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Fixing Cars

These callow young men who work under cars

all summer with eyes on the girls passing by

billboards of flesh, attired as if to please.

Wanderings of flesh, whose pale youth beckons

to tease and torment, their pleasure as if

just an image and perfume is enough.

For  callow young men who work under cars

their white t shirts stained with copious sweat

cool mirror shades reflect metal workings

iron tools of the trade only rearrange.

When summer’s over, the cars remain ghosts

but the girls return for a final pose.

Then driven to nowhere in borrowed cars

these callow young men reserved all along.

Death Of Language

Out of body

even as our eyes

focus/our

fingers interlocked

with familiar

detachment.

She takes

photographs of

herself, of me

countless birds

that leave us

without crumbs.

All, as it

should be until

with succinct

innocence she

mentions a friend

whose obviously more.

A montage of

images gather

to assail/accuse

with inviolate

clarity. Her

recent furtive

moments…

Calls made

with surreptitious

candor. Late

nights and

now its too late

to ask why.

On a busy street

she wants to explain

all I feel. As every

artery rushes blood

to my skull with

dizzying effect.

At a restaurant

she cant explain herself

nor can I.

The death of language

all we know.

Waitress gives us

menus but English

and love  are now

languages-

I no longer understand.

For Lydia Lunch

They’re all guilty

said Lydia Lunch

of her predators.

Cracked mirrors

who left each                               

sharp shard

of  hate deep

to draw blood

frequently in

nightmares framed

with forbidden

detail from assaults

of childhood incest.

It’s been her life

to wake scathed

from these or

lesser indifferent wounds.

Later documented as if

from  a mirror

in too many ways not

to be her life’s work.

A  timeless art

from trauma her shadow

at home or hospitals

as they stitched her up again.

Trauma of being set loose

with havoc and revenge

the only words to live by.

Seldom having

enough disdain to aim.

Her targets all

varied players…

some merely accidents.

In lurid yet beguiling

ongoing adventures

she half hypnotizes

even the casual to read…

or hear on stage.

Where still

no one is ever safe

especially not her.

Leaving LAX

the big plane lifted over

El Segundo leaving the lights of

Los Angeles like a million

pinball machines

lined up to the

black water Pacific shore…

I ordered a drink and some

warm nuts, started watching

a movie

and headed for London…

Visiting the National Gallery

Nelson stood atop his

column, looking

small and forgotten

as the waves of

tourists

crashed on the steps of

the National Gallery…

I got in line, showed them

my backpack with my extra

layers of jacket, and walked

into a room

fishy with underwater light

to pry secrets from the shadows

of Vermeer…

when I started to think that

maybe the only one

who ever really got it

right was

Francis Bacon, I knew it

was time to leave…

In Florence, Italy

we flew in over

the ridiculously beautiful

Tuscan countryside

to land with a roar

of reverse thrust

on the short Florentine

runway…

later, the sun was warm

on my cheek and

I looked at Brunelleschi’s dome

and wondered what it was like

for the bricklayers

350 feet up on a scaffold

made of planks and rope…

there were a million of us,

tourists,

running around with our

fashion designer shopping

bags, gazing in awe

at the sheer audacity

of the cathedral…

then we went into

one of the swanky

restaurants and got a plate

of rigatoni and a rich,

sour Chianti…   

Review of Anna Keiko’s Painting: Contemporary Expression in the Context of Art History

By: Rizal Tanjung

Anna Keiko’s painting presents an expressionist approach with the use of vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes, creating a dynamic and emotionally charged composition. This work appears to be part of contemporary art, emphasizing individual expression and freedom of form. To understand Anna Keiko’s position in the evolution of world painting, we must examine the long history of visual art from prehistoric times to the contemporary era.

The Evolution of Painting: From Prehistory to Modernism

Painting has undergone a long evolution, reflecting humanity’s cultural and intellectual development.

1. Prehistoric and Ancient Art (40,000 BC – 476 AD)

The cave paintings in Lascaux, France, and Altamira, Spain, are early examples of human visual art.

Ancient Egyptian, Greek, and Roman art began to show structured composition, perspective, and symbolism.

2. The Middle Ages (476 AD – 1400 AD)

Painting was dominated by religious iconography with Byzantine and Gothic styles.

The use of gold colors and flat perspectives reflected spiritual values rather than realism.

3. The Renaissance (1400 AD – 1600 AD)

Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, and Raphael revolutionized art with scientific perspective and realistic human anatomy.

Art became more human-centered, emphasizing intellectual exploration.

4. Baroque and Rococo (1600 AD – 1800 AD)

Artists like Caravaggio and Rembrandt highlighted chiaroscuro (light-dark contrast).

Rococo was more decorative and feminine, with soft colors and pastoral themes.

