...of Stone and Marble

The internet speed was so goddamn slow, so that was the outcome I can offer yet.

From Whom I've been Built, to Him I Turn Around...

I remember a very gorgeous moment of my life. In the very middle of my holiday -- a year ago -- waiting for my very first college attendance, I found a couple works--poem words to be specific-- of Charles Bukowski. An american poetry and novelis that much of his works have been influenced influencing people. For the next week, I found myself infatuated of him. Diction, rhyme, loneliness, or even the dark-side of his poems never been really a better one for me, maybe I've been goosebumps!

And it was my natural bad-habit that I can't maintain time well, I suddenly forgot him...Well, I won't make any excuse but the routine of college-life caused it all. For today, I suddenly found a name that glance in my head like a blink of an eye, I remember Charles! I begin to read and the feeling was the same as year ago, ahhh I am happy so badly. All is well by the time I read quiet clean girls in gingham dress...

all I've ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,
madwomen. I see men with quiet,
gentle women ­ I see them in the supermarkets,
I see them walking down the streets together,
I see them in their apartments: people at
peace, living together. I know that their
peace is only partial, but there is
peace, often hours and days of peace.

all I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,
whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.

when one leaves
another arrives
worse than her predecessor.

I see so many men with quiet clean girls in
gingham dresses
girls with faces that are not wolverine or
predatory.

"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my
few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."

"you couldn't stand a good woman, Bukowski."

I need a good woman. I need a good woman
more than I need this typewriter, more than
I need my automobile, more than I need
Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I
can taste her in the air, I can feel her
at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built
for her feet to walk upon,
I can see pillows for her head,
I can feel my waiting laughter,
I can see her petting a cat,
I can see her sleeping,
I can see her slippers on the floor.

I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?

but yes, I've already got my own good woman, Charles!...thanks to you Andy

A City... (by the light divided)

Well, a few long weeks ago I take an "eyes-open" trip in a capitol city, Jakarta. Altough I have heard from any mass media telling me that the city is filthy, I'm pretty impressed (not to mention infatuated) with the terrific skycraper building has been built, so here is the outcome...







The last was Menara Satrio, resemble a cut-out box...