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  • sisya_frida 21w

    On Exactitude in Science

    (Jorge Luis Borges, Collected Fictions, translated by Andrew Hurley)

    …In that empire, the art of cartography attained such perfection that the map of a
    single province occupied the entirety of a city, and the map of the empire, the entirety
    of a province. In time, those unconscionable maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers Guilds struck a map of the empire whose size was that of the empire, and which coincided point for point with it. The following generations, who were not so
    fond of the study of cartography as their forebears had been, saw that that vast map
    was useless, and not without some pitilessness was it, that they delivered it up to the inclemencies of sun and winters.
    In the deserts of the West, still today, there are tattered ruins of that map, inhabited by animals and beggars; in all the land there is
    no other relic of the disciplines of geography.


    —Suarez Miranda,Viajes devarones prudentes, Libro IV,Cap. XLV, Lerida, 1658

  • sisya_frida 21w

    Hope

    Hope has lifted me from the dungeon of despair. Its mighty wings sent me above my obstacles. Still aspiring, now I'm reaching out for the stars
    ©sisya_frida

  • sisya_frida 24w

    Mikro Kosmos

    Dia ingin merengkuhnya;
    Karena di dalam dirinya terbentang
    mikro kosmos yang tak pernah mampu ia mengerti
    Tapi selalu menawan dan memesonanya

    Kotak pandora;
    Sayangnya tak semua tentang permata dan berkilau
    Yang tersimpan, yang dianggap berharga
    Jika cemerlang saja tanpa gelap bagaimana bisa memukau?
    Hei! Ini dirimu juga! Lupakah kau padaku, sisi Iblis dalam dirimu?

    Harapan;
    tak ayal menyeretnya, jadi tawanan di dunia janji dan nanti
    Bergegas nyalakan api, sekamnya yang tak pernah mati
    Wahai Alice, besar dan kecil ukuran bukan jadi acuan!
    Masihkah kau menguntit kucing iseng yang menuntunmu dalam wahana tanda tanya
    Masihkah kau di sana tertawan, diserang pasukan hati dari pencinta yang terlanjur patah?

    Hutan tropis dalam lebatnya benak, tempatnya terjerembab terhenyak. Sangtuari yang lahir dari ledakan besar. Seperti itulah bintang gemintang lahir dan binasa. Serupa itu jugalah dia mencari konstelasi bagi tujuan. Pertanda dari Bintang Utara

    Satu lagi rahasia yang tersimpan
    Hanya dia yang tahu
    tentang keajaiban dunia kecilnya
    Di malam gelap gulita kan terlihat
    cahaya aurora penerang langit selatan
    Pelita dalam luas samudera ketidaktahuan
    Menuntunnya bijaksana

    ©sisya_frida

  • sisya_frida 25w

    Hangat Himbauan Saja(kmu)

    Selinap-selinap hati girang yang berdegup-degap
    Pada setiap kata dan bahkan spasi
    Oh, betapa engkau yang terampil
    ciptakan taman impian pada karanganmu ini?

    Melayang-layang dihembus nyanyi puisi
    Ini aku terayun-ayun kenangan
    Kata-kata yang terpilih, makna tersaji
    Dalam kepala, panggungmu kian suar!!

    Kini, pesanmu hangat memelukku
    Terimakasih atas bingkisanmu,
    wahai Penyair
    Biarlah batinku jatuh jua
    pada ligat bidik kisahmu

    ©sisya_frida

  • sisya_frida 26w

    Depature Gates

    Before the departure gates
    Ones who leave and
    ones who stay
    only separated by
    transparent walls and waving hands

    Overwhelmed by the circumference
    of farewell
    Anxious by the possibility
    of estranged
    We looked into each other
    as if looking for answer
    all of the 'when will' and 'what if'
    And there was standing a silence of obscurity

    Then the glitters in your eyes
    turned into glistening beads
    Rolling down your cheeks
    into my core of fragility
    We held each other tightly
    ran out of words
    for futile, they would be

    Sudden realisation came as of late
    That time and space without you
    Never could be filled
    Before I knew it
    A hollow inside myself
    has already been built

    ©sisya_frida

  • sisya_frida 26w

    Departure Gates

    Before the departure gate
    Ones who leave and
    ones who stay
    only separated by
    transparent walls and waving hands

    Overwhelmed by the circumference
    of farewell
    Anxious by the possibility
    of estranged
    We looked into each other
    as if looking for answer
    all of the 'when will' and 'what if'
    And there was standing
    a silence of obscurity

