poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers (Evgeny Yevtushenko)

well, the clause of the day is “i love poetry”

I always love poetry and the same clause goes to poets (yes this is confession # 1)

Saleh ben Joned, a malaysian poet whose work i studied when i was at UKM once stated that  poetry is the most private from all genre of literary work. to put it in other words, sometimes it’s only the poets who know the meanings of the piece they’ve just penned.

in my words, this private aspect makes poetry “mysterious” to most people.  yes it is mysterious in any sense of the word.

as a person trained in literary criticism, i confess that reading poetry is the most challenging task i’ve ever faced. let alone analyzing it! wah, it’s like doing my hard regime of work out before participating in a martial art competition (it was years ago and i got Silver). yeah, its mysterious; hard to unveil; and difficult to comprehend.

however, naturally it challenges me and i naturally love challenges.  yah, what to say, i am my parents’ daughter. it’s in the blood.

yes, challenge is another aspect which makes me smitten with poetry. quoting the great russian poet i’ve mention above that poetry ignores all frontiers. my understanding of his words is poetry challenges rules. in other words, it’s rebellious.

aih, i have this penchant to instantly in love with rebels.  (for your information, my Ibu  told me i m a rebel).

mmmm…..i contemplate that if i have this  intention to marry, i’ll marry poets. to me poets (writers in general) are sexy (confession # 2).

nah, do you know  why i ramble about marrying a poet today. because the semester break will start next week and it’s likely i’ll spend much time at home in bukittinggi. it means, i’ll spend more time with my family.

then?

it means during the two months course of the semester break, somebody will raise this question when i m gonna get married.

so?

it means i need to invent answers for that typical question which will hit me blow after blow.

hah?

and they will not stop despite my battered, black and blue with shame and humiliation psyche.

god!

they will only stop ambushing me with those annoying questions when they succeed to make me sit next to a bride groom on a pelaminan, a  marriage altar.

worse, the more pressing matter is my family’s  home is right next to a mosque, where couple solemnize their marriage, and right dead in front of KUA office, where couples register their marriage.

what more?

not far my my back yard is a the village’s  communal bath where girls and ladies bath, do the laundry or dishes, in short, gather and gossip. and the hottest gossip feed is “the unmarried maidens  in the village”.

yes, m dead. definitely finished. i envision my mom will nag me whenever she she has chances (she is as persistent as i am you know). cepat kawin!!!!!!

anyone please help me!  give me a poet!

soon.