5. Neoclassicism and Romanticism (1750 AD – 1850 AD)

These movements combined classical elegance with emotional expression.

Artists like Jacques-Louis David and Francisco Goya challenged academic traditions.

6. Impressionism and Post-Impressionism (1860 AD – 1900 AD)

Claude Monet and Vincent van Gogh emphasized light effects and spontaneous colors.

Post-Impressionism (Gauguin, Cézanne) focused more on structure and emotion.

7. Modernism and Avant-Garde Movements (1900 AD – 1950 AD)

Cubism (Picasso, Braque) deconstructed forms.

Expressionism (Kandinsky, Munch) highlighted subjective emotions.

Surrealism (Dalí, Magritte) explored the subconscious.

Contemporary Art and Anna Keiko’s Position in Artistic Evolution

Anna Keiko appears to follow the path of abstract expressionism, which emerged after World War II, where freedom of expression became the core of artistic creation. Artists like Jackson Pollock and Willem de Kooning popularized this style with spontaneous gestures and expressive use of color.

In her painting, Keiko combines intense contrasting colors and distorted figurative forms, reminiscent of German Expressionism (such as Egon Schiele) with a touch of Neo-Expressionism (such as Jean-Michel Basquiat). This combination suggests that she is part of the contemporary art movement, continuously exploring the boundaries of form, emotion, and interpretation.

Anna Keiko’s painting reflects the evolution of art, which has undergone numerous transformations from prehistoric times to the digital era. Through her expressive approach, she becomes part of a generation of contemporary artists who continue the tradition of experimentation and artistic freedom. In the context of art history, Keiko’s work manifests the modern spirit—unbound by classical rules but focusing on human expression and subjectivity.

West Sumatra, March 19, 2025.

I miss the hug

A hug that they give you and you forget the weaknesses of your existence.

I miss a kiss

The kiss that someone give you and your stomach make those noise like is full of butterflies

I miss the smile

That childish smile that you have

U are smiling and all nature become

Pink

I miss the walk to the beach

The waves

The perfume of the salt

I miss the sunshine and the sunset

All the simple things that I had

I miss the generosity of people

I miss the kindness of grandparents

I miss the relaxing moments of drinking a coffee

Now, they all want your friend, your position, your talent, your contact, your potential, your life almost but no one…

Nobody want to get in your shoes

They are too tide.!!!! 

愚かさの夢

a dream of foolishness

プーシキン『神聖喜劇』に花栞恋と死のためその勿忘草を

Pushkin’s

flower bookmark

in The Divine Comedy

for love and death

that forget-me-not

椅子坐り足首の下なき少女それでも生きよガザの廃墟に

girl in a chair

with no lower

than ankles

still live！

In the ruins of Gaza

偽善者の甘い蜜には気をつけろ麻薬のやうに汝を洗脳す

beware

of the sweet nectar

of hypocrites

brainwashing you

like a drug

友逝きてしばらく筆の止まりけり春雨つづき灰湿るかも

a friend has passed away

and the writing has stopped

for a while

spring rain continues

ash may be damp

生まれては死にゆく夢に右往左往するこの世の人の無粋かな

to dreams

that are born and die─

the inelegant

of the world’s people

who move right and left

南天の実は人知れず落ちてゐし春に逝きし友は空と地に盈（み）つ

the heavenly bamboo seeds

had fallen

unnoticed

a friend who passed away in the spring

filled the sky and the earth

人類の滅びしあとの春の月見る人もなく澄みにけるかも

the spring moon

after the fall

of mankind

no one will be there to see it

It will be crystal clear

愛求めさまよひ続ける人愚か愚かさゆゑに愛をし信ず

those who continue

to wander in search of love

foolish

People believe in love

because of their stupidity

失望を重ね重ねて桜花咲くころまでの遠き道のり

disappointment

after disappointment

a long way

until the cherry blossoms

bloom

裏切られ来しことさへも人の常山茶花ひらく無垢の紅かな

even coming

to be betrayed is

what people always do

open sasanqua

In immaculate crimson

恨みなぞ愚かさの夢人よ知れ生死の迅さの虹のはかなさ

resentment is

a dream of foolishness

know, O man!

that the speed of life and death

is as fleeting as a rainbow

夢の世をうつつと信じさらに未来を夢みる人の業（ごう）し哀しき

believing

the world of dreams

to be reality

and the karma of those

who dream of a future even more sad

花咲かば散るのは定め勝敗も夢の遊戯や何を浮かるる

when a flower blooms

it must fall

winning or losing

is a dream game

what is there to be buoyant about?

深き根や冬の土壌に蜜を吸ひ春来たるれば白き花成る

deep roots

suck nectar from the soil

in winter

when spring comes

they will be white cherry blossoms