Dalam Rahim Ibuku Tak Ada Anjing

Words are the most slippery, decrepit, and absurd institutions of communication. Language is perhaps the most problematic of all human creations. The world of referents—residing in our memories or social labels (stereotypes)—is like a snake lurking, ready to pounce on every text.

A text created by anyone is helpless under the gaze of the power of stereotypes; a mind that has become a corpse upon the throne of the power of words. The death of the author is a new republic for the democracy of textual recreation. Or perhaps, it is a new peace within the mouth of a hungry dog, creatively searching for bones (where even plastic carcasses are mistaken for bone). Text represents reality according to the animals living in our minds.

Language is a world of animals inside our mouths. Its voice sometimes sounds strange. It is the voice of an animal that has just killed, yet considers the killing ordinary—because if it does not kill, it starves, and it refuses to die.

Poetry is an animal strangled in the neck of a bottle. People read and write poetry to break that bottle. Sometimes, the animal dies along with it.