Selasa, 31 Maret 2009
Selasa, 24 Maret 2009
keat....................
......feel out the creep site of me.
try but how i feel.
....
...............but i dont knewhow.
...............when.
...............my self
...............try to
...............recognize
...............the mine
...............how trap me
.
...............it was a feel
...............how trap me
...............into beggar
did it feel for people how did the fall
try but how i feel.
....
...............but i dont knewhow.
...............when.
...............my self
...............try to
...............recognize
...............the mine
...............how trap me
.
...............it was a feel
...............how trap me
...............into beggar
did it feel for people how did the fall
Selasa, 17 Maret 2009
seek and hide
the day try to change
a think a dreams...
an nighmare...........
i whisper , " god forgive all my falls, you is my king, my shield, my kingdfom"
" i belive you"
"give me your powers"
" dont let my enemy pool me down"
" cause i belive you"
with all of my soul
" i belive you"
a think a dreams...
an nighmare...........
i whisper , " god forgive all my falls, you is my king, my shield, my kingdfom"
" i belive you"
"give me your powers"
" dont let my enemy pool me down"
" cause i belive you"
with all of my soul
" i belive you"
Rabu, 11 Maret 2009
Glory morning in the top
Today it was a hard day, with the strees full think arround me, I try to fill it out by deep close of eye, for minutes it helping, but I know my activity is’t over right here, right now, I must go to somewhere to meet someone how I promise it.
Than I pack my pack into huge army pack, and bring some gear for helping me latter, 03;00 it time to go, I ride my old motorcycle in the highway, cross the country land and finaly climb into deep of forest, the weather are cold when I arrive into the base camp, my friend did’t came yet, 05;30pm I getting worry of it, and suddenly from other side of the highway I see the travel car came, and some one get out from it, but it not only one, but many, the some one of they came and shake my hand, yes he was my friend from surakarta, vinsa, and the 15 people others,
Today 06:00pm in cemoro sewu basa camp, we pack our pack again, start pray to god for some think that’s we going to done. Some time it gone be intresting wen I see an touris came and with his porter start to climb after us,
Arter pray isha’ we begin to climb the mountain, it is cold and dark, I be the leader for the team,
“hei, it doing to be freaky, tired, night” I say
“not really, it will be smooth, cause we will moving slow”
“ ok that’s nice, I was really tired for this day” I say
“that’s fine, we will take a rest in top if we gonna make it”
“negative, we will not do that’s, to risk”I say
“ok, so where we will stay ? “
“in post 2, than in door, we start to move againt until morning” I say
“ok we deal for it”
We began to move, very fast for us move in the dark, with the flash light I aiming the path, the way path very “builed” not like other mountain that ever we climb, there was an rock path. We climb it just like walking in stair, the cold weather was make our sweat out with unknown, in first post my friend going sick, so some one must stay together with him, he say he will case us latter, than we back to plan for climb it until post 2, it going hard when the path look like endless stair, with my condision, I will asleep for a second I my head landed into a pillow,
Finaly second post heading a front us, I jump into side of post, and prepare my self to sleep in my sleeping bag, than my other team start to do the same think,
“ok, a while we wait for the other, we sleep here”
“ ok we sleeps here”I say
“so, what time we wake ?”
“ 2 o’clock am”I say
I sleep in hollow dreams, I sleep with unknown, nowhere.
“damn !” I whisper
I here my friend how we wait came, and searching me, but I too tired to answer, than I sleep again, cause I know it not 2 am yet.
I hear the song, “dear god, from seven avenger” it hearing loudly and freak me,
“damn, what the fuck it this”I whisper
My other friend start to pack they pacj againt, and I know, it was 2am in the morning.
“wake up boss, it time to go”, my friend said
“ok, ok, ok, I knew, I will pack my pack, don’t worry, but please give mw flashlight”
It dark, it cold, and it make me feel asleep.
