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Saturday, September 17, 2011

Poetry At Its Finest. Shakespeare Will Be Rattling In His Grave Wondering Why He Didn’t Think Up These “Onelets”

posted by Kirk at 10:40 am  

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Seeking But Not Finding (For Robbi)

rather than his treading down upon it
the pavement rose up to meet his soles
with every stride

it was taking him
on a journey
he neither chose
nor rejected

his direction was indeterminate and unnoticed
both at once,
was bereft of his will

he sensed he was part of a whole
but a whole of which he was unsure

and he knew they would mock, dare he reveal
this secret

it played on his mind
to the extent he could no longer think
and his body, once strong, became weaker
every day

seeking but not finding,
his mind was the bane of his soul

posted by Kirk at 3:41 am  

Friday, September 16, 2011

Petronas Towers

In January 2009 I posted the following here, including a photo of the upper part of KL’s twin Petronas Towers:


(If the link doesn’t work you can simply search the Kaptain’s Blog for “Petronas Towers”.)

Shortly after, I was contacted by Y, a Korean art student, who wished to use the image for his or her art – a request to which I gladly acceded.

A long time has passed since then but I was very happy to receive an email from Y yesterday with the result, which I think is stunning:

posted by Kirk at 4:42 pm  

Friday, September 16, 2011

Untitled (4)

the system will not log me on
some undisclosed error
my sons fiddle with iphone, their god
books lay scattered, idly, on the floor
their riches unread
the work of someone’s years lost without survey

loud voices from the kitchen:
preparations for a meal
eaten while (american) tv bears witness

the clatter of crockery reverberating
from stainless steel cavities of modernity
hollywood bitches bitching
flat screen

everyday life

i woke up today and
wished i could wake down
thank you
for my being born

posted by Kirk at 3:28 am  

Friday, September 16, 2011

Oliver North – Batbombs. One Of The Reasons I Plan To Kick The Shit Out Of Him


posted by Kirk at 12:09 am  

Thursday, September 15, 2011

My Plan To Kick The Shit Out Of Oliver North

Oliver North couldn’t spell the word “potato”.

But that doesn’t mean he was stupid.

In fact, he was a consummate liar and brilliant actor, for example:


There is a raft of this stuff on You Tube now, thanks to the internet.

Most will find it boring, while I, on the contrary, am fascinated by it.

As a commentator or witness to anything, North has been thoroughly discredited:

(From Wikipedia): North was at the center of (US) national attention during the Iran-Contra affair, a political scandal of the late 1980s. North was a National Security Council staff member involved in the clandestine sale of weapons to Iran, which served to encourage the release of US hostages from Lebanon. North formulated the second part of the plan: diverting proceeds from the arms sales to support the Contra rebel groups in Nicaragua (funding to the Contras had been prohibited under the Boland Amendment amidst widespread public opposition in the US and controversies surrounding human rights abuses by the Contras). North was charged with several felonies and convicted of three.

The US public is sucked in by this crusading bigot because it appeals to their blue collar, gung-ho, “right to bear arms”, FOX News mentality.


On to more serious matters:

15 of the 19 9-11 plotters, heavies and pilots who took down the twin towers and did everything else we all know and grieve about were citizens of Saudi Arabia. So was bin Laden. None were Iraqi.

In the aftermath of this atrocity, the US and the UK led an invasion of Iraq, on the following premise:

(From Wikipedia): According to US President George W. Bush and British Prime Minister Tony Blair, the reasons for the invasion were “to disarm Iraq of weapons of mass destruction, to end Saddam Hussein’s alleged support for terrorism, and to free the Iraqi people.”

As we all now know, no weapons of mass destruction were ever found and most of the Iraqi people are living in a worse hell than before. But Saddam Hussein was found – hiding down a hole from where he was dug and then hanged in front of some other Iraqis who cheered while recording the event on their mobile phones.

God Bless America, while overlooking the 6th commandment: Thou shalt not kill.


Pause for thought:

The biggest ally of the US in the Middle East (then, and now) is…

…Saudi Arabia. Yes, Saudi Arabia, from where 15 of the 19 9-11 plotters (and bin Laden) emanated. Got that?

I live on its doorstep.

In Saudi Arabia, women are not allowed to drive.

Or come into contact with a man who is not their father, uncle, cousin or brother.

Saudi boasts the highest incidence of male-on-male rape anywhere in the world, because young men simply can’t meet young women on a date, or even for a coffee in the staff canteen.

Cinemas are banned, not because the films might be subversive, but in case a woman might inadvertently come into contact with a man who is not a close relative.

20 lashes would, of necessity, need to be administered in order to satisfy the religious police. Pious they are, too.

Saudi men, meanwhile, drive over the King Faisal Causeway every Wednesday night (their weekend is Thursday/Friday), get pissed, overturn their 6-litre engined cars and seek out Chinese hookers to take back to their tawdry 2-star hotels.

Like Iraq, they may not have WMDs, but neither can they claim to occupy a higher moral ground than any of the rest of us.

But there are two things Saudi is proven to have: terrorists and oil.

And while the latter continues to be vital to the US and the rest of the developed world, so people like North will hypnotise you with his false prescience.

