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TAK LAGI DEKAT MEZBAH ALLAH Tubuh Tuhan dikonsekrasikan. Dokumen Pasukan Komsos Singosari. Sebenarnya aku ini terlanjur ajur remuk dan terkutuk Bayang maut yang merenggut menjelma jadi takut Bapak tidak genap empat lima Kupunguti pecahan diriku yang berserakan di jalanan Aku tak nemu kedamaian di dalam gereja Tuhan Lucunya, belasan tahun silam rasa yang sama pernah melanda Namun, kini aku lebih bisa nerima Kubawa puing-puing itu dan kurangkai laksana kain perca Mungkin ada baiknya aku tak lagi dekat mezbah Allah Tempatku jelas bukan sekitar altar Tempatku tidak di atas mimbar Tempatku ada di belakang layar di sudut sujud, penuh kemelut Dosa-dosa kuhitung Doa-doa membubung Ah... biarlah aku mengabadikan kejadian keajaiban Tubuh dan Darah Tuhan dikonsekrasikan Aku rindu makan Daging Tuhan! dan minum Darah-Nya! Sungguh aku tak layak Tuhan...
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Reading chapter #3, brought me back to the covid-19 pandemic era. The nuance, the ambience, and the sound of the silence ... Since i know Padmo Adi, the author, the chapter enriches my vault of memories of the pandemic--of course by his perspectives--through the lenses of his concern to new media and it's derivatitives, game and it's psychoanalytic view (mostly Lacanian), and cultural studies as lived experience.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I am glad to say that Padmo's (and other authors') point and views in this book will be one of the recorded collective memory of the pandemic. A work that helps us to know ourselves better than before.
And I am waiting for your next writings ... :-)
Thank you, Mas Noel. I think I will write the left behind traces of our bitter experiences during 2 years pandemic. Maybe not in scientific way, but more in literature and/or art.
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