Sekecap Coklat: Menyambar Ide Secara Kreatif

Seringkali penulis puisi mengeluhkan kemandegan getar kreatifnya karena ketiadaan ide. Namun sebenarnya, ide itu bisa muncul kapan saja, di mana saja, dari mana saja. Demikian pula sajian puisi SEKECAP COKLAT berikut ini. Bermula dari usulan Dewi Kelana, salah seorang anggota Kumandang Sastra (atau KuSas, sebuah perkumpulan penulis puisi di Facebook) untuk menuliskan puisi kolaborasi berdasarkan celetukan salah satu anggota yang lain yang terus menerus menyebutkan kata “coklat” karena dia tengah mengunyah sebatang coklat sambil mengobrol santai bersama anggota KuSas yang lain melalui fasilitas chat di Facebook. Spontan dan mengalir saja ketika usulan tersebut diekspresikan dengan menulis sebait pendek yang ditimpali dengan bait-bait pendek selanjutnya melalui fasilitas dinding kelompok di Facebook.

Sederhana saja sebuah ide itu muncul, dan sesederhana pula ide itu disambar secara kreatif. Yang dibutuhkan adalah memanfaatkan spontanitas dan mewujudkan energi kreatif itu menjadi sebuah puisi. Dan terciptalah sebuah puisi kolaborasi. Bagaimana menurut Anda?

Salam sastra, Neny Isharyanti (editor)

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SEKECAP COKLAT

Oleh:  Dewi Kelana, Onald Anold, Kesatria Bergitar, dan Neny Isharyanti

melumer di lidah manis legit rasuki hati

serasa layang melayang terayun mimpi

dan mimpi buruk tiba

kalau lumeranmu

ternganga parah

diaduk tiada

: itu buah cinta kekasih, tergolek dua batang di ranjang sepi

oh manis itu

legit itu

membuai rasa birahi

hangatkan sunyi malam

lumer

lumerlah dalam kuluman

dan bercumbu dalam

pahitnya mimpi buruk

dan menyadari bahwa

hangatnya adalah

absurd dan maya

: dan manis coklat ku kini tinggal ilusi.

Sejauh ilusi ini

beredar

mimpi akan seturut

ranjang sepi kita, Kekasihku

dan kucumbui

pahit manisnya

dalam birahi malam

yang terkulum sepi.

Dan hati akan

terkunci

dalam lumeran

separuh mimpi.

Probolinggo-Jakarta-Cirebon-Melbourne

4 Juli 2012

KONTRIBUTOR

Dewi Kelana – Pemilik nama K Pudji Peristiwati ini lahir 30 Juni 1963. Lulusan UNDIP Semarang dengan status ibu rumah tangga. Suka menulis puisi sejak SMP, puisinya pernah di muat di majalah remaja th 1977 (lupa judul dan nama pena yg dipakai). Lama vakum dan aktif kembali sejak awal 2000an di Yahoo answer ( 1 th), namun tak pernah menyimpan filenya. Kembali aktif di facebook, hingga sekarang.

Onald Anold – pemilik nama asli Ronald Pangaribuan ini adalah putra Batak kelahiran betawi. Penyuka puisi dan pemrakarsa ”Cinta tanpa Warna”

Kesatria Bergitar – mengaku sebagai seorang pengangguran dengan kerja tak karuan, berkantor di pinggiran jalan dan tak lebih sekedar bocah ingusan. Tinggal di cirebon, suka baca puisi dari SD. Teh, PC, dan puisi adalah prioritas, menurutnya.

Neny Isharyanti – menulis puisi sepanjang sempat dan niat. Suka memrovokasi para anggota KuSas dengan ide-ide yang terdengar gila tapi bisa menghasilkan sesuatu yang tidak mainstream. Dalam dunia nyata, tinggal di Melbourne, Australia, dan “pura-pura” menjadi mahasiswa yang baik dan benar menurut kaidah akademis, sebelum nantinya kembali ke Salatiga untuk menjadi dosen dan memrovokasi mahasiswanya agar tidak sekedar menjadi manusia satu dimensi.

