tengah hari semalam waktu saya sedang bermalasan di perpustakaan, saya akhirnya berjaya menghabiskan Conference of the Birds (yang tinggal lagi dua puluh page), dan maka, sesungguhnya, nak declare yang this is the type of puisi/epic thing/whatever one should aim for.
although i’m not particularly interested in the seven stations themselves (and hence skipped a large of part of… skimmed at least, without much reverence) i do feel that the transcendent quality of wanting to release oneself from everything that binds us to the earth, is captured magnificently in this book.
then again, i myself am guilty of not only not having to act upon my knowledge but decidedly went against it… i should stop. there is no use writing here, now. i’ve reached a point of saturation. this morning i had an idea, and that idea is lost. this morning, as well, i dreamt of you, but what exactly i am at loss. vagueness.
stupendous.
i am to write elsewhere.
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