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terbanglah's posts with tag: poem
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Where do you live? Said the girl, said the girl
I live near the sea, in the very heart of the old town
Who do you love? Asked the girl, asked the girl
I love her who's stolen my heart, wake me up from the dead.
To the place where you shall keep on searching, keep on moving
Come here my love, that we should be together, shall be forever
Because they when brought to bow, that Homme is at his weakest
Because you then ought to know, that Home is where the Heart is..
(c) TLT, all rights reserved
dedicated to my princess, my precious,
the best thing that ever happened in my life
Photos courtesy of TLT, taken on Urban Kitchen, Pacific Place, Jun 02, 2008
Poem made whilst being frantically prepared for an immediate assignment to the field,
Tuesday, Jun 17, 2008 -- 16.21 wib
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Bagaimana setangkup roti yang,
Terulur oleh halusnya selentik tangan,
Dengan sentuhan senyum dan tatapan, Menakar dalamnya persahabatan terperi,
Atau mengukir tulusnya perhatian bermakna,
Maupun segenggam asa dan segudang tanya?
© terbanglah lebih tinggi
Jakarta 12870 Pancoran
Rabu, 26 Jul 2006 – 07.41 AM
** judul dikutip secara bebas dari sebuah film monumental karya Garin Nugroho
** sebuah insiden dg seorang sahabat, di waktu yang telah lalu (nearly 2 ys ago)
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Pembacaan dan musikalisasi puisi dari sosok penyair (Indonesia) favorit gue, Prof Dr Sapardi Djoko Damono. Sudah sering gue mendengar soal “musikalisasi something”, baru kali ini berkesempatan untuk mencicipinya. Ternyata menarik juga.
Sapardi adalah penyair yang juga pernah menjadi Dekan Fak Sastra Universitas Indonesia (sekarang berubah nama menjadi FIB-UI), yang lantunan kata2 dalam karya nya sanggup menyentuh sanubari, menggetarkan hati, merangsang kenangan, dan membangkitkan asa.
Banyak dari hanya sedikit puisi yang pernah gue buat; entah untuk konsumsi sendiri atau demi seseorang, yang terinspirasi dari lantunan irama nya. Karenanya adalah suatu kehormatan untuk dapat menyaksikan pementasannya secara langsung (walaupun sehabis itu badan serasa remuk akumulasi kecapekan seminggu, heuhe).
Tanpa diduga, ternyata saat di dalam kami duduk persis bersebelahan dengan sang Maestro dan adiknya (Niniek L Karim), yang rupanya sengaja duduk secara incognito. Dan kami pun sempat saling bertukar sapa dan senyum. Atau mungkin seharusnya gue berfoto bersama seperti selayaknya seorang pengagum kepada idola nya, ya? *grin
Jangan lupa mencoba beberapa CD rekaman yang ditawarkan. Beberapa yang gue beli ditampilkan foto nya di halaman ini. If you’re a big fans of him, then you should have it!
Sayang sekali pertunjukkan, terutama menjelang akhir, agak dirusak dengan teriakan2 tidak senonoh yang diperdengarkan oleh beberapa penonton yang duduk 2 (dua) baris di belakang kami. Mereka melampiaskan ketidaksenangan mereka pada gaya mbeling sang MC. Apapun sebabnya, yang kalian lakukan itu sungguh perbuatan yang tidak berbudaya, kawan. Sangat mengganggu penonton lain yang ingin menikmati pertunjukkan. Dan di mana rasa hormat mu pada sang penyair, yang tentunya mendengar jelas semua ocehan mu? Kalian toh tahu, di mana pintu keluar. Ataukah kaliah memang hanya ingin kehadiran kalian di sana sebagai peneguh tanda popularitas gengsi di antara sesama; dengan tanpa mengerti apa yang ditampilkan -- apapun itu? Sebuah unjuk superfisilialitas tanpa henti sembari mengangkangi pertunjukkan seni sebagai obyek penderita?
Jumat, 15 Feb 2008
Taman Ismail Marzuki
Grha Bhakti Budaya
PS:
Sebenarnya koleksi foto ini dimaksudkan untuk koleksi pribadi, tapi Rieke memintanya untuk dimuat, sebagai pengganti ketidakhadirannya. Here you go, Ke, as you wish. Betapa beruntungnya elo karena bisa setiap hari berpapasan dengan Sapardi di kampus.
