The First Day of Velintry
The next day, for some reason this problem that had actually been tried to be forgotten, came back to my head. Kasidi may often be inconsequential, have his own way, be stubborn, never think about other people's feelings, but as far as I can remember, he has never lied. If he says I will do this, then this is the only thing he will do. If he say he will do that, then that's all he'll do.
The cell phone rings. There is a WA text coming in. From Kasidi. Well it's starting now. This will keep happening until he decides to stop. There will be tomorrow. There will be one the day after tomorrow too. It will stop and go if this crazy guy decides to stop. It's a bit annoying, but secretly there is also curiosity. What kind of jumping ideas will emerge. Worth the wait, worth the wait.
The Language Proclamation appeared right before our eyes. Written in italics. It's also possible for this crazy person to know how to download an application that allows italics to be displayed on the cellphone screen. It's just that the title of the Proclamation is language. Tomorrow there will indeed be a commemoration of the independence of our beloved country which is always accompanied by the reading of the Proclamation, but that is the Proclamation of Independence. Not a Language Proclamation. Well ... Â
After the title, a fairly long stanza or verse appears. 22 lines. A stanza containing 22 lines is clearly not a short stanza. This is a long verse, even it is a very long stanza. Then read immediately, albeit slowly, this long first stanza.
At this moment, when thousands of yellow
     leaves fall to the earth,
Fill the sidewalks, yards, streets, whisper
softly to tempt your heart.
Not too happy but also not sad because
it's not a tragedy.
This is a normal and natural event, autumn
is like that.
Yellow leaves are falling everywhere because
if you don't do this,
When the snow is heavy, the proud tree
stands tall,
Complete with lush and cheerful green leaves,
Maybe you gasp under the weight and then
fall and fail to stand up.
But as nature arranges, even though there are
     no leaves anymore,
In fact, the load becomes lighter, the heavy snow
     will be successfully passed.
The proud die, the clever ones stand until spring.
This is what is here, while in RI, the story
is different.
The old leaves do fall off but the young ones
     continue to appear radiantly,
Falling shoots fall off the seedlings again,
so it happens repeatedly.
The trees are always lush green bathed
in sunlight.
And now, from the land where the trees
cleverly trick themselves
And from the ground where the leaves
always sprout again,
A proclamation, the language proclamation,
is like a trumpet
Blown several times to announce that now
part of the promise
What was delivered almost a century ago
is updated,
Because it will not only be respected but
also given a code
So that it becomes the language of the
     countries... language on earth.
Stop for a moment to take a breath. Feels breathless. It's like a short distance runner being forced to run ten kilometers. Really breathless. Damn it, Kasidi wrote so long, without pause. It's just that the content may be there. Must read again.
After reading the second time, my breath was no longer short of breath. I've been able to adapt. Silently smiled to himself. Unexpectedly, this crazy guy can do it too. The writing is good. Just listen to the string of words 'Now, when countless yellow leaves fall to the earth,' which are very poetic. The word 'laksa' or 'berlaksa' is a strong word, has a very strong character and mystical nuance. Wouldn't it be different if the word laksa was replaced with ten thousand? Ten thousand is an ordinary word, not strong, has no character, has no mystery, but 'laksa'? Wow... amazing! Strong, dignified, full of enthusiasm, As the yellow leaves fall to the earth. Strong, authoritative, passionate lines. Even the word fall also adds authority and mystery. It is as if this fall is not just yellow leaves that are falling, which are actually falling, but also means that the fallen warriors and 'pralaya' gave their souls and bodies to the mother earth.
Just before this wandering in the metaphorical realm continues and becomes difficult to control, awareness arises and slowly creeps in. Just leave it to the readers who will continue the metaphorical mystery journey of these beautiful and authoritative lines, if they are indeed beautiful and authoritative, don't be you. There's still a lot of work. Just read and enjoy what comes up. What if Kasidi doesn't want to stop before a thousand days, for example? Wouldn't there be a thousand Kasidi-style leaps of thought that would emerge? Do you still want to continue providing analysis and appreciation for everything? Just reading is hard, man...