We are start to pack our pack, but in realliy I finis first then the other, so I have a time to prepare my body, in a minutes all hole my team ready for continue, I still bring the first flashlight to flashing the path, and now the path similar like zig zag and in every turn my team always sait
“break !!”
It mean, we must stop, and it happened in every turn,
We began to seconds move at 02:00am, and we came in post 3 at 03:30am , it was too long for the average, and it happened again in the road of post 3 to post 4, we arrive in post4 at 05:30am, but it will no matter, cause we can see the sunrise in here, we pray subuh in here, than we began to move again.
In sendang derajat we are set the fire to cook a think, except me, I just wanna sleep, till some one awakeing me.
“hei boss, wake up, I was cooking it you a noodle,”
“what ??, thanks”
The mourning weather was more terriabel than the night, our skin look like black and blue, but the landscape was washting our sacrifice here, the sun rice, it look beautyfull .
from where we now, we was close to the top, some of our team was went to the top first, so we walking slowly there.
" this is it, the top"i whisper.
" look so greats"
we looked a think in the central of top field, we pray there, and we cook again.
in a minutes we saw the touris came with his porter, they so quite,i start the conversation, and finish it by took a photograft together.
today was the day for me, today is a my birtday , 17th old, then i pray to god, for my willing to be, in here, top of hargo dumilah.
Today it was a hard day, with the strees full think arround me, I try to fill it out by deep close of eye, for minutes it helping, but I know my activity is’t over right here, right now, I must go to somewhere to meet someone how I promise it.
Than I pack my pack into huge army pack, and bring some gear for helping me latter, 03;00 it time to go, I ride my old motorcycle in the highway, cross the country land and finaly climb into deep of forest, the weather are cold when I arrive into the base camp, my friend did’t came yet, 05;30pm I getting worry of it, and suddenly from other side of the highway I see the travel car came, and some one get out from it, but it not only one, but many, the some one of they came and shake my hand, yes he was my friend from surakarta, vinsa, and the 15 people others,
Today 06:00pm in cemoro sewu basa camp, we pack our pack again, start pray to god for some think that’s we going to done. Some time it gone be intresting wen I see an touris came and with his porter start to climb after us,
Arter pray isha’ we begin to climb the mountain, it is cold and dark, I be the leader for the team,
“hei, it doing to be freaky, tired, night” I say
“not really, it will be smooth, cause we will moving slow”
“ ok that’s nice, I was really tired for this day” I say
“that’s fine, we will take a rest in top if we gonna make it”
“negative, we will not do that’s, to risk”I say
“ok, so where we will stay ? “
“in post 2, than in door, we start to move againt until morning” I say
“ok we deal for it”
We began to move, very fast for us move in the dark, with the flash light I aiming the path, the way path very “builed” not like other mountain that ever we climb, there was an rock path. We climb it just like walking in stair, the cold weather was make our sweat out with unknown, in first post my friend going sick, so some one must stay together with him, he say he will case us latter, than we back to plan for climb it until post 2, it going hard when the path look like endless stair, with my condision, I will asleep for a second I my head landed into a pillow,
Finaly second post heading a front us, I jump into side of post, and prepare my self to sleep in my sleeping bag, than my other team start to do the same think,
“ok, a while we wait for the other, we sleep here”
“ ok we sleeps here”I say
“so, what time we wake ?”
“ 2 o’clock am”I say
I sleep in hollow dreams, I sleep with unknown, nowhere.
“damn !” I whisper
I here my friend how we wait came, and searching me, but I too tired to answer, than I sleep again, cause I know it not 2 am yet.
I hear the song, “dear god, from seven avenger” it hearing loudly and freak me,
“damn, what the fuck it this”I whisper
My other friend start to pack they pacj againt, and I know, it was 2am in the morning.
“wake up boss, it time to go”, my friend said
“ok, ok, ok, I knew, I will pack my pack, don’t worry, but please give mw flashlight”
It dark, it cold, and it make me feel asleep.
We are start to pack our pack, but in realliy I finis first then the other, so I have a time to prepare my body, in a minutes all hole my team ready for continue, I still bring the first flashlight to flashing the path, and now the path similar like zig zag and in every turn my team always sait
“break !!”
