Minggu, 28 November 2010

Quote of November

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

John Keating - Dead Poets Society (1989)

Rabu, 24 November 2010

TAKE YOUR GUN SON!

(This is based on a lecture I gave to Yohanes Ayon)

Son, you know there are so many antlers in our front yard. Do you see 'em? Yes, you see. Son, point the best antlers that you want to own. Yes, you're doing right. Make sure you choose one of them that match you best. Have you? Alright, now prepare yourself. Dress up now! Follow me son. Since you have found yor target, now take your gun, load it fully with those bullets. Take any gun you want, you can pick that revolver or that auto-machinegun. That's your call son. You don't want those guns? Then which gun do you need? Sorry, I don't own such gun. And, but I know something, a truth you need to know. Son, even if you don't know, it's a truth that every man has a revolver inside their mind. Yes, an old legendary revolver. It has only a bullet randomly loaded inside the gun. Think carefully, optimalize the work of your senses, believe in your feeling, then pull the trigger on the right time. Ready for that? Good guy. Now follow me, we'll go by the path just behind our hut. The road is round and there are a lot of thorny plants. Be careful. Son, don't go that fast you might be slipped on that cliff. See a bottomless pit is waiting for you if you don't focus on what you want. Okay, just after we jump cross this fence, we will reach the place with a better view for you to shoot. Good job. Take a look at that, there are so many antlers. Do you remember which one do you desired? Nice. Now from this place, take the gun from your mind. We will start our hunting. We are the hunter. We are the men who know where the bullets are going. Yes, outstanding gun. Aim your target now. Take a deep look at your target, investigate the way your target behaves, study the movement, excersize the act. Get a better view? You can't aim your target? Your target unpredictably moves around, then you have to get closer to get a closer view. That's not enough? Okay, move a bit closer son. We are pretty close to your target, you will get a better shot. From this distance, you can aim your target easier, your vision is narrowed. But son please be more sensitive. There are so many other hunters around you. They can probably shoot you before you shoot your target. Or maybe the other target will shoot and steal your target. Focus! Aim in that way, good. The target son. Use your feeling. Get you random bullet and shoot it right on your target's body. Feel that son.

Good shoot. Feel and listen to the noise of your gun. Look at your bullet, it slowmotionly rush through the air. Feel it pierce your target's body and shattered everything. As soon as your target collapses, immediately go and get that target. Feel your glory, feel your pride. I will be so proud of you. Make sure you take the target and carry that away. Keep the antler for a whole life. You won't regret for listening to me son. Now, that's your call. Again.

Rabu, 17 November 2010

The Finest November Lullaby




CIRCA SURVIVE - IN THE MORNING AND AMAZING...

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Infinite silence
flowing right in with the dawn
This is wrong, this is wrong
And I cannot sleep without the radio on

And how could anyone

You are in my dreams
Half human, half machine
You with someone else that I have felt and seen
I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest
Looking right through the lens
From winter brings the spring again

Infinite silence

flowing right in with the dawn
This is wrong, this is wrong
And I cannot sleep without the radio on

And we fall asleep again with ties to mend

So please let the cleaning begin with evolution

Hold my breath 'til communication is

Only just a test
Hold my breath 'til communication is
Only just a test
Hold my breath 'til communication is
Only just a test

You are in my dreams

Half human, half machine
Looking right through the lens
From winter brings the spring again

Infinite silence

flowing right in with the dawn
This is wrong, this is wrong
And I cannot sleep without the radio on

Infinite silence

flowing right in with the dawn
This is wrong, this is wrong
And I cannot sleep without the radio


(sometimes we need to pray for a bad dream to remind us that everything cannot always be right and fortunately it happens only in our dreams. bad dream is not always a nightmare, it is a good gift)