Blog ini cuma sebuah laku bacalah, bukan bacakanlah.

Sebab bisikan selalu jatuh lembut di telinga, tak seperti teriak yang menghantam pekak.
Tidak seperti gema yang menggelantah dengan dobrakan gelora, melainkan lebih ingin gaungnya pribadi dan dadi abadi.
Untuk disimpan di dalam batin, bagai bersemedi di dalam nadi.

Makna bersembunyi pada selumbar-selumbar semantik, pada pendar-pendar punktuasi. Walaupun ia akan dijumpai bilamana dicari.

December 14, 2009

letter from a cello bliss

aku akan
memainkan sebuah sonata
dengan serunai

brahms dan tchaikovsky
wagner dan chopin
mozart yang dinamis
bahkan claudio monteverde

persetan cemooh orang
kamu juga belum lahir pada zaman zaman itu

semua telah lama ada, dan masih dipertahankan
sebab keindahan tak lekang oleh waktu
kelak kita menyebutnya budaya

lestarikan jangan lupakan
abadikan jangan abaikan

tapi kenyataan mematri sesuatu yang paradoks

hanya negeri dengan namanya sendiri yang memelihara budaya
untuk satu ini swasta tak punya fasilitas fakultas

dasar feodal
umpat segelintir badut


urban metropolis sinting
masyarakat kapitalis kotor


upaya ini lebih bernilai
dari kekosongan yang mengakari hidup kalian
terutama akhir-akhir ini
mau diasong kemana kepala berisi melulu materi?
(( ))

tapi kamu tidak bisa meniup serunai, kak
sela adikku

aku mendengus
kalau demikian,
akan kubawa celloku sampai vienna
lalu memainkan indonesia raya

sumbangsih sepenuh hati
kepada bangsa yang berarti.

November 29, 2009

painfully but finally

Don't stand too close to me.

We just hurt each other.
Keep hurting. Each another. How can you not see.






Watch the distant, would you?


there is no such thing like a new beginning, all we have is, an old wound
that never gonna ever disappear

September 12, 2009

while fall calls

Fool, do you think anyone’s born either as or to be cynical?

Blame society for its cruel
Blame those untrusted human beings
Blame packs of pseudo-friend about sharing some reciprocal intimacies

Blame civilized system which causes irritation in all aspect of fundamental gratification
Blame the victory of competing who has the biggest ego


Blame morons who are unable to see harmony of diversity
Blame stupidity of seniority

Blame big town that has cut e v er y th i ng



Blame Stuttgart ;
for snatchingstealing
for takingtearing
from me
my solely radiance

BLAME SOCIETY
For its cruel has successfully ruined me
For now I feel just empty

*blame few shots I've drunk.

keep retorting

Even perfect woman (if there’s one of a kind) is human still.
Her capability of healing is not unlimited.

Quoted
“How can I live when we’re parted?”
“All we need is space; it is spaciousness all we hold.”
“Forgive my earthly possession.”

“Fail to understand how perfect love can be confounded out of hand.”
“One more longing backward glance.”
“I just want our time to be slower and gentler.”


She knew he needs her. He needs her to know him.

He needs her anyway. Screw it.

Different perspectives. Similar aims.
And after the acute aches of faint sacrificies, in five timeless years, yeah, yeah, what’s on earth they will put any concern in that.

In the end, neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, not powers will separate them.
Virtus, concordia, fides.

August 10, 2009

innuendo

Even if I start all over again
It does nothing to stop this pain
Hardly say, but seems everything is in vain

Counting days with sorrow
While there's no more you I know
Grasp each and grow

Distance used to make us wiser
Walk a leap further climb a step higher
From the convent murmur little prayer

Righteousness is indisputable
Couldn't just take it as simple
Be utterly humble

Since I'm not servant of your ego
I'm not servant of any one's ego
We must let go.

May 20, 2009

warm aegea

you need not much, mucho
because at the end of the day
there'll be just some left over
trust me

you don't need much, mucho
what you need is precious little amount
that you can count on
for ever

( this is me confessing: I miss them . . )