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| Start: | Feb 15, '08 8:00p | | Location: | Graha Bhakti Budaya, TIM, Jakarta |
Pembacaan dan musikalisasi puisi dari sosok penyair (Indonesia) favorit gue.
Mantan dekan Fak Sastra UI (skrg berubah nama mjd FIB-UI), yang lantunan kata2 dalam karya nya sanggup menyentuh sanubari, menggetarkan hati, merangsang kenangan, dan membangkitkan asa.
Banyak dari hanya sedikit puisi yang pernah gue buat; entah untuk konsumsi sendiri atau demi seseorang, yang terinspirasi dari lantunan irama nya. Karenanya adalah suatu kehormatan untuk dapat menyaksikan pementasannya secara langsung.
PS:
Gimana cara ngedapetin tiketnya yah? Gue pengen nonton yg hari Jumat nih; butuh 2 tiket. Udah coba hubungi ke no telp nya TIM yg banyak beredar di iklan2 ttg pementasan Sapardi ini kok ndilalah ndak bisa dihubungi. Anyone? Please..
For: terbanglah lebih tinggi Kencangkan tali helmmu: tanpa kutahu maknanya
Saat kau melaju ke barat, baru kupahami perjalanan ini
Melesat kencang hiraukan "bumpy road"
dan aku berusaha keras untuk tetap berada di belakangmu Der win spuren: anginnya seperti dari Chicago ke LA
2000 mil rasanya hanya dari Blok M-Manggarai
Aku tidak berhenti di St. Louis, turunkan aku di Kuningan
Tidak ke Missouri apalagi Oklahoma City! Berkejaran dengan waktu, itukah makna hidupmu?
Manakah persimpangan yang kau pilih:
Amarillo-New Mexico?
Arizona-Wynonna? Atau lewat San Bernardino?  Ah, apalagi yang ditunggu:
Berikan tendanganmu untuk Kopaja 66 itu,
Dia hampir membuatku mati!
Stop kiri, Pak, sampai disini!
Black Cat Jazz Supper Club: 9 Jan'08, 9pm-1am
by Danielle, deus iudex meus est
http://daniellebelle.blogspot.com
Photo courtesy of TLT, Sat, Nov 24, 2007. At Paint the Town with Jazz, and my future office building, Senayan National Stadium, Jakarta
Further read:
A night on Black Cat, and route 66
Note:
- "Route 66" was a popular and legendary standard jazz performance, sang by many well-known performers incl Nat King Cole, Chuck Berry, The Rolling Stones, Herman Brood, The Cramps, Depeche Mode, John Mayer, The Manhattan Transfer with Oscar Peterson, Asleep at the Wheel and Van Morrison. It was originally wrote in 1946
- Whilst Danielle insisted that she was mentioned the famous song, I simply referred it to Kopaja Route 66 (Blok M - Manggarai, Jakarta) I often used to take to go to PricewaterhouseCoopers at Setiabudi, Jakarta, years ago *grin
The past often forgotten
Is the way we traveled today
And the future we are looking up to.
It is a photo album of our very own. Never to be cherished,
Never to be reminded,
Never to be abandoned,
Never to be hold on to. It is something that shaped the way we are today.
It is everything we really are.
Today.
....... Happy New Year.
© terbanglah lebih tinggi
Jakarta, Wed, Dec 26, 2007.
PS:
will be sent as my new year wish sms to few
all rights reserved.
Where are you now? Where are you now? Jogja, or already headed back to Paris? (and the mobile kept silent) Where ever you are, please bear in mind that I miss you, and long to see you. (and the messenger ain’t blink) And talk about things, and thoughts, and feelings, And the unpredictable Jakarta's weather currently, and whether pigs have wings. And some other thousands small precious things – yet that could make us laugh, or inspire a discussion, As the way it used to be. And please don’t make your Mom and Dad sad anymore.. They love you soo much, though you may never realized how great it could be. And do make me proud, dear. Thinking of you, © terbanglah lebih tinggi Jakarta, Sat, 070707 – 14.54 wib Originally created at a blink. And sent as a message to NANS “..and whether pigs have wings..” Was quoted from a classic play (can you guess what it was?) With its own appropriate copyright, of course.
