Arma virumque me cano …….. I sing of weapons and myself as a man …….
I am addicted to saying the things that I believe are true. (Aku kecanduan kebenaran. Apa boleh buat.)
I am addicted to Pepsi Max : it helps me get out of bed. (Aku juga kecanduan Coca Cola. Nyuwun sewu.)
I am addicted to giving to others as much as I can. (Tapi aku juga siap nrimo.)
I am addicted to Dylan & Hank and Joni Mitchell and Ram & even some strange songs almost my own. (Dan Tendangan dari Langit.)
I am addicted to Aussie Rules footy especially the beautiful girls. (Tolong, Bunda Maria. Ave Matilda.)
I am addicted to falling down in love with all the new ideas I am desperate to share. (Sekali merdeka, tetap merdeka.)
I am addicted to God, to Allah, to Karma and Love. (Al Quddus dan Roh Kudus menemaniku.)
Yes.
I am addicted to Love. (Ya Rahman Ya Rahim, for God so loved the world.)
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At our best, aren’t we all addicted to Love and God?
No.
Not here in Terra Nullius.
We need addiction to love.
But we are estranged from ourselves.
From loving. From knowing. From God.
All beaten and defeated as in Lawson’s timeless drone:
“They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery’s unknown;
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And so it must be while the world goes rolling round its course,
The warning pen shall write in vain, the warning voice grow hoarse
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In that pent track of living death—the city’s cruel street.”
In Bourke St there’s a window with a bright fixed plastic sign
That lies eyes blind dead drastic that no ones left behind.
Geoff Fox, 3rd June, 2025, Melbourne, Australia
Aku juga kecanduan Republik Indonesia.
Aku mau jadi WNI.
(Sehaurusnya sejak dulu.)