Archive for September, 2005

Let It Be

Wednesday, September 28th, 2005

+ Be cool
- I can’t
+ You used to be good at it
- I still am pretty good at it
+ Then why don’t you ?
- I don’t want to
+ Why not ?
- I just want to be me
+ You’ll be out of your zone
- I’m always out of my zone
+ You’ll need the protection then
- By being cool and cynical ?
+ No, by being you
- That’s not completely me
+ So what, why stop now ?
- Comfort
+ You’ve found your zone?
- And honesty
+ And become expose ?
- Open is a better choice of word
+ Even if that makes you sad ?
- Especially when it makes me sad
+ Why ?
-  To prevent the cool turning into bitter cold
+  So what ? ice help heal wounds
-  I want warmth in my comfort zone, not cold
+ But you’ll be wounded
- Perhaps
+ So what’s it going to be ?
- I just want to be me
+ You’re too hard on yourself
- No, just honest to myself and to you
+ You’ll have more scars
- Then let it be, I just want to be me

* This is getting to be a habit. I’m fucking talking to myself again everytime
  there are no more butterflies in my stomach. Instead, coconuts are banging
  inside my head and I’m fucking lost inside it.

Tragedi Cumi Hitam

Monday, September 26th, 2005

"Ya yang waras ngalah lah" ucapnya sambil mengaduk - aduk garpunya kedalam sepiring gado-gado. Sementara itu jari tangannya satu lagi menari-nari diatas touch pad di  Power Book Mac G4 nya untuk memamerkan layout print ad yang baru dibuatnya ke teman disebelahnya. "emang dia mau ngalah sama loe, jek?" kata temannya itu dan tertawa keras sekali. Aku dan dua teman lain di meja itu turut tertawa. "hah ?…sialan" katanya sambil meneruskan penjelasannya mengenai arti dari pesan iklan yang akan di muat di sebuah directory periklanan. "Jadi gambar ini kalo diliat dari sudut yang berbeda punya arti dan message yang berlainan. Bisa optimis, realistis, ilusionis ato juga pesimis" demikian dia menutup penjelasannya. Sementara itu dua temanku yang lain sibuk membicarakan jadwal rekaman untuk album terbaru mereka dan membahas studio mana yang akan mereka pakai.

Aku duduk menatap pesananku yang baru datang, cumi hitam dengan cabe hijau. "Looks good" kataku dalam hati. Suara - suara mereka terdengar jauh dan seperti gaung dalam kepala ku yang saat itu terasa seperti ruang hampa. Sesekali aku dengar tawa mereka dan bunyi  sound alert Yahoo Messenger dari Power Book yang tersambung oleh Wi-Fi gratis di restoran dengan makanan khas Jawa yang menawarkan setting dan design interior seperti chilling lounge dan presentasi makanan a la fine dining.

Aku perhatikan tata letak makanan di piringku yang terlihat agak sepi dan kontras sekali dengan dekorasi minimalis antara warna tinta cumi yang hitam pekat, potongan besar cabe paprika dan nasi putih diatas piring lebar berwarna putih. "Looks good" gumamku dalam hati. Sepi tapi kelihatannya enak. Hidangan ku malam ini membuatku kembali teringat akan santapan cumi yang berbeda di sebuah meja makan beberapa bulan yang lalu. Sebuah makan malam yang cozy dan berlanjut dengan obrolan yang kalau mengambil istilah dari seorang teman lain merupakan "mind blowing conversation" di teras rumah dengan banyak tanaman hijau. Aku tersenyum. Senyum pahit. Pahit karena rasa sepi dan getir di hati atau karena lapar yang terasa sejak tadi sore, akupun tidak tahu pasti. Aku ingat pada malam itupun aku sangat lapar tapi suasana hati pada saat itu sangat jauh dari rasa sepi. Aku menggeleng kepalaku seakan mengusir rasa sepi untuk tidak tetap bertengger disitu selama aku menyantap cumi hitam yang ada di depanku ini.

