// Poetry № 5 //

From February 1st 2017


apa kata mereka jika semua ini hanyalah sebatas khayalan?

jika semua hanya bayang-bayang dari imajinasi dan keinginan,

“guratan dan ilusi ini hanyalah imajinasi para pemberontak yang hanya bisa menari diantara hujan”

regards1

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// Behind the Art, Behind the Writings //

Hello! I’ve been off for a while because it has been quite hectic the past few weeks. There’s this event a while ago that I attended that I feel to write right now.


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Back on 28th of August,  I went to an exhibition at Komunitas Salihara, Pasar Minggu, by one of the local artists who is also an entrepreneur, Melissa Sunjaya. She’s the owner of a brand called ‘Tulisan’. This exhibition was a tribute to Indonesia’s favorite poet, Chairil Anwar, and it was called ‘Bio-Fantasy: A Tribute to Chairil Anwar by Melissa Sunjaya’.

Every inch artwork inside the exhibition was by her. She wrote on how she felt about Chairil Anwar and his works. What’s interesting was that she wrote it on plywood walls, consisting research about his works also her works to find the relation. Melissa also made illustrations for 5 of Chairil’s poetry, which one of them was the famous ‘Aku’ poetry. Her artistic handwriting really supported her work which made it more interesting and pleasing.

The highlight of the event was that behind her work of art, through a red film lens, we can see a line from Chairil’s poetry. There was 75 abstracts work by her that has lines from every single poetry by him. It was a very pleasing and interesting way of holding an exhibition or a tribute.

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you can check out more photos on http://the11-05.tumblr.com/post/152752117392/bio-fantasy-a-tribute-to-chairil-anwar-by

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// Poetry № 2; Not in the Same Boat //

From February 14th, 2016.

I made improvements from the original one. 


As time goes,

one will go on,

and one will suffer.

One who keep trying to move on,

indifferent seeing the other.

The one who still need time,

who is still absorb with the past,

while the other is ready to move.

And it drifts apart,

away from one another.

One who floats,

one who sinks.

Guess we’re not in the same boat anymore

regards1