Like every sane person, I abhor the acts of 9-11 and every other terrorist attack that has, or may, take place.

I sympathise deeply with the victims and their families – in the latter case I often think about the extent of their suffering and bewilderment that such a thing could have happened.

But let’s not get confused by imagining that arseholes like North are sincere.

If I ever have the displeasure to meet him, I assure you that I will do my best to take him down and kick the living shit out of him, Marine or no Marine.

posted by Kirk at 1:04 pm  

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Garden

the garden
was a neat and tidy place
where he pedalled,
up and down

bees droned away their lives
above its verdant grace;
the smell of grass wafted round

his shirt was a favourite:
chequered, not plain
and while it grew tatty
he gave it a name
he couldn’t pronounce
with the sole tooth sticking out of his mouth

through the wire fence
a strawberry called,
begging to be picked.
it drew his gaze
but his mother’s, in return, was dark

not for her the shame
of an embarrassing trip next door
to explain
how the young man had, so atrociously, erred


when it rained
the garden swarmed,
came to life
brimmed with joy
but that wasn’t for people, just birds

from the stuffy indoors
he would watch
as they shivered off raindrops
and nary a word

before long, a big dog
(who needs walking!)
and schoolbooks to carry
then came the girls
and slowly the garden shrank
to the size of a postage stamp

but still the birds came
and the rain fell even stiller and cold
though he no longer saw these miracles –

he’d let go

of a transient place
of the lushness, of grace
in a heartbeat
to which he’d now return

posted by Kirk at 3:10 am  

Sunday, September 11, 2011

a moment in someone’s time

there is a moment in life when you realise it was all a joke, when no one listens to a word you say, when you sense they mock what you know to be true. and i have arrived at that moment. but i will be going out with a smile on my face and with fond memories

posted by Kirk at 12:46 am  

Saturday, September 10, 2011

is this it

muscle weight falling
i feel weak
what is this
i used to be strong
is this real or a mind thing
is this it
is this it
is this it

posted by Kirk at 11:27 pm  

Friday, September 9, 2011

The Majapahit Temples Of Trowulan (Mojokerto)

On a free day we took the opportunity to tour some of the relics of the Majapahit Kingdom. These candis (or “temples”) varied in nature, from those that were still being dug out of the earth, through foundation stones (or umpak) sunk at intervals into the soil, to fully renovated monuments. Each site was unique, although it was evident they somehow formed a “whole”.

We began in the village of Jati Pasar, Trowulan district, which is home to Candi Wringin Lawang. A large open gate, reminiscent of those found in Bali, this candi is so named because of the large banyan tree that grows nearby. (In Javanese, Wringin = banyan; Lawang = gate.) At the height of the Majapahit era, Wringin Lawang would have formed an entrance into a complex of buildings in this part of the city.

Candi Wringin Lawang

Still in the district of Trowulan we next visited Candi Tikus, situated in the village of Temon. In the Javanese language (as in bahasa Indonesia itself), “tikus” means mouse, or rat. Legend has it that the locals discovered the site when digging out a large rats’ nest, which is how this candi got its modern name. Sunk into the ground and consisting of a moat surrounding a central structure, Candi Tikus is a representation of the sacred Mount Mahameru. When fully functioning, the “source of life” was once symbolised by the water running through its stone.

Candi Tikus

To reach our next destination we skirted Kolam Segaran, a man made lake whose dimensions are 375m by 175m. During the Majapahit era the lake was used to entertain visiting dignitaries. Picnics were held on its banks and there were perahu to take the guests out on to the water. It is said that after each feast the plates and cutlery – often fashioned from silver – were discarded in the lake in a show of prosperity. It is also believed there was a palace nearby, although its exact location is disputed. Allegedly the paranormal can “see” where the cornerstones are laid, although aerial and other surveys have revealed no tangible evidence of this.

Also situated in Temon village, Candi Bajang Ratu takes its name from a King who was never crowned. Built in the 14th century to commemorate the death of Jayanegara, it is another example of a gate, though not fully open. The “wings” of the candi symbolise the “releasing of the soul”.

Candi Bajang Ratu

In Sentonorejo village we saw the 14 umpak of what was once a large, balé-style building (an open platform, or stage, with pillars leading to a thatched roof). It was here that plays would be enacted and other forms of entertainment offered to visiting dignitaries. Close by, we clambered over the ongoing dig at Candi Kedaton, where we were shown the skeletal remains of an adult male, unearthed at the site. The length of the femur and tibia/fibula, as well as the large skull, suggested that the people of this era were both tall and well-built.

We drove to the next site, situated in Bejijong village. Candi Brahu appeared to be modelled on the shape of a woman. It was interesting also that the “gate” was closed at the back. According to historical records, it was here that the cadavers of dead Kings were burned, although no physical evidence of this has ever been uncovered.

Candi Brahu

Our final stop was at Candi Minak Jinggo, another ongoing dig that has been stalled due to insufficient funding. It is so named because a large statue of a face bearing wings was discovered at the site, which the locals associated with the mythical warrior, Minak Jinggo. The statue itself is now on display in the National Museum in Jakarta.

posted by Kirk at 11:59 am  
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