© terbanglah lebih tinggi .. Wondering Of things. Of just one simple warmly “hi!”, perhaps. Or maybe a lot other more, for what would be another. I swear I want it, I always want it, or maybe I just want it. Guess I couldn’t, yet I dare not, and though possibly not. Never thought that I could take that first knock, Never sought that she might let me into hers. Wandering.. Jakarta 12870 Pancoran Tue, Jun 12, 2007 – 00.49 am Tue, Aug 29, 2006 – 21.23 wib
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi Apakah kita 'kan dapat mencintai seseorang karena kualitas sebenarnya yang mereka miliki? Ataukah karena "warna-warni" yang berpendar dari nya dan sanggup mengiluminasikan semesta diri terpana? Ataukah mungkin hanya sebentuk kekaguman semu nan membutakan mata hati, pun kata hati, ataukah akal? .... Jun 01, 2007 - 15.37 Terinspirasi dari sini: older guys: dreamy or dangerous? :-)
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
Love ain't about loss or gain
Love is not about one's way or another
Love shouldn't be about who say the last word
It's about patience, and understanding.
It's about the willingness to let go the individualist you,
It's about welcoming the colorful rainbow but grey.
It's all about time...
Jakarta 14130 Cilincing
Wednesday, May 2, 2007 - 03.25 am
Working on the report to be submitted 1st thing in the morning
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To reply to some poor souls, and SZ; who are/were reminiscingly looking back to the days when they were single and happy; and painly wondering why their shitty relationship could give them such a headache, and missing all the initial fun of the feeling of a thousand butterflies dancing on their stomach..
It’s not gone, it’s just change – my fellow humans. Into something that more subtle than it was. Into anything that would build a stronger structure and would glue the connected hearts. Into everything that will change you, forever.
Will you be strong enough to endure it? Will you be tough to hold on to it? It’d never be easy. We all know it anyway. It’s part of the fun of course. It’s part of the ride, for sure.
Photo courtesy of TLT
Lapangan Banteng, 2006 07 06 19.11
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
As the star in the sky,
floating between the space
can be beautifully seen,
can't be mortally reached
...
Jakarta 14130 Cilincing
Sun, Apr 8, 2007 – 21.48 wib
PS:
To read “Between Dreams and Reality #1”, click here. Photo courtesy of TLT: Sukabumi, Jan 9, 2007 - 17.52 wib
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
 What do you call it,
when you dream so vividly,
it looks like very real,
it feels like really happen,
it sounds like nothing but true?
..and you wake up painfully only to find
nothing but the solitude of your bed?...
But this sudden need to hear her voice,
the urgent feel to confirm her things,
this impulsive act to grab your mobile;
and make sure that everything is okay?
PS:
§ and you know that you can’t make that call
or you’d look stupid and be talked all over the flock
goddammit.
§ dedicated for prajna, see you on 2008 Java Jazz Festival!
Jakarta 14130 Cilincing
Friday, Apr 6, 2007 – 06.00 am
[Photo courtesy of TLT]
[Taken at Pulau Umang]
[mar 24, 2007 – 02.54 am]
the Grasshopper
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
It was raining cats and dogs yesterday; almost all day long, almost all night long. The roads sure were congested with heavy traffics and honks and yells, and so did the mind.
Long the heartening interaction should be done, would be done; could it be done? Almost with no hope of retaining oneself, for another one. Reserved for another time.
the Grasshopper came again; in my dreams, the countless ones, for we fought ‘till death. The death of it, cut into pieces, ‘till its last will. The will and want and need to survive.
The cold wind of the breaking dawn; the gasp of the early air taken, the very first ray of the morning sun, the smooth chill breeze kissing the naked skin, the vulnerable heart.
I was late, and my bike had a tire flat.
A meeting of the whole industry at 9.
Perfect!
Jakarta, somewhere on the highways
Tue, Dec 5, 2006 – 07.17 AM
It’s so Damn*d Cold
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
Monday afternoon, deserted streets of beloved Jakarta.
By the end of November, revisiting another fond of memories.
It’s so cold, damn*ed! But love the way it is, as always
The beauty landscape, the smell of the rain,
the rush that moves everything around
the wind that breaks into the thin jackets
the chill that kisses the surface of the skin
the feel that infiltrates the drums of the heart
The roars that goes beyond,
the vibrate that keeps steady,
the will that breaks free,
the mind that …
Jakarta, Nov 27, 2006 – 17.32 wib
somewhere on the street, riding my bike
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photo courtesy of TLT,
Jan 7, 2005 - midnite
Friendship
terbanglah lebih tinggi
as requested by a friend
If friendship could make us even better
Why then we would need it be a bit further
Going steady makes you always have to deal with
such ownership, some encounters, and merely individualism
And deals the passion of having that someone you are with
such jealousy, some heartbreaks, and merely egoism.
