An Origin Story

Sarah Kay:
It started with a sweater.
Phil Kaye:
I was looking incredibly fly. First day of college orientation as a freshman… plus, I’m the type of guy who’s always trying to make a good impression.
Sarah:
He looked like a tool. And it’s the first week of school, so I’ve got people to meet and things to try. I don’t have time to waste on this guy loitering backstage at a talent show.
Phil:
It started with a freshman talent show, a chance to showcase what I know about spoken word and poetry and try and get some people to notice me.
Sarah:
It started with a technical difficulty -
Phil:
some sort of delay -
Sarah:
somebody’s iPod track wouldn’t play.
Phil:
So I’m stuck waiting backstage when I notice this girl -
Sarah:
and he walks over, stupid sweater and all. There was nowhere to run, backstage was too small.
Phil:
And I’m so nervous about going onstage, I decide to strike up a conversation.
Sarah:
Oh, sorry, I completely got ahead of myself. I totally skipped introductions. My name is Sarah Kay.
Phil:
My name is Phil Kaye. I’m from California -
Sarah:
born and raised in NYC.
Phil:
Let’s see, fun fact about me -
Both:
My mom is Japanese and my dad is Jewish.
Sarah:
Not a common combination, but I think it’s kinda cute. People call me Japajew -
Phil:
Jewpanese -
Sarah:
Ashkenazi kamikaze.
Phil:
And come December -
Both:
Hanukkah and Christmas!
Sarah:
Plus, you should taste my mother’s brisket. Jan has matzah ball soup with noodles…brings my father Jeffrey to his knees.
Phil:
It took mom and dad to raise this lanky, cock-eyed, half-breed.
Sarah:
Well, I think that’s it. My mom, my dad, and me - oh, plus my little brother. He’s nineteen.
Phil:
My little sister is a deadpan firecracker. She’s only nineteen, but she keeps me on track. Her name is Sarah.
Sarah:
My little brother’s name is Phillip.
Both:
Anyway.
Sarah:
Where was I?
Phil:
It started with a backstage interaction.
Sarah:
No, it started with a backward first impression.
Phil:
Okay, well, I’ll tell you where it didn’t start. It didn’t start at fifth grade summer camp.
Sarah:
That’s true, it did not start at junior lifeguards. Even though we were both there.
Phil:
Matching red bathing suits, white t-shirts, visors, and our counsellor -
Both:
Mr. Johnson.
Sarah:
Who probably figured that the shy girl in his morning class -
Phil:
and the skinny kid in his afternoon class -
Both:
were… cousins?!
Sarah:
Probably thought we carpooled over together -
Phil:
in between family photoshoots and fourth of July barbecues.
Sarah:
But instead, we merely co-existed -
Phil:
almost met but always missed it -
Sarah:
spinning around like two sides of a coin.
Phil:
Look!
Both:
We’ve done the research!
Sarah:
And we swear, we’re not related.
Phil:
And we’ve never dated.
Both:
And we’re never… EVER… going to.
Phil:
Because what are the chances of finding someone with your last name -
Sarah:
Japanese and Jewish with siblings called the same?
Phil:
What are the odds of finding someone -
Sarah:
who can finish your sentences -
Phil:
who will let you cut in line -
Sarah:
who knows not to just lend a hand, or an ear when you need them to give you their spine -
Phil:
who is woman enough to be best man at your wedding -
Sarah:
who will keep every secret, save every letter, tell you how you really look -
Phil:
who will remember every single one of your birthdays -
Sarah:
without checking Facebook?
Phil:
What are the odds of finding someone who knows your poetry by heart -
Sarah:
who won’t freak out if you’re hanging out and accidentally fart?
Phil:
Yeah. If you have a date and you need to look fresh, I will let you borrow my hair products.
Sarah:
And if you don’t have a date and you need to look fresh, I will let you borrow… my cousin.
Phil:
I will always see you for the alley-oop.
Sarah:
I will always save you a seat.
Phil:
I will always pick you to be my partner even though you are terrible at handball.
Sarah:
When the fire takes all you have, my home will be your home.
Phil:
When you are old and can no longer remember my face, I will meet you for the first time again and again.
Sarah:
When they make fun of your accent, I will take you swimming because we all sound the same underwater.
Phil:
When Ellis Island tries to erase your past, I will call you by your real name.
Sarah:
When they call your number for the draft, I will enlist to fight beside you.
Phil:
And I will march with you from Selma to Montgomery and back as many times as it takes.
Sarah:
We will stand together against the hoses and the dogs -
Both:
because it didn’t start with us.
Phil:
It started with Lennon and McCartney.
Sarah:
It started with Thelma and Louise.
Phil:
It started with Winnie-the-Pooh and Christopher Robin.
Sarah:
Bert and Ernie!
Phil:
Abbott and Costello!
Sarah:
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!
Phil:
Mario and Luigi!
Sarah:
Watson and Sherlock!
Phil:
Pikachu and Charizard! And they could tell you what a miracle this is.
Sarah:
They could tell you how rare this is.
Phil:
But they could tell you how rare friendship always is.
Sarah:
The chances are slim.
Phil:
The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.
Both:
But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
Phil:
I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.
Sarah:
I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.
Both:
Friend -
Phil:
I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.
Sarah:
I want to be air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.
Phil:
When the walls come down -
Sarah:
when the thunder rumbles -
Both:
when nobody else is home, hold my hand -
Phil:
and I promise -
Both:
I won’t let go.

* Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye are the founder of Project VOICE.
 Project V.O.I.C.E. (Vocal Outreach Into Creative Expression) is an international movement that celebrates and inspires youth self-expression through Spoken Word Poetry. (source: here)

Dad : So I want to tell you this story. Back then, it was 15 years ago. For the first time I got the lead role in the movie. And I filmed that movie here, in Busan. At that time, I  had a girlfriend. Who do you think it was?

Sons : Mom!

Dad : Yes

Sons: AAAAAAAAK~

Dad : We talked on the phone every night and then …. (suddenly singing) …

Younger Son: Wait.. wait a minute.. Let me just go wash my hands 

Dad: Why, why? Do you need to poo?

Younger Son : No no no.. It’s just a bit gross to hear your story 

(Source: aliyahani)

My mother taught me this trick: if you repeat something over and over again, it loses its meaning.

For example: “Homework, homework, homework homework homework, —“, see? Nothing. Our lives, she said, are the same way. You watch the sunset too often and it just becomes 6 pm. You make the same mistake over and over and you’ll stop calling it a mistake. If you just “wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up”, one day you’ll forget why.  ”Nothing is forever”, she said.

My parents left each other when I was 7 years old. Before their last argument they’ve sent me off to the neighbor’s house, like some astronaut jetticing from the shuttle. When I came back, there was no gravity at our home. Bed’s floating. I imagined it as an accident: when I left, they whispered “I love you” so many times over, that they forgot what it meant. “Family, family, family, family…”

My mother taught me this trick, that if you repeat something over and over again, it loses its meaning. This became my favorite game. It made the sting of words evaporate: “separation, separation, separation—“, see? Nothing! “Apart, apart, apart, apart—“, see? Nothing!

I’m an injured handyman now. I work with words, all day— shut up! I know the irony. When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down, convincing it was worthless. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—“, see? Nothing!

Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter. Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor.
There is no escape in stutter.
You can feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat.
“S-s-separation”. Stutter is a cage made of mirrors. Every “what you said?”, every “just, take your time”; every “c’mon, kid, spit it out!” is a glaring reflection you cannot escape. Every awful moment trips over its own announcement again, and again, and again, until it just hangs there in the center of the room, as if what you were to say had no gravity at all.


