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Ars Poetica

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A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds  * A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs  Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night entangled trees Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind— A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs *  A poem should be equal to : Not true For all the history of grief An empty doorway and a maple leaf For love The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea— A poem should not mean But be -Archibald MacLeish Membaca puisi ini, ingin menulis puisi lagi rasanya :) menulis tanpa terlalu banyak ribut tentang makna menulis tanpa kelambu pura-pura Mungkin ini salah pengertian soal Ars Poetica, tapi tolong maklumi un...

Feel Good Monday #2 : Indulging in What I Love

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I know, I know. I'm suck at keeping routines, right? Setelah ini insya Allah akan rutin posting tiap Senin, karena sudah banyak hal membahagiakan yang mengantri untuk ditulis... sayang untuk dibiarkan di lembar-lembar memori yang memudar, hehehe. Feel Good Monday hari ini memiliki tema " Indulging in What I Love , " dan itulah yang menjadi kerjaan saya selama beberapa minggu terakhir ini. Pada usia dewasa awal sekarang ini, banyak pertanyaan-pertanyaan muncul semacam 'Apa yang benar-benar saya suka?' 'Apa yang benar-benar saya inginkan untuk diri saya dan dunia' 'Mau jadi apa saya nanti?' Hal-hal berikut saya harapkan bisa sering saya nikmati di masa depan. Kalau pun tidak sering, inginnya hal-hal di bawah ini menjadi tempat retreat sejenak saat rutinitas terasa terlalu menyebalkan. Pardon my random and probably incorrect English/other foreign languages below, I tend to think in a horrendous mishmash of several foreign la...

Book for Breakfast : Be A Great Muslimah

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Be a Great Muslimah by Febrianti Almeera My rating: 5 of 5 stars I got this book as a birthday gift from my best friend Tidy (thank you again and again, little dear :)). I have finished it several months ago (since my birthday is in February) but to be fair, in order to write this review I reread it again. I kind of didn’t know what to expect when I began reading this book. In one hand, it had a great premise (praises written on the back cover are no joke…) and it would be great if it could inspire me to be ‘syar’i, berprestasi, menginspirasi’ (doesn’t it sound like a meaningful life you’d love to have?). In the other hand, the writer is quite young (like, a year older than me or so) and I don’t know, what kind of experience she’d been through to offer me some life-changing inspiration? It’s not that young people cannot be inspiring… I just found a lot of their so-called wisdom felt so fake and forced and just…meh. Of course I applaud them for even trying, they just didn’t have...