Posts tagged ‘remembrance’

November 30, 2009


It was half past three when i left the coffee shop, 2 hours passed unnoticed, a book in hand speaking of the counter-culture and the co-modification of it. Funny how the world seems to move in a seemingly inconstant rate. How at one time the world seems so slow and motions taking so long to finish, at another time the worlds seems to catch up speed of what it lost. And so here we are, in the accelerated version of slow motion, in the time-lapse video of life and everything contained in a single dense sphere. We are where we are and what we are thanks to the what we did and what we were, what theorist believe that identity is formed by experience and history either individually or collective. We change a lot, redefining ourselves from time to time, and probably I’ve said itĀ  before, but somehow in the end we lapse back to the yearning of our older selves. Something some people call peter pan syndrome, the envy for the lost boys, how they never age and act as simple and as plain as they should be, as should we. We are still the kid back in grade school, the naive boy that receives daily beatings either at home (the perils of little brother) or school.

So why did we stop? why did we stopĀ  pretending to be the cop or the robber, or the princess or the prince, or the over ambitious drag queen? We create our realities, our own identities, being who we are as we used to be… unfake…

March 12, 2009

And what of the living?

We pour our endless minds to consuming the concepts and philosophies of the old dead and forgotten – not to mention that of those we read are often at times the white male (not to be confused with moby dick). In Indonesia it is accustomed, despite religion, clan, or heritage, that we pay respect to the dead… and in paying respect, I mean remembrance rituals lasting days, weeks, and years (not continuously). Javanese has this ritual of paying grievance at 40 days of death, 100 days, and sometimes even 1000 days.

Being this selfish ignorant asshole that i am, i ask why? Yes, we should remember them, and yes, their philosophical point of views were interesting and ingenius. But must we cage our own thoughts and be dumbfounded by theories and phenomenons based on what happened, old and rusted unable to find its place in this modern plane? or pay tribute to those we love and left us with all these materialistic images of glamor and awe drawing proportions? Both of these questions may be answered with a yes… culture in its finest form, from the generations of kings to poppers, the never ending battle of acceptance. Even for the dead. As those history books confirm, that those in scripture, whose name marches forth through time. The prophets of their time.

And what of the living? The purpose of those living are to be buried in scripture, remembered for aeons of time, a hope that their names would not be forgotten so soon. Ask anyone, how do they picture life after death? or what their funeral would look like? Marx may have died alone but many still say his name, in dreams and nightmares (deadliner, with a paper due an hour).

A life worth living is a life remembered after death. But really, who really wants to die?