Alam, Cinta, Eksistensialisme, Puisi

Pengantar Kepada Lagu-lagu Pengalaman

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Adaptasi dari puisi William Blake, Introduction to Songs of Experience

Dengarlah suara sang penyair
Yang melihat masa kini, masa depan, dan masa lalu
Yang telinganya mendengar kata-kata kudus
Yang mengendap di antara pohon-pohon purba

Sang Penyair
memanggil jiwa-jiwa pendosa
dan menangis dalam embun malam

Sang Penyair
Yang dapat menguasai kutub-kutub bintang,
dan jatuhlah, jatuhlah cahaya membaharu!

O, Bumi! O, Bumi kembali!
Terbit keluar dari rumput basah;
Malam telah terpakai,
dan pagi,
pagi muncul dari dengkuran orang-orang

“Jangan melihat ke belakang,
kenapa kau berpaling?
Lantai berbintang
pantai berpeluh
telah diberikan padamu sampai akhir hari…”

Buku, Kurasi/Kritik, Uncategorized

Badut Zarathustra dan Labirin Ruhlelana (Bagian I dari V)

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Sebuah pengantar yang saya buat untuk buku kumpulan cerpen Ervin Ruhlelana, “Fiksi-fiksi Benang Merah (dalam 4 Genre).”

Saya adalah badut Zarathustra yang sedang memanjat tiang.

Yang ada di tangan anda seperti Indonesia. Sebuah negeri besar yang memiliki penduduk sangat banyak namun selalu dalam keadaan mengambang dan bingung. Sebuah bangsa yang setiap hari menemukan dirinya terjebak dalam sejarah baru—sejarah yang terus diungkap dan hanya sebagian orang mau melihat kenyataannya, sisanya memilih hidup dengan sejarah yang lebih familiar: ilusi peninggalan Soeharto atau mitologi fabrikasi agama. Sebuah bangsa yang terdiri dari individu-individu sesat arah yang masing-masing sadar atau tidak sadar memilih identitas dan membuat sejarahnya sendiri. Sejarah yang seringkali fiktif. Sejarah diri yang tidak berpegangan banyak pada fakta-fakta tetapi pada mitos dan rumor.

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English, Musik, Portfolio

Prologue (Daevakuin)

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I accidentally found this recording in my old hard disk. This is a demo track from my old band, Clitourism – Yeah I know the name was chessy, we were chessy and drunk too, that’s why it didn’t work out. But it was a lot of fun tho. haha.

This song was written by Pry. I played a little bit of melody and put the song effects and additional dialogues. I recorded it and mixed it around 2005 in a radio advertising studio called studio 19. I took some part of Mystic River Dialogue between Sean Penn and Tim Robins in the climax scene–hope they wont sue me for this, after all this is a tribute to the film. Copyright infringements? Well “There are certain instances where you may be able to use excerpts of copyrighted material without a licence – for example, if you use a small part of someone else’s work for the purposes of criticism or review, or if your use constitutes “fair use” under applicable law (particularly U.S. law) – however, discussion of these exceptions is beyond the scope of this guidance. ”

Pry was one hell of a songwriter. He was a good guitarist, vocalist and songwriter. He had a rockstar in him, but he was too young and stupid so he fucked it up. We all fucked up actually. Lost kids, you know. We barely remember being sober.

This was supposed to be a prologue for our EP–which, of course, never came out. It was one of the best days of our lives, making this project.

So enjoy.

Alam, Cinta, Eksistensialisme, English, Perlawanan, Puisi

The Five of Tens to One

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The hunger the lost
The will to power over nothing
The running the hiding
The thirst to taste each and everything
The confusion the intrusion
The complication of a conspicuos mind
The pride the ego
The prejudice in interpreting faces
The body the sex
The desire on collecting playable objects

The moments the truths
The misdemenour of a forgotten subaltern
The break the broken
The time to rest upon forever
The silence the dream
The sleep surpassing state of death
The deprivation the population
The society rejects incorporation
The denial the defiance
The illusion of being a free anarchist

The God the angels
The promised heaven that never achieved
The cold the weather
The frozen point of burning guns
The laughter the mask
The wall exhibit emotions
The sickness the sea
The remedy of being a stranded stranger
The music the sirene
The leaves falls composing asphalt

The talk the poetry
The structure of tens of meaningless parable
The lovers the passion
The intercourse of incomprehension
The screen the keyboards
The random codes of exploitations
The island the man
The woman woven waves of wolves
The howling the city
The wind cries engine growls

The road the intersection
The part where chosing is not an option
The searching the roses
The pavement of rotting carcasses
The words the phrases
The pragmatism in losing semantics
The books the bibles
The open and closing of dangerous minds
The spaces the places
The end to start and the start to end

The evil the willing to never get even