"Slamatzzzzzzzz…." tiba-tiba terdengar seseorang menyapa dari arah ujung meja. Ternyata seorang lagi teman atau dalam istilah bodohku satu lagi agen ganda telah datang untuk bergabung. Agen ganda, sebuah cap yang aku tempel ke segelintir orang yang sering datang ke kantorku yang berada di daerah Gandaria. Dia langsung duduk di kursi sebelah ku dan membongkar tas laptopnya. "Serius amat si loe pak?" dengan mulut setengah penuh aku bertanya ke si agen ganda. "Sedikit cukup serius juga sih kalo diliat situasinya pak, mau email booking konfirmasi about gig nya si Monday Michiru next month…..tapi yang penting suasananya tetep aman kan?" jawabnya sambil menusuk Wi-Fi adapter kedalam tubuh laptop Sony Vaio nya. Yang lain hanya terkekeh mendengar jawabannya, sudah biasa dengan gaya bicaranya yang sering ngga nyambung dan acakadut antara dua bahasa itu. Aku hanya bergumam "ohh….." sambil merenung. Sebutan agen ganda dengan double meaning itu membawaku ke sebuah istilah lain yang mirip, agen beras. Lamunan ku mengenai beras terhenti ketika salah satu dari teman musisi yang ada di meja itu melempar ide untuk tahun baru. "ke Lombok yuk tahun baru" katanya. "Bali bosen, Jakarta mati lah….kita ke Lombok aja rame-rame" lanjutnya. "Setuju, kita di tempat Philipe aja di Gili Meno" kata si agen ganda sambil tetap sibuk mengirim emailnya. "Jadi kita bikin Ibiza nih di Gili ?" kata si pembuat reklame. "Berangkatzzzz pak" kataku sambil menghabiskan sisa nasi di piringku yang sekarang sudah berubah menjadi hitam.

Sementara obrolan tahun baru terus berlanjut dengan rencana membuat Ibiza a la Lombok, aku menatap cheting atau tempat nasi tradisional khas Jawa terlihat sudah setengah kosong di depan ku. Kembali pikiranku melayang dan melamun mengenai beras.  Aku berpikir mengenai impor beras yang sedang ramai dibicarakan. Kalau akan mengambil istilah si pembuat iklan tadi mengenai arti dan pesan dari design yang dia buat maka aku sedikit agak bingung mau memilih yang mana. Negara agraris kok masih harus meng impor beras. Sama tidak masuk akalnya dengan kondisi negara yang memiliki minyak tapi terus menerus menaikan harga BBM . Apakah keputusan untuk mengimpor beras merupakan langkah realistis, ilusionis atau pesimis? Padahal stok beras tidak kurang dan kalaupun akan menurun karena harus memberi makan rakyat miskin kenapa tidak beli saja dari petani lokal sehingga dapat membantu sektor pertanian dimana banyak rakyat miskin yang bekerja di sektor itu. Ini lebih baik daripada buang uang untuk membeli dari luar negeri yang otomatis pasti menggunakan mata uang asing. Makin miskin saja nanti negara kita. Aku membayangkan para petani beras itu pasti sedang merasakan rasa sepi yang jauh lebih dalam dengan adanya distorsi pasar seperti ini. Mungkin juga rasa getir dan pahit atas ketidak adilan yang mereka rasakan dari tidak adanya keberpihakan pemerintah disisi mereka.

Lamunan ku melayang kembali ke teras dengan banyak tanaman hijau itu dan teringat dengan plakat yang di tempel di satu sisi dinding luar dirumah itu. Sebuah penghargaan untuk jasa atas rasa nasionalis yang tinggi dari salah satu pemilik rumah yang telah almarhum. Pasti beliau pun merasakan getir dan pahit yang sama saat ini kalau masih hidup. "Ya yang waras ngalah lah" kembali terngiang di telingaku. Siapa yang waras dan siapa yang harus mengalah dalam situasi dan suasana yang tidak aman ini? Mudah -mudahan tahun baru yang akan datang ini akan membawa rasa optimis yang realistis dan bukan pesimis atau ilusionis dari hal-hal yang tidak masuk akal.

