Thursday, October 29, 2015

Slam Poem / Poem is Living


Phil Kaye : Repetition

I plan to post about this about two weeks ago. But just today I could make the effort. In the very first of this posting, consist my favorite videos of slam poem. Slam poem is kind of trend reading poetry which speaking about something vague, taboo, or just ordinary but kinda make us muttering "oh boy, that was i really want to talk about" (at least this is my feeling towards it). It's not like our local doesn't have good poet reader, though I prefer old men like Saut Sitompul et cetera et cetera. (yeah, I don't know much).

What makes slam poem good? I research about them a bit. And I found there are pros and cons, but it's good already. On last of my list, where Sarah actually speaking in some kind of college graduation, well, she also read about two poem (the latter is The Type, you can search on your own). I know about last four years, maybe, that poem doesnt necessarily to be read where you pour emotion, burst and blast, like such. But there also like Katie Makkai's Pretty which is pretty awesome. Let me tell you if you don't know about much poem. My teacher ever told me, in a contest (theatre), a poem reader shouldn't let his own projection pour into his reading, though it possible you read your own. In some cases, a reader who read a poem very powerful, make your heart move, and surely good, but in a contest, a jury disqualify him. My teacher ask, "do you know why?". When he read, he give a moment to bend his hat, maybe his hat slightly off and the jury give his a disqualify. And that very moment, he let his own projection interfere with his reading. While you maybe questioning this, why, we wont talk about this. Let me told another matter.

A poem, commonly use metaphor to disguise its own meaning to give a beautiful structure and imagination. This is sometimes looks funny, because ... does our humanity seem that poor? Maybe not. And there is personification. Let aside another poem where words just loose with metaphor and almost like story telling, and still make good poem too. But here a thing; a poem is also like a living. They have tons of layer to disguise their own meaning. What readers read simply interpret how their limit. I've written short article about deride concept. It's almost alike. Until an author tell its meaning, its free zone of interpreting. Though I also ever read, when an art given to someone, in this case publish it, its totally public who have rights about its meaning. Not the author. There is time when I share my works, and they tell me "hey, isn't about this and that?". And that times I realize, "it (may) relate". And this is it. The power to move people isn't about what an author want. Like Dewi Lestari said to every her works as "giving birth to..", I think. "poem is also living."

I recommend to listen on my list above, it's pretty cool and could give me several insight to make own or just to widen my perspective. I would like know if you know another good slam poem. But since they (Sarah and Phil) are founder of Project VOICE, they're one of the best around. 


Saturday, October 24, 2015

Pinokio

Fadli menggenggam rasa takutnya
dari bengkel sampai tempat ia berdiri
menetes-netes dari celah jemarinya.
meninggalkan jati diri yang selama dua puluh tahun 
terpahat di liang pikirnya.

dalam hitungan menit kini ia terkatung-katung
bibirnya gagap, gelap, hendak berucap mampus
tapi harapan selembar tipis
dibakar pun tak berbau hangus

dan dia diam mendengarkan
bisik-bisik dari rongga tanah
tepat setunas emosi menyerap segala remah
yang lebih dahulu dikuliti cuap-cuap benci.

aku akan berubah...

tapi Fadli bukan ular maupun naga
ia hanya patung yang dipahat dengan sesal
lalu ditiupkan ruh-ruh kegagalan
dipasungkan pula berderet-deret sepah seharum madu
tepat di depan wajahnya, agar ia tak perlu mencari surga

Stabat, Oktober 2015





Tuesday, October 20, 2015

tergeletak ragamu menanti siang dipadamkan
lain saat kalbu mengait temaram hingga ia tak kunjung tenggelam
bahkan, dihadapmu mekar fajar berwarna enggan.
kau terdiam, waktu membercandai kulagi rupanya.
bagaimana mungkin hendam dipinjam terang,
rusuk-rusukmu kau rapatkan tak menyisakan ruang.
lalu kau persoal pun segala tentang kesepian,
tak sadar di wajahmu berkerut rupa-rupa kesedihan.
wajar, dada lutut dan dagumu mengerucut di sudut kamar
sambil berdebar-debar memegang anak tajam.
bayanganmu kau usir, dan kini sadarmu tak bisa disetir.

Oktober, 2015
there are times when I dont want to talk with people. I burned out easily. but not a primary excuse. sometimes talk doesn't solve anything as well as how quiet dissolving into the air.

I ever seen how big a flame could lit, and ashes that came from it never will be same again. regret, sad, frustrate, you name it, I would never identify then as the same feeling as I felt at first time. 

while I'll look them in dictionary later, maybe I wont feel it in the process. i admit i lose several parts and it'll continue to tampe my heart. sorry for i am not.