Nik Setiadarma

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  • under the sky, always new names

    under the sky, always new names

    Name changing; I constantly do that. I change the way I call myself. I changed my social media’s account names (from @/eunikeglr to @/quotidianemot to @/niksetiadarma to @/tukangmikwir). I changed my blog’s name and title (used to be a cringe “happyloner”); and by this second, I want to throw the name of this blog “quotidian… Read more

  • dari meja pembaca

    dari meja pembaca

    Sudah cukup lama saya menanggalkan kepercayaan bahwa membaca hanyalah untuk bersenang-senang. Apapun yang sedang saya lakukan sekarang adalah soal berusaha menjadi konsisten, mempertahankan kedisplinan sebagai kerja politik, terus menemui penulis dan buku dari berbagai tempat, bercakap-cakap dengan mereka melalui ruang imajiner, sekaligus berkonfrontasi dengan bahasa dan tulisan. Ada banyak hal di luar buku, bahasa, dan… Read more

  • phase three; keep trying history

    phase three; keep trying history

    for they who write history for they who make history for all of us,who are and will be history memory I sat with Mbak Anna. It was in Yogya, last year. I visited some good people there as I tried to find a place of collaboration where I can share my question. I always respect… Read more

  • no, for a body that does not

    no, for a body that does not

    “What Human Emotion Am I? You’re Anger.” A chuckle. Sianne Ngai once wrote a question: “Is there an ‘adequate’ or ‘sufficient’ response to racist expression?” The “I” was shrugging. A performance of idk-yet-somehow-do-know. This is the “I” who feel without rather than within. The “I” asked itself why history is impossible to be written without… Read more

  • Ilham Rukiah

    Ilham Rukiah

    Saya menulis bagian pendek ini ketika saya sedang melakukan studi kecil-kecilan tentang penyair perempuan “Angkatan ’45” dan berpikir tentang laku puitik penyair perempuan. Hasil akhir studi itu adalah tulisan di situs Tengara tentang sajak-sajak Siti Nuraini yang sejauh ini tersebar di berbagai antologi puisi. Namun, ketika saya berpikir tentang Nuraini, saya sekaligus melihat kembali beberapa… Read more

  • Closure Enough

    Closure Enough

    Paintings may allure loneliness. But how dare one is to confront? Mina Loy’s Insel begins with a moment of encountering a friendship (or not, I’m still unsure) with an artist. Narrated by Mrs. Jones, a middle-age woman who worked as a Paris representative of a New York art dealer, the novel is opened with a… Read more