4 Days At Home

Saturday, September 24th, 2005

Life_as_a_houseMonday everything was perfect.
The beautiful rainy days from the week before filled the house with fresh scent of wet grass. A breeze came through the big open windows bringing with it the cool ocean air flowing to every corners of this house on a cliff. The house felt like a home, from the first ray of light at dawn shinning through the windows on all sides of the house till the bright stars in the sky lighted the back wooden floored terrace built with a sturdy foundation over the edge of the cliff facing the sea.

The days went forward filled with comedy and sweet drama inside this cliff - top home. The casual bickering and laughter were captured by the ears of every interior walls and turning them into a decoration throughout the house. Unwatched to the eyes of others, life was happening again in this house.

Came Friday.
Comedy turned into tragedy. Laughter turned into tears. Casual bickering turned into emotional terrors. There were no more mornings filled with the smelled of fresh brewed coffee and the fresh sweet scent of orange skin marmalade over hot pancakes on the large wooden kitchen table. There were no more sounds of DVD played on the flat screen monitor showing a tearjerker movie on the calm star filled evenings. The grandfather clock in one corner of the house has stopped ticking with its pendulum in a standstill just as if life was no longer happening.

The cliff - top home has turned once again into just a house. The house looked in perfect order as usual. White sheets bed was turned neatly as always. The large black comfortable sofa looked neat and unseated with all the oversize pillows tucked in and a soft light wool blanket sometimes used during the late night movie watching was folded nicely over one of the sofa arm. But the rainy days have stopped and the house felt dry and hollow. Still unwatched by others in the neighborhood, life has left leaving only recent memories cemented into the walls along with other memories of the past.

For a brief moment of four days the house was a home once again. Life went by so fast sometimes leaving no time for understanding or forgiveness except unfulfilled happiness. Four days at home after a years of emptiness and past mistakes. Mistakes that could not be undone and all the while life was happening elsewhere and possibly the discovery of new homes.

Days slipped by until one day the front gate was opened and the sound of a car engine was heard coming into the driveway. The noise of the front door being unlocked and the sound of steps on the parquette floor marked the time to make today count again and not let life slipped by without embracing the important things. Windows were opened again letting in the sea breeze flowing inside the interior. With the sound of a flame in the gas stove being turned on to make a fresh brewed coffee, the house was again trying to feel like home. Alone by itself for now while waiting for the rainy days to come.

(Inspired by Irwin Winkler’s movie "Life As A House" starring Kevin Kline and Hayden Christensen and the memories of tons of stupid mistakes)

Elang dan Anjing

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005

Hawk_1Crackkkkkkkkkkkk !!
"Black hawk down"
"We get a black hawk down"
ringer telepon seluler ku berteriak meniru salah satu adegan dari filem dengan judul yang sama. Aku lihat sang caller ID, pffff….ga penting. Just let it ring lah. Aku teruskan pekerjaan ku di depan komputer membuat design layout untuk website sebuah event yang akan di selenggarakan beberapa bulan lagi.

Deg deg deg…
Dag dag dag…
Berdebar jantungku begitu melihat ikon kuning muncul di sebelah kanan bawah layar monitor ku untuk kemudian hilang kembali ke balik taskbar. Sebuah ikon kecil yang menandakan kehadiran satu sosok virtual. Gokil, 5 tahun dan setiap kali ikon itu muncul masih berdebar seperti ini. Dahsyat !.

