You Don’t Know Anymore If You’re A Wooden Puppet Or A Baby Octopus

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you don’t know anymore

if you’re a wooden puppet or

a baby octopus, the smell of

deep fried fritters or cigarette smoke, you’re cursed

with options,

—- Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas

Translated from the Indonesian by Mikael Johani from poem You Step

  • I Am Not What Happened To Me
    I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become. — Carl Jung
  • We Seek The Great Forgotten Language
    Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. — Thomas Wolfe from poem O Lost
  • I Might Listen Or Else Settle For A Dog
    Spring is working on me. I don’t want to change yet, but fawns and goats and all the girls I knew in high school tell me it’s time to have a baby. I might listen or else settle for a dog so large we name it Bear… — Laura Creste from poem Gentle or Not
  • We Meet Ourselves Time And Again
    We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life. — Carl Jung
  • The Path Is The Goal
    The path is the goal. — Ghandi