Dimuat di Rima News (http://rimanews.com/read/20120704/68352/sekecap-coklat-menyambar-ide-secara-kreatif)

The Moment – Another Collaborative Poem of Kumandang Sastra | The Enlightening Indonesian Internet Newspaper

I posted The Moment in Kumandang Sastra, a group of poets in Facebook, and somehow two members of the group, Pak Driya Widiyana M.S. and Pak Warih Subekti, commented on the post with a continuation of the original poem. And since Pak Warih is an editor at Rima News, the Enlightening Indonesian Internet Newspaper, he agreed to publish this collaboration poem as one of the articles in the newspaper, provided that I was the one who wrote the introduction, edited the poem, and provided explanation on some words. I of course loved to do it, and so I did.

I feel really honored that the poem received good response from the readers of the newspaper. Only 52 minutes after it was published, it was read by 4,480 readers worldwide. Quite a fantastic number for me, because I don’t think my poems have ever been read by that many number of readers. So let me post the whole collaboration poem here, and enjoy!

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The Moment – Another Collaborative Poem of Kumandang Sastra

Wed, 20/06/2012 – 22:08 WIB

And the trend of collaborative poems continues in Kumandang Sastra, a Facebook group for poets who are passionate to share their poems and who would like to appreciate the beauty and the passion of words. This poem is a collaboration of three poets in three cities: Melbourne (Australia), Semarang, and Jakarta (Indonesia). We hope you enjoy reading and pondering the words in the poem, as much as the poets enjoyed the creative energy of collaboration when they wrote it. Cheers!

THE MOMENT

By: Neny Isharyanti, Driya Widiana M.S., and Warih W. Subekti

Quiet and deep.

And I embrace

the quietness and the depth

with the curiosity of a traveler.

And the outer world just melts away.

Only me and my metta

in that moment of

ekagra and niruddha.

In that moment

my imagination

sends you a poem

to accompany

side by side

along the journey

The journey leads to

nothingness.

We’re in constant pilgrimage

practicing ekagra

seeking for niruddha.

Dear soul mate

whose beauty

I admire in total awe,

hold me in your imagination.

For in our past reincarnation

you are by my side

constantly.

Yet, may I change my mind?

For beyond imagination

is not enough for me.

Could it be in reality?

Are we creatures of

the utopian world?

The reality is characterized

by physical achievements

and we’re deprived in

our souls

longing for the days

where meetings of souls

is the contentment of

the moment.

We should lay down

all tiredness

after hiding from

our shameful passion

even though

we ought to be like that

To the Alpha and Omega

where from

where to

The current life is temporary

The next life is eternity.

Melbourne-Semarang-Jakarta

20 June 2012

Note:

Metta = an altruistic attitude of love and friendliness as distinguished from mere amiability based on self-interest (Acharya Buddharakkhita)

Ekagra = a state of concentrated mind in yoga (Swami Rama)

Niruddha = a state of controlled mind in yoga (Swami Rama)

The Poets’ Bio:

 

Neny Isharyanti, a poet by passion, has written poems since she was in high school, and published her first Indonesian-English anthology “Sajak Rindu di Negeri Itu” (Longing for the Country) in 2012. Originally from Salatiga, Indonesia, she currently resides in Melbourne, Australia, to pursue her Ph.D. in new media.

Driya Widiana M.S. has been active in RRI Semarang (state radio network of Indonesia in Semarang) since 1975, has published several poem anthologies with other poets. His latest anthology is “Jemari 7 Penyair” (The Fingers of 7 Poets). For the last two years, he has been active in several poetry reading events in some cities in Indonesia, such as Jepara and Pekalongan. Didiek Soepardi M.S. is his nick name and his pen/radio name.

Warih W. Subekti, a connoisseur of arts and culture, in the process of being a poet, residing and working in Jakarta.

Thank you for your concern about my country

I’m safe and sound in Salatiga. That’s my reply to some friends abroad who asked if in any ways I got affected by the recent earthquake in Jogja.

The inquiry of my friends is of course very relevant, because Jogja is only 100 kms away from Salatiga. In fact, during the 59 seconds of the 6.3 richter scale earthquake, we could feel the earth moving, but thank God, the epicentrum was far away from us so it left Salatiga intact. Thank you for some friends (Monica — the first to send me email, Esteban — her boyfriend who forwarded my reply to Fulbright community in Ames, Anne, Raul, and others) who showed their concerns for me and my family.