It mean, we must stop, and it happened in every turn,
We began to seconds move at 02:00am, and we came in post 3 at 03:30am , it was too long for the average, and it happened again in the road of post 3 to post 4, we arrive in post4 at 05:30am, but it will no matter, cause we can see the sunrise in here, we pray subuh in here, than we began to move again.
In sendang derajat we are set the fire to cook a think, except me, I just wanna sleep, till some one awakeing me.
“hei boss, wake up, I was cooking it you a noodle,”
“what ??, thanks”
The mourning weather was more terriabel than the night, our skin look like black and blue, but the landscape was washting our sacrifice here, the sun rice, it look beautyfull .
from where we now, we was close to the top, some of our team was went to the top first, so we walking slowly there.
" this is it, the top"i whisper.
" look so greats"
we looked a think in the central of top field, we pray there, and we cook again.
in a minutes we saw the touris came with his porter, they so quite,i start the conversation, and finish it by took a photograft together.
today was the day for me, today is a my birtday , 17th old, then i pray to god, for my willing to be, in here, top of hargo dumilah.
Selasa, 10 Maret 2009
Putu Wijaya
Putu Wijaya (bernama asli I Gusti Ngurah Putu Wijaya) adalah seorang sastrawan yang dikenal serba bisa. Putu Wijaya lahir di Puri Anom, Tabanan, Bali pada tanggal 11 April 1944. Ia adalah bungsu dari lima bersaudara seayah maupun dari tiga bersaudara seibu. Ia tinggal di kompleks perumahan besar, yang dihuni sekitar 200 orang, yang semua anggota keluarganya dekat dan jauh, dan punya kebiasaan membaca. Ayahnya, I Gusti Ngurah Raka, seorang pensiunan punggawa yang keras dalam mendidik anak. Semula, ayahnya mengharapkan Putu jadi dokter. Namun, Putu lemah dalam ilmu pasti. Ia akrab dengan sejarah, bahasa, dan ilmu bumi.
Putu Wijaya sudah menulis kurang lebih 30 novel, 40 naskah drama, sekitar seribu cerpen, ratusan esei, artikel lepas, dan kritik drama. Ia juga telah menulis skenario film dan sinetron. Sebagai seorang dramawan, ia memimpin Teater Mandiri sejak 1971, dan telah mementaskan puluhan lakon di dalam maupun di luar negeri. Puluhan penghargaan ia raih atas karya sastra dan skenario sinetron.
Cerita pendek karangannya kerap mengisi kolom pada Harian Kompas dan Sinar Harapan. Novel-novel karyanya sering muncul di majalah Kartini, Femina, dan Horison. Sebagai penulis skenario, ia telah dua kali meraih piala Citra di Festival Film Indonesia (FFI), untuk Perawan Desa (1980), dan Kembang Kertas (1985). Sebagai seorang penulis fiksi sudah banyak buku yang dihasilkannya. Di antaranya, yang banyak diperbincangkan adalah Bila Malam Bertambah Malam, Telegram, Pabrik, Keok, Tiba-Tiba Malam, Sobat, Nyali.
