not writing much now
cold at night etc is not
inductive to writing thus
I do not feel enthusiastic
been having long rests
coz so many handicaps
obstacles to writing here
is an interspace gallery
if I had remained in Jakarta
I would be a 1000 poems plus
up on here and not hampered
by this cold room in winter now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having endured months without the central heating on, I wore 4 pairs of trousers,3 jackets and walked around the house like the Michelin Man. The thermal socks and thermal snowboots helped. I was writing poems from midnight to dawn without complaints as complaining solved nothing. I managed to reduce my electricity costs by hundreds of pounds in those months. But I sympathise with others who have found the cold nights disturbing their poetic flow and wonder how many great poems have been lost to humanity because of the cold nights...