Palaran

Mallets mark the beginning, striking almost
Simultaneously on priest blessed bronze

Extended fingers join in on stretched
Skin, finding each other in a centuries old
Unalterable cadence

String-players cut their way in
Pulling strings ever closer towards
Themselves, intertwining their own melody
With the origin of all narration

Then, to the searching tones
Of flutes, down to the depths of Sanskrit
In Javanese, rises the shrill singing

Of old women, well-versed in love
And loss, the importance of rules and laws

Girls made to feel on their own bodies

What listening involves



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Hagenaars
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