ZEN Hae put a poem on the gravestone. It’s not about a silent death or distressing mourning. Instead, it’s about the noises on the streets, about the din from radio and television, at the bus terminal, in brothels and in cafes. Also in our houses which are filled with cuss words: You son of a bitch. See you in hell! (Taman Kanak-kanak—Kindergarten poem)

Yes, on the coffin the 37-year-old poet presents a piece of poetry. And the wandering s