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The Tendrils of Memory
The Tendrils of Memory By Tintajemari the tendrils of memory punish me so harshly, the tightness in my chest feels like being stabbed in the heart, I burst into sobs breaking the silence of regret, while I know that you will not be arriving to wipe away my tears, the memory now cuts me to…
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We Met
We Met By Tintajemari We met, not at the right time, I think, or perhaps the universe is trying to say that love has never really ever existed? for us Source: Kita bertemu Featured image Journey To East Java (Yogjakarta) by Rahiman Madli https://flic.kr/p/aa6bpp Don’t forget to check out: https://www.instagram.com/tintajemari/
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Asumsi Podcast: Indonesian Bombing Update
The bombing of Medan Police Headquarters on Wednesday 13 November 2019 added again to the list of terrorist acts in Indonesia. Police have already identified that the suicide bomber was affiliated with JAD, the same organization as the attacker who stabbed Indonesia’s then coordinating minister for security Mr. Wiranto. In this episode, we speak to…
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Event: Independence, Decolonization, Violence and War in Indonesia, 1945-1950
Public Seminar Invitation Research in progress: Behind the scenes of the research programme Independence, Decolonization, Violence and War in Indonesia, 1945-1950 On Saturday November 2, 2019, a public seminar will take place in cooperation with the National Archives. During this seminar we will focus on (archival) research: what does research look like in practice? Which…
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‘Adat law 100 years on: Towards a new interpretation?’ – KITLV
‘Adat law 100 years on: Towards a new interpretation?’ – KITLV REMINDER: The Van Vollenhoven Institute for Law, Governance and Society (VVI), in collaboration with the Royal Netherlands Institute of Southeast Asian and Caribbean Studies (KITLV), organize an international conference on the continued importance of adat law in present day Indonesia on 22 May 2017.…
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Poem About Hands By WS Rendra
Poem About Hands By WS Rendra These are the hands of a student, of an undergraduate student. My hands. Oh my God. My hands reach out, and what they grab is a hostess’s filly petticoat, I am dumb. My hands go weak. My hand knocks on the door, but there is no answer. I kick…
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Poem for a Student Meeting By WS Rendra
Why are good intentions put into practice But more and more farmers lose their land? Farms in the mountains are bought up by people from the city. Huge plantations Only benefit just one small group. Advanced equipment that is imp…