Lomba dan Webinar February On Paper
‘THE UNSEEN AND THE UNSPOKEN”
‘feeling and thoughts about women’
Pada tanggal 16 februari 2021, Himpunan Mahasiswa Sastra Inggris (HIMASASING) Universitas Nasional, mengadakan ajang pencarian bakat melalui Kontes Menulis Puisi dan Webinar Kepenulisan Puisi, dalam memperingati “Women Days”. Kontes Menulis Puisi ini terbuka untuk mahasiswa/i JABODETABEK, banyak mahasiswa/i dari Universitas ternama juga ikut berpatisipasi dalam kegiatan ini. Kegiatan ini dapat dikatakan sukses, karena banyaknya partisipasi mahasiswa/i yang mendaftar sebagai peserta.
February On Paper adalah kegiatan yang diselenggarakan oleh HIMASASING yang memiliki tujuan untuk mengapresiasi bakat mahasiswa/i dalam menghasilkan karya sastra. Selain sebagai sarana apresiasi, kegiatan ini juga bertujuan untuk mengasah bakat mahasiswa/i dalam menghasilkan karya sastra. Kegiatan ini dilaksanakan melalui lomba karya sastra puisi tingkat Mahasiswa dan ditutup dengan kegiatan webinar “Kepenulisan Puisi” yang akan disampaikan oleh narasumber ahli dalam bidang terkait.
Kegiatan berjalan dengan lancar meskipun terdapat beberapa hambatan, banyaknya antusias peserta untuk mengikuti kegiatan ini membuat peserta dapat memahami materi dasar dari cara kepenulisan puisi.
Berikut adalah puisi dari ketiga pemenang :
Puisi Juara Pertama, oleh Aditya Tri Yoga.
For Those Who Lost, Great Courage, Great Beauty
Nusantara Aditya
I
1789: French Revolution.
First stars since seventeen-eighty-nine.
The almighty,
monumental, legendary
revolutionary army
moves strategically yet twistedly.
The Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen.
Turn a man into a noble of his citizen.
On the eve of Revolution,
every man confront his destiny.
Galloping steps in the middle of the light.
Terrifying, thrilling, trembling.
From Bastille
to Versailles.
The highway is alive,
by fire in their hearts.
Thus spoke their prophet,
“Revolution! Revolution!
a new light for the nation!”
The roar of resistance enlightened the nation.
Annex!
Attack!
Assault!
Ambush!
Howl!
“Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité!”
Chaos!
Strike!
Blaze!
Shatter!
Conquer!
The highway is alive,
by fire in their hearts.
Revolution: an epic poetry.
1971: Behind the French Revolution, the Unseen and the Unspoken truth.
Two years after the French Revolution.
The Martyr released her letter.
The Declaration of the Rights of Woman and of the Female Citizen.
“Woman is born free and lives equal to man in her rights.”
Olympe de Gouges
liberate woman from many cages.
Olympe de Gouges was born to be free,
her destiny is to resist tyranny.
There’s a ton of revolutionary idea in her head
more than in the heart of the French Revolution.
“Woman, wake up, stand for your rights!”
She starts to begin her battle,
until her last breathe.
On the eve of Revolution,
every woman confront her tragedy.
Walking gracefully amidst the lightning.
Terrorized, threatened, tortured.
Thousand years of prison
can’t blind her vision.
“Woman arise! Woman arise!”
and she continued to fight,
until her last sigh.
I die, my son,
my dear son;
I die innocent.
Avenge my death!
Children of homeland,
YOU SHALL
AVENGE MY DEATH!
One blade slashed her neck,
Guillotine take her life, but not her voice.
From the Kingdom of French,
she fly away,
to the Kingdom of Heaven,
miles away, miles away.
Last letter, “And if one day French women are recalled by posterity,
maybe my memory will be held dear.”
Revolution: a tragic story.
au revoir,
the martyr.
II
The Wounded Deer.
The wandered deer in tear.
She was born
in the age of revolution.
She
has her own
way but she’s
never won.
Frida Kahlo,
invited the world to her inferno.
Suffered
severe
chronic
crack.
Patience and passion
in battle with paralysis syndrome.
Dives into surrealis subconscious
delivers her dreams.
Frida pours her pain and suffering
into her paintings.
She turns a pity
into beauty.
