Minggu, 29 Maret 2015

A star named Twinkle

When I feel inconfident, I learn to remember this poem I wrote.

A star named Twinkle

The star was never the brightest
Yet his name laid within folklores and songs
His light of dust was a tint of blue
Everyone knew his name

His friends mocked
"Twinkle, Twinkle little star!"
Thus he was said to be small
But never he had actually been

Too long had he lived in everyone's word
Too much had he thought of himself
That he was what people told him

He looked down to a mirroring pond
In tears, he sang the damned song
"Twinkle, Twinkle, ....little star
How I wonder...what you are?"

The poor thing was clouded by loneliness
"Up above the sky, so high..."
But he soon smiled as he sang the next words
"Like a diamond...in the sky"

He laughed at himself, realising that
The song was no mockery at all

"Twinkle, Twinkle,...
I'm a little star
But I'm too
A diamond of the sky!"

Rabu, 18 Maret 2015

Tips menulis puisi

Ah puisi...karya tulis dimana orang-orang bisa merengek, mengkritik, dan alay seenaknya atas alasan 'ekspresi diri' (sarkasme).
Salah satu media pelampiasan keinginan yang terpendam, dalam kata-kata sok indah dan kepasifan yang menakjubkan...(sarkasme lagi).
Karena kalau ada masalah, kenapa ga ambil tindakan? Kenapa harus nulis tulisan lebay yang ga bakal diliat orang dan ga bakal berguna apa-apa? Apa karena terlalu pengecut untuk berani bertindak? (sarkasme, lagi-lagi xD)

Itulah jadinya kalo logika diterapkan dalam puisi. Puisi itu bentuk karya sastra, bahkan ada yang bilang seni. Semuanya emosi dan ekspresi diri. Aneh kalo ada logikanya. Kalau ada pujangga yang consider logika, dia akan terganggu oleh dua perspektif :
Satu, waktu dia nulis pikirannya "wah bagus ya kata-kataku. Kuat sekali emosinya, aku sendiri sampai terharu....*srot srot ingus*. ", "deskripsi indah yg sempurna!"
Lalu dua, logikanya mencoba menghalang-halangi, pikirannya jadi : "Rumput hitam? Emang ada rumput warnanya hitam??", "Sakit hati melulu, gak sirosis, apa?", "emangnya alam bisa berbisik? Kan gak punya mulut!", "aku ini gila, ya? Maunya bunuh-bunuhan terus" <-- spoof of my own poem xD

Aku kalo lagi nulis, karena aku hidup dengan orang-orang yang logis, sering dapat pikiran kaya gini. Aku membuat karya sambil mengejek karyaku sendiri, karena aku sadar kalau karyaku pada ga masuk akal (kinda hypocritical, isn't it?). Tapi, who cares? Aku senang pas nulis, aku nyaman kalau mengekspresikan diri dan pikiranku dalam bentuk tulisan. Kenapa harus dengar kata orang? Kalo tindakanku salah lo, yang rugi ya aku, bukan orang lain :P

Jadi ya gitu deh, ini basically a passive form of ranting, karena aku, yang dilatih kelogisan berpikirnya, juga sadar kalo beberapa puisi yg kutulis itu bodoh :P Jadi kalau mau nulis karya, abaikanlah logika (kecuali cerpen detektif dan karya yg realis) supaya yg ada cuma ide agar produktivitas kamu ga dihalangi logic, Ok?

Ah, what the hell, nobody's reading this anyway....

Minggu, 15 Maret 2015

The Chicken Truck

A dark joke poem I wrote, inspired by the real one I saw in the street of surabaya. I posted this on poetfreak under the title of "The Slaughterhouse Drive".