Mom, dad: I’m not wasteful with my words anymore. Even now, after hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter, I can still feel the claw of meaning at the bottom of my throat. Listen to me. I heard that even in space you can hear the scratch of a “I-, I-, I-, I… love you.”

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KOOONG - Iwan Simatupang: Tentang Pencarian

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Terjadilah saling cari-mencari


      Pak Sastro mencari perkututnya. Si Amat Kalong, si Jangkung, Pak Lurah dan hampir seluruh pria desa itu mencari Pak Sastro. Dan perkutut itu sendiri- ingin mencari makna sebenarnya dari kebebasan dan kemerdekaan. Atau seperti yang dikatakannya sendiri, ukuran tambahan pada penglihatannya di luar sangkar.

halaman 89

Akhirnya hari ini selesai juga membaca novel 99 halaman hasil rekomendasi bapak penjual toko Ampera Palasari yang dibeli entah dari zaman kapan. Sebagai pembaca sastra Indonesia pemula yang waktu itu masih ga tau nama besarnya Iwan Simatupang, sebenarnya saya jadi agak ogah-ogahan bacanya. Apalagi dengan cover jadul yang kurang menjual dan deskripsi isi buku tanpa review, makin lama lah proses pembacaan buku ini. Namun, lewat sepertiga halaman buku, ketika pengembangan masalah dan pengenalan tokoh sudah selesai dijabarkan, baru deh terasa “khas” dan kedalaman alur ceritanya. 

Banyak yang ingin buku setebal 99 halaman ini ingin katakan. Diawali dari kaburnya perkutut Pak Sastro, duda kaya terhormat, yang tak bisa koong, Iwan Simatupang membawa kita ke suatu perjalanan tentang rupa-rupa makhluk yang berjalan ke arah yang sama:  tujuannya masing-masing. Banyak pertanyaan yang terbentuk sebari membaca roman yang satu ini. Berapa lama, berapa jauh jarak yang harus kita tempuh untuk bahkan mengetahui kemana kita harus berjalan? Walaupun jawabannya terasa gamblang dan sederhana tapi ternyata di dalam hidup selalu terasa rumit dan kabur untuk bahkan dipandang. Dihalangi ketamakan, kekenesan atau mungkin ego yang bertengger nyaman di depan mata yang selalu tak pernah terlihat. Atau mungkin kita bahkan mengejar-ngejar suatu fatamorgana hasil proyeksi “dari segala kekosongan dan kegagalannya. Dari segala harapan dan titik-titik yang tak sempat diwujudkannya.” Seperi layaknya Pak Sastro dan burung perkututnya atau si Amat Kalong dengan otot-ototnya. 

Harus ada yang kita lepaskan agar terlepas
Harus ada yang kita bebaskan untuk terbebas
Untuk menjadi sebenar-benarnya kita..

Alangkah jauhnya jarak ke diri sendiri.

halaman 67

KOOONG!

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and Love dissapeared

slowly..

like babyteeth 

losing parts of me I thought I needed

shashastiaks:

SUPER ENIN!

Keterangan Gambar

  1. Dafy (9) bosan; Kakaknya (18) juga bosan. Kemudian terjadilah pertarungan adu kepala ala Triceratop yang lumayan seru.
    Pihak Kakak pun terdesak.
  2. Wasit Enin pun datang dan pertarungan berakhir. 

*edisi kangen rumah 

yuhuuu 2014!

(Source: kuntawiaji)

Mungkin pada saat itulah ia mulai menyukai Petang.
Bukan Senja yang datang dengan meriah kemudian enggan mengakui perpisahan.

Ketika lampu sepanjang jalan berpendar kebiruan dan langit di ufuk menanggalkan jubah jingganya. 
Tentang temaram yang mengantarmu kembali ke peraduan 

"Pulanglah"..

Bayang-bayang masih belum datang 
dan Petang adalah kepasrahan 

12:06 pagi
9-4-2014 

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