    Then the glitter in your eyes
    turned into glistening beads
    Rolling down your cheek
    into my core of fragility
    We held each other tightly
    ran out of words
    for futile, they would be

    Sudden realisation came as of late
    That time and space without you
    Never could be filled
    Before I knew it
    A hollow inside myself
    has already been built

    ©sisya_frida

  • sisya_frida 27w

    Long Distance Call

    After the beeping and blinking signals
    travelling across the atmosphere and different timezones
    Then us connected
    Thanks to technology advancement

    With as much anticipation
    After you pick up my call
    'Did I make you wait?'
    Your voice felt so close yet so distant
    'How's life?' and all

    The chit-chat and giggling
    Telling each other of how our days going
    Beetween the promises for next meeting
    and the oblivion of mismatched timetable
    Giving us an utter relief that
    our feelings are mutual

    And when the time comes
    To say bye-bye
    Waving hands and blowing kisses
    through screens
    And delayed hang up over and over
    as we part so reluctant

    Ever wondered before
    Is this even possible
    for the real encounter
    to be replaced
    by virtually generated connection?

    ©sisya_frida

  • sisya_frida 27w

    Selamat Tinggal Ternyata Tak Kekal

    Pedih memang, sayatan perpisahan
    Apalah daya, jika bilah tajam pedang kenyataan
    tak pernah majal terbawa
    bekal, bahkan sampai dijemput ajal

    Di manakah engkau hendak mengajukan
    gugatan pada suratan?
    Sedang tinta sudah terlanjur kering
    menegaskan kuasa mutlak, bergeming

    Dalam lembar-lembar
    Yang melampaui zaman bahkan nalar
    Bermilyaran utas benang nasib terurai
    terjalin, terpadu, tertenun
    dalam celupan warna Nya

    Mengutuh dalam lingkaran penuh
    seperti roda samsara, silih berganti:
    sirna, mengada, sirna lagi
    Lahir, mati dan terlahir kembali

    Seperti fase bulan, seperti siklus pasang
    Aku dan kamu sadar:
    Sementara itu kekal dan kekal itu sementara
    Kisah-kisah awal yang menyudahi
    sedang yang tamat menginspirasi

    Jadi, janganlah sedih
    Anggap selamat tinggalku salam jumpa
    Dan pertemuan kita kelak
    hanya perpisahan yang tertunda

    ©sisya_frida

  • sisya_frida 27w

    So You Want to Be A Writer

    if it doesn't come bursting out of you
    in spite of everything,
    don't do it.
    unless it comes unasked out of your
    heart and your mind and your mouth
    and your gut,
    don't do it.
    if you have to sit for hours
    staring at your computer screen
    or hunched over your typewriter
    searching for words,
    don't do it.
    if you're doing it for money or fame,
    don't do it.
    if you're doing it because you want
    women in your bed,
    don't do it.
    if you have to sit there and
    rewrite it again and again,
    don't do it.
    if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
    don't do it.
    if you're trying to write like somebody else,
    forget about it.
    if you have to wait for it to roar out of you,
    then wait patiently.
    if it never does roar out of you,
    do something else.
    if you first have to read it to your wife
    or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
    or your parents or to anybody at all,
    you're not ready.
    don't be like so many writers,
    don't be like so many thousands of people
    who call themselves writers,
    don't be dull and boring and
    pretentious,
    don't be consumed with self-love.
    the libraries of the world
    have yawned themselves to sleep
    over your kind.
    don't add to that.
    don't do it.
    unless it comes out of
    your soul like a rocket,
    unless being still
    would drive you to madness or
    suicide or murder,
    don't do it.
    unless the sun inside you is
    burning your gut,
    don't do it.
    when it is truly time,
    and if you have been chosen,
    it will do it by itself
    and it will keep on doing it
    until you die or it dies in you.
    there is no other way.
    and there never was.


    -- Charles Bukowski

  • sisya_frida 28w

    Tuhan atau Hantu?

    Apa yang kau pilih:
    Tuhan atau hantu?
    Jika yang memaknai ajaran:
    kasih sayang atau kekerasan?

    Mana yang kau sembah:
    Tuhan atau hantu?
    Bergeser sedikit suku kata
    mengikuti bergesernya cara pandangmu

    Pada siapa iman kau letakkan:
    Tuhan atau hantu?
    Jika kemutlakan pada sempitnya pikiran
    dan teror jadi landasan
    Apa yang kau tawarkan ?
    Harapan atau ketakutan?

    Jadi apa sebenarnya yang kau percaya?
    Keilahian atau kebinatanganmu?
    ©sisya_frida