Deg deg deg…
Dag dag dag…
Dog…dog……I’m a dog. Keberadaan ikon kuning di task bar itu akhir - akhir ini telah membuat aku merasa seperti seekor anjing yang sedang berkelana mencari sebuah dog house yang nyaman di pekarangan asri dengan rumput hijau. Sebuah tempat dimana aku dapat merasa ‘at home’

Crackkkkkkkkkkkk !!
"Black hawk down"
"We get a black hawk down"
ringer telepon seluler ku kembali berteriak. Kulirik dan kali ini ternyata memang penting buat di angkat. "siap, pak" aku berkata kepada lawan bicaraku di seberang sana. "ya bagus dong kalo emang master, publishing dan copy right dia yang pegang. bisa open kemungkinan untuk licensing" kataku lagi. "ok bro…kabar kabari". Aku tutup telepon ku.

Hawk……I used to think I was one aku berpikir dalam hati. Seekor elang terbang tinggi di langit. Terbang bebas menembus awan dan dengan kesendirian ku memiliki sarang di tebing tinggi yang terjal. Kenapa aku tiba-tiba merasa seperti seekor anjing begini sekarang?.

Black hawk down to a dog ? The question buggin’ me, dawg is…..apa di dunia virtual itu ada mahluk bernama anjing ? Karena kalau ternyata tidak ada maka tidak akan ada pula yang namanya dog house. Kalau sampai seperti itu maka halusinasi apa yang sedang aku alami saat ini mencari-cari sebuah dog house yang nyaman?

Bagaimana aku bisa berubah sosok dari seekor elang menjadi seekor anjing? Bukan soal martabat mana yang lebih tinggi diantara mereka berdua, tapi apakah aku akan menemukan dog house yang aku cari?

Genuine Plastic Vanity

Monday, September 19th, 2005
Image_source_antonio_lopez_art_2   I smiled as I read the Living Section from the back issue Kompas 15 May, 2005. There were two articles talking about the existence or more like the lack of decent public space in the city of Jakarta and in the country in general ( see Mana Ruang Publik Kami ? and Kerinduan Menikmati Alun – Alun ). These articles are really what Park Bench Society and its sub –blogs all about by using the object of park bench as an icon for urban open public spaces (outdoor) as well as what is happening in cities and its societies.

Park Bench Society and Graffiti Bench amongst its various posted journals have several write ups by the contributors including myself talking about just exactly what is happening in the city of Jakarta where we live concerning the lack of public spaces and the widening gap in social classes from the continuous establishment of new luxurious commercial city centers. These artificial places then become a forced mainstream "public spaces" based on consumerism. They were build with the excuse of providing comfort and leisure for its citizens at the expense of overlooking the aspects of existing cultures as well as the neglected historical sites that can instead be re-vitalized to provide free public spaces for all layers of social classes (read: The Birth of Park Bench Society, The Digital Park Bench, The Missing Bench, Jakarta Rising, Jakarta Semakin Gersang and Abandonned City Parks).

Reading these articles on the paper my smile somewhat turned into a sneer which usually accompanied a feeling of smugness cynicism. Really, just like most people I detest smugness and self – righteousness. However, I can’t help myself for being so damn conceited. Although both articles are all for open public spaces and the longing of having such places once again to be a part of our daily urban life but the comments and quotes from some of the individuals representing these commercial places that are providing “paid comfort” to the people are a reflection of a “silly trivial bullshits” vanities of the urban development trends taking place in major cities in Indonesia. A trend that has it roots from the weak mentalities of the municipal government who made public spaces as commodities for sale with the private sectors. It is truly a dangerous vanities as it is building a high wall of protection against the so –called those from the marginal societies.

Let’s forget about the advance cities in the region like Singapore, Tokyo or Seoul. Instead let’s take a look at the nearby Bukit Bintang, Damansara or Srihartamas area in Kuala Lumpur where outdoor public spaces are widely available. There you can have the options of enjoying the comfort of an open park and garden, free window shopping or a leisurely walks with the choices to spend or not to spend anything on some food and beverage of various price range either in the open food court or a more upscale chic restaurants. These kinds of options are what we are lacking in the city of Jakarta. Instead, what is available are mediocre city mock- ups trying to imitate or capture the ambiance of an outdoor atmosphere with names like City Walk, Town Square or City Square that offers only to the catered segmented niche of the society polluting them with branded goods.