If friendship could free us even better
Why then we should need it a bit farther
The sweetness of friendship
The neverending story of
Friendship
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oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
I won't ever allowed myself to fall into weakness.
For if I do, then l shall lost my concentration.
I won’t ever allowed myself to kneel beyond pain
For if I do, then I shall give up to my consternation.
and yes, Life goes on.
heck no, life Must goes on.
Trying to be strong, trying to ever walk on –
eventhough in such despair.
Trying to be brave, trying to keep on going –
eventhough in such sorrow.
Jakarta 12870 Pancoran
Mon, November 13, 2006 – 18.48 wib
PS.
§ There is more to this than meets the eye…
§ Parts of the poem above inspired from Zeventina’s ym mesg. Thanks!
Note:
"..Jangan pernah takut akan prosesnya..
nikmatilah, karena segala sesuatu ada waktunya"
[email received fr an old friend; Mon, Nov 13, 2006 – 18.41 wib]
Amazingly, it was delivered almost precisely at the same moment when I share my worries to a friend, to her listening ears, to her open heart. Thank you. You know who you are, thank you. This almost felt as God’s own answer for those worries felt, don’t you think so? It shouldn’t be simply as a coincidence, no? It wasn’t simply a fun-forwarding email, no?
Tell me.
Tell me not.
Isn’t It?
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
Isn’t love is all about life?
That's why I (try to) learn and inquiry about it - a lot.
It is the journey that would and does matter the most, dear.
Yet sooner or later there should be this one special port
That (could) capture your heart, and hold it – forever.
Against people’s assumption and others judgements;
It is not about being settle, it is not about being idle, it is not.
Taking all you got by this point, and forget the rest that shall await
It’s about walking the way - mutually.
Hands in hands, heart to heart.
And yes, you'll never know unless you try.
The way we walk. The walk we wait.
For a life time.
Isn’t life is all about love?
Jakarta 12870 Pancoran
Thu, Oct 19, 2006 – 20.16 wib
Note:
* most part above were excerpted from email correspondence with this wonderful young lady named Belle No, you won’t find any of those above on her blog, but on her email’s inbox. PS: thanks for sharing, and to make me come up with this lines. Thus, especially dedicate it for you.
* Photo courtesy of TLT, all rights reserved. With a dear little cousin.
Aku Ingin Tahu
oleh: danielle woro
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aku ingin tahu apakah
kau telah menyentuh
pusat duka mu sendiri,
jika kau telah dibukakan
oleh pengkhianatan hidup,
ataukah
menjadi layu dan tertutup
karena takut disakiti lagi?
Jogjakarta, Oct 11, 2006 -15.31 wib
was originally received by sms
A lil’ poem for you, TLT
Fly it higher, babe!
Why this Time It Feels so Quiet..
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
The same spot, the same location, exactly the place; merely for a four months away. But this time it’s so quiet here, inside the GKJ Lounge Hall, and may also be inside of the man.
Different posters, different ambiences; weirdo passing by, folks chatting away, strangers wandering along. It’s all quiet.. in the aisle nor maybe at the parking lot. In the middle of the crowds. Nearly in the nighs of the nighty nite.
Reminiscing the ever gone days when everything was not even new; unsure, unsecure and unpredictable. And facing up the facts of that cruel present time when everything is already obsolete, certain, and unquestionable.
Maybe sure there’s something hiding, waiting to be found out. Often one could looking at the presence of the darkest, or even the brightest. Or perhaps would only be felt like a stab in the very heart.
Of mine.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta, Pasar Baru
Jamila dan Sang Presiden, by Satu Merah Panggung
Jum’at, 28 Jul 2006 – 19:43 wib
 It’s Not Gonna be Easy
oleh: terbanglah lebih tinggi
Of the passing wondering mind
and ever wishful thinking.
No matter what they’d say;
it's so sweet, and yet beautiful.
Surely we should give room
to the memories left behind.
Either to let it be fully grown,
nor to cascade it away..
Neither would be easy for the heart.
Whose said it's gonna be easy?
Whose said it's gonna be easy?
It's never do.
It’s not.
Darn.
….
Jakarta 12870 Pancoran
Fri, Sep 15, 2006 – 18.16 wib
Note:
Photo was taken by me; Mar 03, 2005. All rights reserved.
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