Some other people may not be as lucky as us. The death toll reached about 5,500 lives and thousands were injured. Of course, there are also countless others who are homeless now and once again, just like during the 2005 tsunami in Aceh, my fellow country people show their greatest strength of helping one another. Donation boxes are distributed during Friday prayer in mosques and Sunday Mass in churches. You can also donate through some volunteers who stand by the street intersections to offer the donation boxes to passerbys. Other public places like my campus, malls, shops also have these boxes. Food, money, clothes, tents, anything that can help the victims, will be greatly appreciated and taken by the volunteers to be transported and distributed later in Jogja.

Or will it be?

The question of whether what people donate will reach the victims is always lingering in my mind everytime I see volunteers collecting donation. Call me a pessimistic, but I saw in news that some areas affected have not received the help and assistance that they badly need. Maybe it’s distribution problem. Maybe it’s transportation problem. I just hope that it’s not because some individuals try to get benefits out of people’s suffering and misery. Just this morning, my uncle who just returned from visiting his relatives in Klaten (not far from Jogja and also affected by the earthquake) told me that there were 3 trucks, full of looters, arrived in the areas to get any valuables from the collapsed houses. Not to mention that during the first hours after the earthquake, some individuals spread the rumor of tsunami reaching for Jogja’s downtown, only to create urgent evacuation so that the houses would be left unattended and those criminals would be free to loot.

What happen in this world? Last two years, the tsunami, this year, the earthquake, and many other natural disasters. I have a little voice telling at the back of my brain: the end is near. Maybe it’s time for the apocalypse. Am I ready for it?

Rainy Days

Salatiga has always been known as a cooler place. I remember putting on blanket even during my naptime in the afternoon. But that was years ago, at least until I was in highschool. Salatiga has become hotter and
hotter, after all the huge trees that used to decorate the streets of Salatiga were being cut down for the sake of “development”.

So, when rain finally came, it was such a huge relief for me. The air became so fresh, clean and refreshing. The good old days seem to come back to me: cool weather, afternoon strolls, good snacks along the streets of my hometown. It’s true that I’m not so much into rain, because I dislike the gloomy feeling that is created by the dark clouds. But I can’t help welcoming the freshness of the rain that makes Salatiga’s hot weather is bearable.

I just hope that my friends out there, who often wonder how Salatiga looks like these days, can come and see it during rainy season, for the sake of the good old days…

Writing an “8”

I never consider writing a number 8 to be troublesome and difficult,until I accompanied my son, Jalu, while he was doing his homework. You see, Jalu, who will be 5 years old in November, is attending a kindergarten. One of his homework that he had to do is to learn to write numbers. His teacher will write the number on his homework book, for instance, five 6s, one in each line. At home, Jalu will copy the number over and over.

Of course, he has his directions from his teacher of how he has to move his pencil across the box to create the numbers, like, for number 1 is “stand”, number 2 is “curve, cross, sleep”, number 3 is “curve, curve”, and so on. Yet, number 8 seems to be the most difficult of all. The directions requires him to know which way to make the curve (which for your info is going to the below left), which way to create the cross (which is to the upper left), and which way to make the last curve. I never realize how difficult it is and how in order to accomplish such “simple” task, someone needs to learn spatial concepts.

Another thing, he seems to need be to be reminded all the time to focus on the task on his hands. I notice that when his other classmates will just do their task independently, Jalu will absentmindedly pay attention to other things in his classroom than his task. He seems to not be able to be left alone in doing his job. This of course forces me to always be with him in class, to encourage him to finish the task. Although I really want him to be independent, it seems that with his lack of focus he needs supervision all the time.

Watching him struggling on writing the numbers (and these days the letters A, B and C) and sometimes yelling the instructions to him (and most of the time being frustrated myself) taught me two things as a teacher. First, I need to pay attention to things that I consider as easy. Just because it is easy for me and for most of the students, I can ignore and underestimate the simple things that I need to teach. Secondly, every student has their own pace and their own ability to grasp the knowledge. As a teacher, I have to use the most appropriate strategy for each student, because each of them is unique.