The names of these places themselves reflect a falsely westernization frame of mind which in this country somewhat stupidly equal to modernization. For a nation with a heritage of having a town square called alun - alun in almost every cities in the country, it failed to utilize such places (some even has historical value attach to it) to be the center for the movement and interaction of its citizens. Modernization instead means copying foreign influences and making them into some artificial spaces that could manipulate the behavior of the people and infected them with a “100% genuine plastic” shallow and artificial nouveau riche mindset. Especially for the younger generation this kind of an environment and surrounding can create a missing link detaching themselves from their own heritage and cultural roots.

I think it is an idiotic notion trying to move Les Champs – Elysees in Paris to a narrow indoor space somewhere in South Jakarta just as it is impossible to move the ambiance of Kuta or Ubud in Bali to Fifth Avenue or even a place with a closely bohemian flavor like Greenwich Village in New York City. Such attempts to me are more like deepening ignorance rather than enlighten the people.

The city of Beijing can still have its Tiananmen Square despite the nation’s industrial revolution and rapid modernization. Other authoritarian state like Russia still maintains its historical Red Square in Moscow. I have never been to Baghdad but from many visuals on the television during the ongoing conflicts I can still see the shouq or market place as the typical Middle East traditional center for the people’s interaction. So are the shouq in the Old City part of Jerusalem or the city of Marrakesh in Morocco where both locals and tourists can experience the open public spaces without having the feeling of being trapped in a forced consumerism.

Who are we really to dictate people to have to spend money or to have that certain “look” of having money before we can enjoy the comfort of being in public spaces? You can walk around enjoying yourself whether you are in the Notting Hill section of London or Harajuku in Tokyo passing all the chic boutiques and cafes without having to spend anything if you don’t choose to. If there are a desperate needs to copy something from the lack of our own creativities why not turned Monas or Taman Suropati into a mini Central Park in New York where people can freely enjoy their lunches they bring from home in a picnic basket sitting next to an executive with a laptop doing his or her work out of the office taking advantage of the “hotspot” internet connection?. All these can be free of charge. All it takes is for the municipal government of Jakarta to provide enough waste baskets around the places and continuous Public Service Announcement in the media to brainwash the people with a propaganda for not littering to keep the city clean. Now, this type of propaganda surely is much more beneficial than some tacky, cheezy and artificial vanity on the standard of what is the true meaning of open public spaces that imitates some far away places with totally different vibes and cultures.

Two Hands in a Cookie Jar

Monday, September 19th, 2005

Two little kids
A boy and a girl
Walk hand in hand

Two little hands
Inside a cookie jar
Performing innocent crime

Share the walk
Share the cookies
Share the moment

Cookies in hand
They run in a park
Laughing and eating

Till one of them fell
Half eaten cookie on the ground
And a broken skin on his knee

As his laughter stop
The other watched
Cookie still in her hand

Unsure of what to do
She comes slowly closer
And sit next to him

Teardrops on his cheeks
Signaling the pain he is in
Wishing it to go away

Still unsure of what to do
But knowing that he is in pain
She offers her cookie to him

He smiles but shake his head
Just knowing that she knows
Is half the remedy to ease the pain

South of the Border, West of the Sun.

