PUstaka puJAngga

Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto

KAMI TAK MAU SEDIH-SEDIH
Blaise Cendrars

Kami tak mau sedih-sedih
Itu terlalu mudah
terlalu bodoh
gampang saja.

Untuk itu terlalu banyak kesempatan
Salahnya tak ada
Setiap orang sedih
Kami tak mau sedih lagi.

WE DO NOT WANT TO BE SAD
Blaise Cendrars

We do not want to be sad
It is too easy
too stupid
simple enough.

For that is too much chance
No mistaken
Everyone is sad
We do not want to be sad anymore.

Blaise Cendrars (1887-1961), French poet of the Swiss that affected the stream of American surrealism. A person preferred to wander in Europe and also explored the North and South America. He is not a figure of traveler, so in every State he transited he looks alike a son of own country. He was living as merchant beside as lecturer, etc. When he went back to France he lived segregated from the community, so the people called him as “The most lonely man in the world.” His understanding to the poems is the result of the motion and not the fruit of passive contemplation. Beside he wrote poems he also wrote novels, travel stories and have great attention to the film. His soul of creation is the form of the combination of journalism with literary. (from the book “Puisi Dunia”, Volume I, compiled by M. Taslim Ali, Balai Pustaka, 1952, which is retranslated into English would be more or less like above).
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Phenomenon of poetical meaning is similar to the growth of grains of sweat dripping from healthy body working hard and energetic. Existence could not have captured by the whole if only predictive, prejudice, even if just a hunch, though derived from intelligent souls.

Meat keeps memories of the past of future stimulation pulses, processed and incarnated resources of thick inspiration with natural color. It could be ascertained that seriousness of intention will be nothing if not manifested by the reality.

This is the splendor of bodily form fully song of poetic. Testimony is that there is value intriguing the soul to a certain extent, forced out as deep as creation of necessity said.

Being a heavy point, simple words can inspire bright forehead, enlightened by deed embankment behind the reflected of policy as much as the spreading of charm; Cendrars is handsome without any doubt.

The words since dust of desert of the trip are more penetrating into the eyes than embracing the heart, but did not motion the power of appreciation.

The steps are matured by wind of season of the longing gusts perpetuated, passion skinning the seconds of time intercourse, the earth does the field of knowledge that will not run out to load to the altar of science.

A wanderer; a human being who is never satisfied to interpret the life, itching was not quite finished just carded, not burned and then crushed and burnt, but heated in an cauldron of experience that is more figured out temperature of balance.

Maturity of mind derived from very narrow bridge of mentality educated repeatedly to incarnate prestige. And the audience did not just find fortitude of inner, their spirit did not complete in the curve of age.

Everything is by the strong motion to perfect the tough and authoritative human dignity, not a gift or even any chances with opportunity.

Cendrars explored the environment around to test him own and sharpened the point of failure if achieved, such as a sort of hit-and-run case researchers studied the evidence all around, understood it and kept to explore the possibility and looking at tangled yarn on the table of tailor who lives from hand to mouth.

Clink of Zippo fired up the tip of his cigarette, while the gulp of Whisky in warm tongue stimulated glands of nerve to make a trip followed in the footsteps of the wanderer of the ancient wind. There was pulse of reason when the forehead frowned around the pattern of reasoning that could be found in the middle of the path.

When fatigue of sleep tight was visited by the dream resembles the formula of life on cases dealt with, not the tired be overtaken by restless. But the shadow interpreted the previous and difficult to be explained by desires, similar to a soft wind blew the soul of cloud rocked by the provisions set understanding.

So is the wanderer runs the day to arrange stones of memory, for the sake of spiritual residence pinned on the shoulder of a degree; most lonely man in the world.

The maturity of exercise a sense is not simply reading, and then the attitude of the words can raise a feeling in the space of reader from the efforts to fulfill the needs. It is etched through the fragments of possibilities, comes simplicity.

His poetry above has been fused over machete of time and sharp change of the period makes self easy to cut the doubt, chopping off the sentimentality. Life choices push the sun to aim for tip of the twilight of hope.

All got the reality on the awakened vigilance from chaos of opinion. His personality is destined like hard rock of life, capable to summarize signals and compresses ranging in the hands of confidence in struggling.

As if windward couldn’t control its legs to step by driving thousands of events with a frisky, like surfing on the height of wave of attraction and wave of anxiety.

His eye is so sharp and so polite; his face shows the mature age on sly joke and wild livelihood. I called you as the father of poetic experience that is without the lure of beautiful comforting charm.

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