix with some pasta. Put it on a pretty plate and grind some parmesan over it. Serve it to the girl or boy of your dreams. Wait 1.5 hours. Anything yet? No? Then wait 24 hours. Blend a bunch of basil with a 1/4 cup of olive oil, two garlic cloves, a 1/2 cup of parmesan and a hand ful of pine nuts or walnuts. Add salt and pepper. Hey! Don’t blend them till they liquify, stupid. Just blend them enough that they are chopped up and look so lovely. Remember what you did with the sage butter? Now do the same thing but use the pesto sauce instead. Serve it to the one you love. Is it happening yet? Yes? It is? Really? That’s great. Are you ready to be a parent?

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June 28, 2011


A. Samad Said’s “Unggun Bersih” with music backing by Az Samad. The ‘seditious’ poem he was brought in for.

“Kini menyalalah unggun sakti itu;
kini merebaklah nyala unggun itu.”

(Source: adatbersuara / A Samad Said)

June 28, 2011
Your poem can be seditious in Malaysia.


“A Samad Said and Ambiga were charged under the 27(5) Police Act and 4(1) Sedition Act for their involvement during the launching of Bersih on 19 June.

Samad Said were charged for reciting a poem titled ‘Unggun Bersih’.”

Read more here.

The poem i posted in my last post was the one he recited. Friends, your poetry can now be officially deemed seditious in Malaysia. Mourn or you know, rejoice! It has been a long time coming.

Provocation and ‘sedition’ is perhaps, the best way to bring poetry to the masses.

"You just cannot interrogate arts"

(Source: adatbersuara)

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