The Chicken Truck

What a bright day it was, early sunday morning
Yet that little beak couldn't even force a smile
Her head lowered, as if shamed or hopeless
Tears ran down her feathered face
Through the road, her fate was waiting

Her friends were chatty, oblivious
They were flirting with the uncaged roosters
"Crow! Crow!" He called back
Her friends giggled and said farewell

She was unable to comprehend
When humans took her unborn children
And feast for them at breakfast
She had never understood
Why her sister was their food
And her fellow feathered creatures were so happy
While they were marched into their unwanted deaths

Then, she squeezed herself out of the cage, and decided
She would take it no longer

She flew and crowed loud, the driver frightened
She drowned in psychotic rage and wounded him
The truck swerved to the other side, and crashed into a building.
She was thrown off to the road, her head was hit
Flapping her wings were useless to fly

Her eyes enclosed in peace, muttering satisfaction
That at least her death was done her own

Aku by Chairil Anwar (serious translation)

This is for learning purpose only, copyright by Chairil Anwar. Originally a poem titled "Aku".

I
By Chairil Anwar

If my time should come
No-one will I want myself to be teased
Not even by you
No sobs will I need so

I'm just a bitch
Exiled from my kinds

Let the bullets pierced through my skin
Will I remain enraged, lunged

Wounds and venom may I carry aflee
Aflee

'Till die are the pain and hisses
And not caring will I be more
For I want to live a thousand years more

Kamis, 12 Maret 2015

Hilang

I originally posted this on an indonesian poetry website (which I honestly don't like, but for the sake of sharing, whatever). It's basically about how much change can a person go through within a short period of time that it seems like a murder. I wrote this in approximately 15 minutes, basically just typing random words I could think of that moment, that's why it doesn't make sense and a bit surrealistic....

Hilang
By Hawun Harati

Dua malam, mata kantuk
Waktu hilang kala hari berganti
Dua siang, asa sayup
Tak kan datang, untuk apa menanti?

Cermin sudah kotor dan bayangan buram
Danau keruh dan sungai bisu, tak ber-riak
Karena apa yang dulu ada
Sudah hilang semua

Hilang, dihajar waktu
Dibantai interaksi
Leher evolusi digorok
Oleh yang tidak ingin disaingi

Sombong, angkuh,
Membutakan manusia
Cekik asap, batuk yang rapuh
Darah menodai retakan kaca
“Kau siapa?”

Jadi apa dia sekarang?
Apa sama?

Ah, haruskah kuingat?
Samar sekali, tak sama sekali

Si rambut merah itu lama tak jumpa denganku
Jarinya gemuk, kulitnya mengkilat
Bibirnya kaku dibalik kerudung
Terusnya ia menanya pilu
"Siapa kau? Siapa kau?”

Pekik bising teriaknya
Menggetarkan semua telinga
Meronta ia, merintih perih
Mengambil semua hati

Tapi, dia tersenyum,
Senyum licik dan puas,
Cermin tua sudah pecah
Tetapi ia tak siuman

Karena walau hilang
Ia tetap tak rela
Ditinggal hidup sendirian
Karena membunuh masa lalunya

Foopets!

I randomly opened this site after never opening this site for ages! I mean like, this site is my childhood and I grew up with this xD So, for the sake of nostalgia, I made another account and adopt a westie puppy named Norman (yeah, after Heavy Rain's Norman Jayden, his 'lazy eyes' kinda reminds me of him somehow...) here are the snapshots of my Nor-nor <3 incredibly="" p="" sounds="" that="" weird="">ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO FOOPETS.COM. I'M JUST A USER OF THIS SITE.


