Rendra & Tom Stoddart

Rendra, he performed this afternoon in Power House Art Center in the city, reciting his poems accompanied by his wife and Sawung jabo (finally i met him!!!, great mucisian). Poetry,.... a language of heart and soul, is the piece of artwork that i can not enjoy wholeheartedly, sometime i can let myself truly involve in the beauty of rhyme and lines and other time i can't bear the "openness" of poetry. In fact some of his poets are excellent and some are rubbish!!

Why do people write poems, well.......sometimes romanticism just happen to born in our heart when we feel something extraordinary, happy, sad or simply expressing our gratitude for God's blessings. But to me, there are experience that should NOT be exposed by pens and paper which in turn should NOT be read in public. The secrect of "secret experiences" should be remain the secret of heart and soul. Secret that must never ever be revealed because God loves it to remain a secret between Himself and "the dreamers".

Anyway, maybe it is me who interpret his poems in this way, because to me, a poet is the art of languange and should not be disgraced.

.......and tonight, i came home with a dizziness in my head and i directky went to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night. I happen to be browsing the blogs until i came accros a blog that provide a link to artworks of Tom Stoddart, a photojournalist. I truly believe that pictures speak louder that the loudest voice on earth, and suddenly i feel so scared and my gut is like spinning around. God...if we human beings are created with Your love, then why do we don't care about each other.

Utopia..........this word resounds many times in my head as i see the slide show back and forth. why on earth people do not try to search their existence as human being. Human beings who claim themselves as the most civilised society seems to be the most unciviliced human beings in this world. and we........Human beings .........starving ..........not only our body but also our soul. starving to wait for a helping hand. who's hand...?,

"you live your life like animal so you die like animal, you live your life like a human being so you die like a human being"

in the counry of Purple Jacaranda, October 17th 2005