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While I am likely better to ground myself in reality these days, which I find it's difficult to do as I constantly feel like being in the wrong era, was supposed to be born in earlier century. So instead, I fulfilled my classical ego, stretching myself and mind back to the old time through vintage visuals offered on a visit to Rembrandt's house that echoed the life in the seventeenth century.  Having a visit to historical old side always gives me this strange yet happy feeling, as well it constantly gives me goosebumps as I sense it all the way, like an almost otherwordly beauty. The Kitchen. Rembrandt's living and private room , the box bed which was so expensive and only man of means who owned it back then. The place where his wife, Saskia, lied down. Since Rembrandt was also an art dealer back in time, there were so many paintings from painters who were close to him as well paintings made by his pupils. He had this room to keep all

I was looking for reading material related to feminism when I found Amanda Lovelace’s anthologies on my e-reader shop. I should have executed my first plan reading Roxane Gay’s but let me share glimpse of my thoughts about her two books that I have just done reading;  The Princess Saves Herself in This One  and  The Witch Doesn’t Burn in This One . If you decide  to dive deeper into feminism-world and fancy to know how feminist shows her expression wrapped in poetry, Amanda’s writing would probably give you such depiction, even though I personally go to her second rather than her first book in regards to the matter.   On  the Princess Saves Herself in This One,  she breaths in the figure of a princess to help her communicate the messages. This autobiography-poems collection tends to extend the ideas related to child abuse, family's problems, personal disorders, trauma, violence, and death, making the reader seem to enter a dark room of the writer as well as embrace it th

Let me have my last day on earth in an art museum, I wanna die peacefully and be surrounded by people who share the same spirit, embody the same energy. A constant unending process of creativity which has no number emerging, and I always am grateful to have witnessed with my own eyes the things that most people won’t specifically see. I feel back to myself, I feel no fear. I can embrace my most individuality.  Quoted what Léon Spilliaert had said,  “To me, the only thing that counts is my individuality; it is everything to me; I am not so certain that all the other thin gs actually exist. It is like a phantasmagoria when I view the life that goes on outside myself it is often with abundant fantasy.”  This is probably the first thing that caught my attention. My brainwork went far to how's individuality mean so much to Spilliaert and how it later affects me to embrace mine either. When I initially entered the room, I didn't know who is Spilliaert, it was

Judul : Na Willa dan rumah dalam gang Penulis  : Reda Gaudiamo Tahun Terbit  : 2018 Penerbit  : POST Press Bahasa  : Indonesia Jumlah Halaman  : xii + 175 hlm ISBN  : 978-6-02-603043-6 Menyenangkan sekaligus menghangatkan hati, itulah kesan pertama yang didapat selepas membaca seri kedua buku Na Willa karya Reda Gaudiamo. Seusai membaca seri pertama pun, tak sampai hati rasanya jika enggan menyempatkan sedikit banyak lagi waktu untuk membabat habis yang kedua. Lantas begini jadinya, menggali lagi memori masa kecil milik sendiri akibat rasa kangen bahkan setelah berlembar-lembar halaman rampung dibaca. Keluarga Kecil di Gang Krembangan Buku ini, tentu sesuai judulnya, mengisahkan tentang seorang gadis kecil polos bernama Na Willa yang tinggal di salah satu gang di kota Surabaya. Si kecil Willa tinggal bersama orang tuanya yang ia panggil dengan sebutan Mak dan Pak, serta ada pula Mbok yang membantu pekerjaan rumah. Dalam cerita kesehariannya, Willa banyak menemukan

Hey man upon the hill, yonder since I knew you haven't truly seen the mountain but yet. There isn't any, is it? I like to write you and still You love the way I watch, you , the sun through my, eye , finger, hand Observing on the skin and deep of your bosom ayayayaya..ayaya...ayaya.. uhhhhh.. I should be happy No, I shouldn't. It should be more than that I must feel whole, undivided. ayayayaya..yayaya...yayaya.. uhhhhh.. I'd like to dance with you even only in the thought of us We spend most times, severally , to the day we meet Can I fall into your constellation ey..ey..ey..eye helped by the cold wind which I want to assume comes from the west Oh, your eyes.. I can never stand the eyes.. We drive in the wind ( someday I wish) Open( ed ) the window is no need we don't have one we are what we call as unberarable freedom of      soul        itself. Wave to nothing Just to keep us a

Source : bukukita.com (translated into Indonesian version) Indonesian Title   : Orang Aneh Author                    : Albert Camus Translator              : Max Arifin Year                         : 2017 Number of pages  : 168 ISBN (10) 979-168-469-3 First impression that came to my mind right after I finished reading this book is that everything is somehow worth accepted. You may think it sounds cliche, yet if we do accept something especially the hard or difficult ones, you won't feel so much like it is. Despite it makes us feel unhappy, but at least we don't feel like being punished or cursed. Thus, it is less burdensome and that's what the main character of the story (Mersault) had chosen, something that can be seen from his behaviors and also his will. I have never thought about letting myself to read a book which is written by a philosopher like Albert Camus since it is mostly paradoxical. In fact, it is undeniable that the book, through