See? little Norman is 'high' on tripto again :))
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Can't resist this snowy cuteness
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We played fetch...
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He says hi to you! :D
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Cutie :D
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Sleeping cutie
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Selasa, 10 Maret 2015

Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive

Ah, Bee Gees...The 70s band of "hairy" brothers whose songs my dad loves to listen to....The band whose songs become the soundtrack of a cult movie : Saturday Night Fever.
Even though the vocalist doesn't sing very well, they have some good songs (for ex : Words, How deep is your love and this!). I fell in love with the funky intro when I first heard this song, and strangely drawn to its annoying, high pitched voice (Which is why I love playing this song on my phone to annoy my sister xD)
Now, it becomes the anthem of my life. Nevermind the seemingly dark subject of the song (in which it probably implied the 70s "economic" depression?), I managed to go through all the obstacles in life because I'm stayin' aliiivee~~
This song and its other contents ARE NOT MINE. SHARED FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSE ONLY.

Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive




Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around
Since I was born.

And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Well now, I get low and I get high,
And if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.

You know it's all right. It's OK
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.

And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Senin, 02 Maret 2015

Clouds (Pseudo-fairytale)

I post this on Poetfreak.com at first, then I decided to post it here since it is also one of my works.

Clouds

T'was once a maiden, whose life was harmony
She lived in an undisturbed village, where the sun shone and the moon gleamed 
His people never denies, and carefully cares
For a path of green she walked on.
Her hair was the colour of a raven, her skin fair, and eyes brown like late autumn
A raven, she too seemed like
She hid and covered her own mystery, flying only when a life depends on a fate
And seek kindness no matter how deep the the evil lurks
Yet a beauty she remains, though she dressed in a shadow and mingled with the deaths.

Once upon a day, she wandered to the river
She brought her clothes to wash, ones which had been stained by the blood of past
Then, a strange man appeared which made the maiden startled, the clothes fell from her gentle fingers
"O, lady!" He hailed. "Ever long I live to never see a miracle, but now my own eyes surprises me."
Still, she remained, the man eyed her from head to toe,
"I've never seen such a perfect craft of God. I've never recognised a delicate sets of true bones of my breast." He praised
The man took a step towards her, yet the girl looked disturbed
Frightened was she, had she never seen the kinds of the husbands
"Goodness. I think I fall in love"
"If you fall, you must get up" The maiden replied with doubts.
"No! It's a terrific blow and I desire the pain. My body has given itself up to the ground, I will not raise from it nor will I regret that you have tripped me. I must be yours."
The man approached, kneeling before her.
"Marry me, madame"
"What for? What for?" She questioned.
"I will give your life joy. We will adore ourselves each and every day. I will smile at your pulchritude and compared it to no other."
"No." Sternly she replied. "Don't be ridiculous, I know you not, nor do I love you."
"I will spend my future to do so" 
"I'm sorry, young man. I can't" The maiden looked away. "The past taught us what to or not to do for our future. My past was grim, bloodied and cursed, I was trying to wash it away. Yet you have interrupted me, thus, I couldn't finish. You just made my future worse" 
And so was the tale of a maiden 
Who lost her future
Because a sudden proposal won't always be
A "happily ever after"

Aku by Chairil Anwar

I joked with my sister about translating indonesian poems into english ones for learning purposes. Here's the result 
Original text (Teks asli puisi Aku):
"Aku"-Chairil Anwar
Kalau sampai waktuku
'Ku mau tak seorang kan merayu

Tidak juga kau
Tak perlu sedu sedan itu

Aku ini binatang jalang
Dari kumpulannya terbuang

Biar peluru menembus kulitku
Aku tetap meradang menerjang

Luka dan bisa kubawa berlari
Berlari
Hingga hilang pedih peri

Dan aku akan lebih tidak perduli
Aku mau hidup seribu tahun lagi

English version (mockery) :

I by Chairil Anwar

If my time should come
I want nobody to tease me
Not even you

No sob will I need so

I am only a bitch
From the exiled collections

Let the bullets pierced through me
Will I remain inflamed, lunged

Wounds may I carry aflee
Aflee

'Till die is the elvish pain
And I grant no shit anymore
For thousand years shall I live more


Untuk translatean yang lebih serius, klik ini : http://hawunpyro.blogspot.com/2015/03/aku-by-chairil-anwar-serious-translation.html