Riri Quotes

Mungkin emang sebaiknya kita bukan mencari orang yang tepat, tapi mencari orang yang menyenangkan. Karena orang yang menyenangkan bisa bikin kita ketawa.

kemenangan yang lebih besar adalah jika kita telah berani mengambil peran dan tidak takut mencoba

I hate to sound like an old man, but why are these people famous? What qualities do they possess that endear them to the wider world? We may at once eliminate talent, intelligence, attractiveness, and charm from the equation, so what does that leave? Dainty feet? Fresh, minty breath? I am at a loss to say. Anatomically, many of them don’t even seem quite human. Many have names that suggest they have reached us from a distant galaxy: Ri-Ri, Tulisa, Naya, Jai, K-Pez, Chlamydia, Mo-Ron. (I may be imagining some of these.) As I read the magazine, I kept hearing a voice in my head, like the voice from a 1950s B-movie trailer, saying: “They came from Planet Imbecile!

Yang tidak wajar justru ketika kita tidak punya rasa apa-apa terhadap aneka perubahan dan kondisi yang terjadi

hidup itu adalah perjalanan berteman semangat dan gairah istirahat sejenak adalah perenungan berteman tafakur dan keheningan hidup ibarat menulis bait puisi yang panjang tak pernah selesai

SUNYI menjelang tengah malam sehabis gerimis perempuan itu menelusuri lorong sunyi angin malam menemaninya di jalanan basah menyibak nakal rambutnya yang panjang menebar rasa dingin di sekujur tubuhnya ah, hanya angin yang menemani sunyinya ada warna-warni lampu jalan ada dentuman suara musik terdengar ada gelak tawa orang di pinggir jalan ada kepulan asap rokok menghangatkan malam tetapi dia dipeluk dan diperkosa sunyi tak kuasa meronta melepaskan diri tak ada yang tahu suara hatinya batinnya menangis! hidup ini tidak adil! kebenaran dibungkam! kezaliman meraja-lela! orang munafik bebas tertawa! apakah dewi keadilan berselingkuh dengan bandit jalanan? apakah dewi cinta berselingkuh dengan penjahat malam? jangan-jangan kebenaran itu hanya impian keadilan itu hanya utopia cinta hanya khayalan dengan mata terpejam dia bertanya mengapa keadilan selalu ada di jalan sunyi? (jakarta – 19/12/2015)

(from) ARTAUD THE MOMO- In the humus of the plot with wheels, on the breathing humus of the plot of this void, between hard and soft. Black, violet, rigid, recreant and that's all. Which means that there is a bone, where god sat down on the poet, in order to sack the ingestion of his lines, like the head farts that he wheedles out of him through his cunt, that he would wheedle out of him from the bottom of the ages, down to the bottom of his cunt hole, and it's not a cunt prank that he plays on him in this way, it's the prank of the whole earth against whoever has balls in his cunt. And if you don't get the image, --and that's what i hear you saying in a circle, that you don't get the image which is at the bottom of my cunt hole,-- it's because you don't know the bottom, not of things, but of my cunt, mine, although since the bottom of the ages you've all been lapping there in a circle as if badmouthing an alienage, plotting an incarceration to death. ge re ghi regheghi geghena e reghena a gegha riri Between the ass and the shirt, between the gism and the under-bet, between the member and the let down, between the membrane and the blade, between the slat and the ceiling, between the sperm and the explosion, 'tween the fishbone and 'tween the slime, between the ass and everyone's seizure of the high-pressure trap of an ejaculation death rattle is neither a point nor a stone burst dead at the foot of a bound nor the severed member of a soul (the soul is nothing more than an old saw) but the terrifying suspension of a breath of alienation raped, clipped, completely sucked off by all the insolent riff-raff of all the turd-buggered who had no other grub in order to live than to gobble Artaud momo there, where one can fuck sooner than me and the other get hard higher than me in myself if he has taken care to put his head on the curvature of that bone located between anus and sex, of that hoed bone that i say in the filth of a paradise whose first dupe on earth was not father nor mother who diddled you in this den, but I screwed into my madness.

He practically never talked about his travels. One day, Monsieur Riri asked him what was the most amazing thing he had seen in his life: he replied, a Maharajah sitting at a table all incrusted with ivory, dining with his three lieutenants. No one said anything, and the three fierce men of war seemed, in front of their leader, like little children. Another time, without anyone asking him anything at all, he said that the most beautiful, the most dazzling thing he had seen in the world was a ceiling divided into octagonal sections, decorated in gold and silver, and more exquisitely worked than any jewel.