Tragic becomes a magic.
Faith becomes a myth.
Wrath becomes awards.
Word becomes a road.
Cathartic.
The artistic anesthetic.
Glory soul.
Glass body.
Heart of gold.
Hands of witch.
1927 Joined the Communist Party.
Poet in the protest.
Roar of the revolutionary Red Army.
In the wheelchair, lies a patriot,
in the middle of riot.
First stargazed. Star-cross’d lovers met.
Eye to an eye.
Soul to soul.
and the body
… for whom?
Frida fall to a hole
with her beloved Diego.
Unity
in diversity.
Diego filled her flowering body in the daylight.
Diego purify her mirror at the star-studded night.
Flowers scattered at twilight.
Mirrors broken. Dim light.
Divided
in unity.
Unfaithful. Unsatisfied.
Lover splits Frida,
Two Faces of Frida.
The heartbroken Frida.
The broken Frida.
Poor Frida,
in battlefield again.
Fountain of pain.
Amputation.
Cut her leg off,
cut her pride off.
“Dear Diego, I’m amputating you.”
Bloody.
Fragmented body.
Death comes slowly.
The brightest scar on the star
is a woman.
The toughest glass, at last,
is a woman.
Frida lives forever
in a sunflower.
The end of the story.
The end of the history
of
The Wounded Deer.
The wounded, dear,
Frida Kahlo.
Rest in your paradiso.
III
Merapi raging in 1992,
Merapi raging in 1994,
May, 1993.
She’s dead yesterday,
she’s alive until this day.
She passed on.
She can’t remember the reason.
Walking down the street
and saw something great.
Newspaper:
“The tyranny spreads it’s vicious like a black death,
they took our rights!
Now, we only have one path:
Stands for our rights! -Marsinah 24 years old.”
“Great courage, great beauty,
Marsinah 24 years old, leads mass movements.”
“Marsinah: resistance & remembrance.”
“Marsinah, 3 days gone.”
Travelled back to
May 3rd, 1993.
Mass movements.
Mass strikes.
Workers unites,
fight for the better lives.
The fierce voice from the speaker,
“The tyranny spreads it’s vicious like a black death,
they took our rights!
Now, we only have one path:
Stands for our rights!”
Group of workers,
“What a brave young girl Marsinah is,
her words is thrilling!”
Marsinah leads mass movements,
she stands still in the frontline,
gently yet toughly,
bravely, fiery.
One shall see those blazing eyes.
The masses were getting stonger,
The line were getting greater.
All the workers scream,
“Justice! Justice! Justice!”
and the fight goes on.
Sang Saka fly on.
May 8th, 1993.
Roses scent,
flower, gunpowder.
Wound under
her bones.
Marsinah! Marsinah!
Lost and lose.
Suffer.
Suffocate.
She was torn apart by wild dogs,
they raped her body.
She was torn apart by wild dogs,
they ripped her soul.
Helpless.
Hopeless.
One bullet tear a hole in her body.
Marsinah withered away,
fade away,
in the season of her bloom.
Trapped in a gloomy doom.
My struggle is over,
now it’s your time to take over.
Pulse stops ticking.
Her soul flying.
From Nusantara,
to Nirvana.
Half staff
Sang Saka.
and the Merapi mountain mourn in 1993.
17-18 Februari 2021
Puisi Juara Kedua, oleh Reskia Enno Kartika.
The Unseen and The Unspoken
He said:
Women are glass.
Girls are candies that have been unwrapped.
Women are the crowns that the king will wear.
Women are salted fish just like that.
Women are noble creatures.
He said, he said, he said.
Why are women equated with animals to goods.
It seems to be glorifying, but condescending.
In fact, women are only creatures with full of love.
He said, he said, he said.
I said, we are human.
Reskia Enno Kartika
Puisi Juara Ketiga, oleh Zakia Rachmah.
24th NIGHT
Zakia Rachmah
You as a King
And She as a Queen
That night came then the story begun
But it jumped straight to the climax raising
That was a great night
For a great fight
At the middle of night
That noises sound
Woke me up and down
Plot twisted happened to us
Causes silent hill
Into this palace
We have our own ill
For the one excuse
Today is Sunday
But now even for next days
It’s not sunny
Since the Queen has gone
In hurt feeling and brittle bone
Don’t you regret it, King?
