PENARI MUNGIL


(Saya bukan seorang penari. Pun sangat jauh dari mungil. Tapi, tahu kan adegan 'Tiny Dancer' di 'Almost Famous'? Sensasi membahagiakan dari adegan itulah yang saya kejar..)



Hold me closer, tiny dancer

Count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen

You had a busy day, today


("Tiny Dancer" - Elton John)





"...the quest for transcendence has always been closely linked to the ecstatic release of dancing."
(Resensi RollingStone atas sebuah album pop)

Mr. Darcy: "So what do you recommend, to encourage affection?"
Elizabeth Bennet: "Dancing, even if one's partner is only tolerable."
(Pride & Prejudice, 2005)


perempuan, 1983, lovesick soul, berjalan kaki, belajar menulis, menonton film, ingin keliling dunia, Billie Holliday, Jane Austen, 'Franny and Zooey', cerita pendek F Scott Fitzgerald, lagu-lagu sedih, kecanduan membeli buku second, deretan buku di lemari, berkeliling dengan bis kota, mengepak koper, menari bebas, Vogue, sepatu, bad boys, kopi, kuliner, foto, semua yang vintage, genggaman tangan, pelukan hangat, detil percakapan antara manusia, kegelisahan, kesepian, ruang pencarian, belajar dewasa, museum dan bangunan tua, hari hujan, sinar matahari hangat di hari berangin, airport, stasiun kereta, dan pertanyaan tanpa akhir

YM: isyana_artharini
Email: i.artharini@gmail.com
   

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Suicide Risk

Juno said that she's at suicide risk by being pregnant. There's nothing that puts me more at my suicide risk than knowing I will write something bad. This is already 11.30 and I still don't know which one's head and which one's foot. Or hands.

(And oh, this is my current soundtrack while typing this:

What gives, what helps
The Intuition
I'll know, I'll know
Oh, I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although

They can lead you
Break and defeat you

A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal can break your home
In half
A love is not complete
With only heat

And they can tease you
Break or complete you

And in came a heat wave
A merciful save
And you choose, you chose
Poetry over prose

A map is more unreal
Than where you've been
Or how you feel
A map is more unreal
Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him
And how you might have changed it all
And how he might have changed it all for you

And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
(Did I? Did I?)
And did I, did I...?
(Did I? Did I?)
And did I, did I...?
(Did I? Did I?)
And did I, did I miss out on
You...)

Gila deh. Apa sebenarnya yang sedang terjadi sih?
Kenapa aku merasa semuanya itu futile attempts?
Sia-sia aja.

Posted at 12:18 am by i_artharini

 

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