Poems and Poets Lost in the Hustle and Bustle of the Capital
Author: Jacob Ereste
Freelance Journalist
Building your own hut is better than living in an inherited palace. Although the hut is still a dream that has not been realized, due to various obstacles, such as building an organization or political party whose whereabouts and father are unclear. Moreover, it is only to grab a position like many people are fighting over.
That is the creative world that has been lost, no longer a firm independent ideal, because it has taken shortcuts like many people do.
As a result, instant tastes — wanting to quickly penetrate the sky of money is not achieved — but fantasies continue to be alone — including in dreams that end when you wake up and enter the perfect real world.
This is the poet’s poem explained by the wind that blew along with his last puff of cigarette.
Everyone was stunned, when they heard and witnessed the poet’s declamation, panting because they were hungry since earlier and had not had rice for breakfast. But the poet continued walking after reading his work while spreading his poetry manuscripts to be carried by the wind as they pleased.
The model and style of writing poetry and similar readings that he did, seemed to be fighting the arrogance of a publishing culture that was no longer interested in publishing any kind of written work, because all needs could be served through digital features that could provide many of the needs needed. Including pornographic films to simply arouse sexual arousal that was already logo.
Moreover, just to find a used vehicle or one that was still freshly built from the factory, it could be negotiated through social media which actually did not have the most essential social character needed by humans.
Just to enjoy the Warung Tegal class menu, it could be ordered immediately at any time to be delivered anywhere, except to the afterlife.
The poet was stunned to see that he had entered a city that was so noisy and noisy, as if he was gossiping about a diploma whose authenticity had not been shown. In fact, that’s all that many people want, not the camouflage claimed by various parties that actually heats up and widens the conflict area to the point of neglecting the price of rice and cooking oil that has made law enforcement officers busy also drinking illicit goods as if competing with the problem of tin, mixed fuel to CSR which is also denied by many.
That is part of the last poem from the poet who suddenly disappeared swallowed up by the hustle and bustle of the capital, who knows what it’s called. Like a reform that has lost its historical traces.
Banten, May 20-21, 2025
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