Pendidikan
SR, Tabanan (1956)
SMP Negeri, Tabanan (1959)
SMA-A, Singaraja (1962)
Fakultas Hukum UGM (1969)
ASRI dan Asdrafi, Yogyakarta
LPPM, Jakarta (1981)
International Writing Programme, Iowa, AS (1974)
Teater
Pimpinan Teater Mandiri, Jakarta (1971-sekarang)
Penulis skenario film
Antara lain :
Perawan Desa (memperoleh Piala Citra FFI 1980)
Kembang Kertas (memperoleh Piala Citra FFI 1985)
Ramadhan dan Ramona
Dokter Karmila
Bayang-Bayang Kelabu
Anak-Anak Bangsa
Wolter Monginsidi
Sepasang Merpati
Telegram
Penulis skenario sinetron
Antara lain :
Keluarga Rahmat
Pas
None
Warung Tegal
Dukun Palsu (komedi terbaik pada FSI 1995)
Jari-Jari Cinta
Balada Dangdut
Dendam
Cerpen Metropolitan
Plot
Klop
Melangkah di Atas Awan (penyutradaraan)
Nostalgia
Api Cinta Antonio Blanco
Tiada Kata Berpisah
Intrik
Pantang Menyerah
Sejuta Makna dalam Kata
Nona-Noni
Karya drama
Dalam Cahaya Bulan (1966)
Lautan Bernyanyi (1967)
Bila Malam Bertambah Malam (1970)
Invalid (1974)
Tak Sampai Tiga Bulan (1974)
Anu (1974)
Aduh (1975)
Dag-Dig-Dug (1976)
Gerr (1986)
Edan
Hum-Pim-Pah
Dor
Blong
Ayo
Awas
Los
Aum
Zat
Tai
Front
Aib
Wah
Hah
Jpret
Aeng
Aut
Dar-Dir-Dor
Karya novel
Bila Malam Bertambah Malam (1971)
Telegram (1972)
Stasiun (1977)
Pabrik (1976)
Keok (1978)
Aduh
Dag-dig-dug
Edan
Gres
Lho (1982)
Nyali
Byar Pet (Pustaka Firdaus, 1995)
Kroco (Pustaka Firdaus, 1995)
Dar Der Dor (Grasindo, 1996)
Aus (Grasindo, 1996)
Sobat (1981)
Tiba-Tiba Malam (1977)
Pol (1987)
Terror (1991)
Merdeka (1994)
Perang (1992)
Lima (1992)
Nol (1992)
Dang Dut (1992)
Cas-Cis-Cus (1995)
Karya cerpen
Karyanya yang berupa cerpen terkumpul dalam kumpulan cerpen Bom (1978)
Es (1980)
Gres (1982)
Klop
Bor
Protes (1994)
Darah (1995)
Yel (1995)
Blok (1994)
Zig Zag (1996)
Tidak (1999)
Karya Novelet:
MS (1977)
Tak Cukup Sedih (1977)
Ratu (1977)
Sah (1977)
Karya esai
Karya esainya terdapat dalam kumpulan esai Beban, Kentut, Samar, Pembabatan, Klise, Tradisi Baru, Terror Mental, dan Bertolak dari yang Ada.
Penghargaan yang telah diterima
Pemenang penulisan lakon Depsos (Yogyakarta)
Pemenang penulisan puisi Suluh Indonesia Bali
Pemenang penulisan novel IKAPI
Pemenang penulisan drama BPTNI
Pemenang penulisan drama Safari
Pemenang penulisan cerita film Deppen (1977)
Tiga buah Piala Citra untuk penulisan skenario (1980, 1985, 1992)
Tiga kali pemenang sayembara penulisan novel DKJ
Empat kali pemenang sayembara penulisan lakon DKJ
Pemenang penulisan esei DKJ
Dua kali pemenang penulisan novel Femina
Dua kali pemenang penulisan cerpen Femina
Pemenang penulisan cerpen Kartini
Hadiah buku terbaik Depdikbud (Yel)
Pemenang sinetron komedi FSI (1995)
SEA Write Award 1980 di Bangkok
Pemenang penulisan esei Kompas
Anugerah Seni dari Menteri P&K, Dr Fuad Hasan (1991)
Penerima Profesional Fellowship dari The Japan Foundation Kyoto, Jepang (1991-1992)
Anugerah Seni dari Gubernur Bali (1993)
Kegiatan lainnya
Wartawan majalah Ekspres (1969)
Dosen teater Institut Kesenian Jakarta (1977-1980)
Wartawan majalah Tempo (1971-1979)
Redaktur Pelaksana majalah Zaman (1979-1985)
Dosen tamu teater dan sastra Indonesia modern di Universitas Wisconsin dan Universitas Illinois, AS (1985-1988)
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