Sunday, September 18th, 2005

SouthNovel by Haruki Murakami

Is a fiction about lost love from the past of a Tokyo businessman with his childhood friend. Murakami’s literate poetic language tells the story surrounded with an old jazz ambiance. The story takes us inside the quirky mind of Hajime, owner of two successful Jazz clubs in the smartest part of modern Tokyo. Hajime in his mid-life is a husband with two small daughters and have had a happy and wonderful marriage to a daughter of a successful property developer. Yet, he is still haunted with his own insecurities as an only child and longed for a comfort zone that he had founded during his childhood friendship with Shimamoto. Separated with his childhood friend when he was twelve has made Hajime throughout his adult life to search for the same comfort he had found which later he realized to be also an undying childhood romance with Shimamoto. Realizing that he would never again find that kind of the same comfort he felt being with Shimamoto, Hajime then settled down and stopped searching for that missing link to the world that he considered to be the world where he can totally feel at ease with himself. Shimamato turning up again at one of his club one night looking very successful and just as beautiful has lead to a renewed sensualities between the two and the kind of comfort they both missed since their childhood friendship. Certain dark complexities of her past is carried forward by Shimamoto’s who is still in her protective shells after all those years. The armor suit she has been wearing to protect her against unwanted intruders from the life around her. The suit she feels she can unbuttoned only when being with Hajime. The story is told in a cool romantic that radiate something of a literate poem about the comfort of a world separated from reality and can be understood only by the two.

This book is available locally at Aksara Prodak book store Kemang, Jakarta.

A Love Letter

Sunday, September 18th, 2005

This is a story with original title Surat Cinta by Diki Satya posted at his blog di pelipir blog and is translated into English from Bahasa Indonesia.

My Darling,
How are you? It has been a month since I last heard from you. Are you eating well? Don’t forget to wear your scarf which I have put in your bag. You always forget to wear it. Too dandy !, you always said. Please wear it. Winter is coming. There might be some storms too.

“You will receive the most beautifully written letter that you ever read” That is what you told me when you said good bye. I was not really listening to you. I was too busy kissing you. I kissed you again. I looked at you. The handsome face. I kissed and hug you over again. I know you will be gone for a long time. I was savouring my last moment with you. 

Don’t go, I said. I must, you told me with your eyes. Your dreams come above everything else. Even me. I will wait for you. You’ll see…..you will understand later.

So who is she?
The one that made you blushed and quiet. Someone that you keep to yourself. You won’t share with anyone. Is she taking good care of you ? as well as I ? Do I have to compete with her ?. It’s allright. I will still wait for you here. You can even bring her with you.

My Darling,
When are you coming home? The weather has been getting colder. The neighbors are staying indoor already. No one to talk to anymore. The street is empty except for the sound of wind. Not even a whisper heard. The leaves are changing its color. I am getting old.

Please come home, darling…

Mama

(Inspired by the film "The Motorcycle Diaries (Diarios de Motocicleta) directed by Walter Salles and starring Gael Garcia Bernal & Rodrigo de la Serna)" and memories of past love letters)

My World View

Saturday, September 17th, 2005

World_view I took this test and scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.

What is Your World View? (updated)
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Cultural Creative

94%

Existentialist

88%

Romanticist

81%

Idealist

75%

Fundamentalist

63%

Postmodernist

50%

Materialist

38%

Modernist

25%

Glossary of Vintage Sounds

Saturday, September 17th, 2005

Soreposter The title of this review came to me after reading in Tempo Magazine on what Denny Sakrie has to say about Sore’s debut album, Centralismo. I completely agree with him on their music that takes us back to the retro 60’s. The assemble of strings, guitar and piano produced a mellow romantic songs that are rich in melody that has influence of pyschedelic to classic sounds.

Some might question whether the vintage sounds merely a decoration or were philosopically based. I say, whatever….let it be. The lack of fix identity of the music and the sounds that are mixed in genre has given the taste of the past and taken us back to the time that were simpler. These sounds that were inspired by a sense of the city in the 50’s and 60’s as portrayed by the cover design illustrated by Mayumi Haryoto has enough power to offer us flavors that are not only local but also one that can be appreciated universally.

The album is produced by Aksara Record and available locally at ak.’sa.ra prodak and demajors independent music industry. If you ask me is it worth buying, I would say yes it is.