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"The Yaslehs

Since 1968, when his first poem Sebuah Sumpah Derhaka was published in Majalah Mastika, our dad, yassinsalleh, has written voraciously, but at the same time is so disorganized that we could hardly keep track of what he has written. It is even worse now that he writes his poems in his phone and sms it to us his children. Believe you me, he spent a lot of money on smsing long poem to us that is sometimes lost to accidental deleting. So we, his three children - Yasleh Rita Ayu, Yasleh Hani Wati, and Yasleh Khaliff Amri - decided that enough is enough, we need to keep some kind of record of his poetry, thus the creation of this blog. This will be a cache to collect all his old poems and a safe to keep all his future ones. In the film world, mentioning my dad's name will immediately brings to mind his 10 awards winning film Dia Ibuku in which he personally won 2 - Best Director and Best Screenplay- but in the literary world the poem ikan-ikan di kaca is synonymous to him, hence the name of this blog.

ikan-ikan di kaca
(buat adik-adikku tom dan ani)

pun mentari sudah tiada api
dan bulan yang merdu
sudah sejuk nyanyinya
di hujung jari jemari embun
kita masih belum terlalu lewat
untuk menerima satu hakikat

ia,
kita anak-anak satu keturunan
yang menganuti escapisme
selama ini
hanyalah
ikan-ikan di kaca
ia
ikan-ikan di kaca.

ikan-ikan di kaca indah alamnya
ikan-ikan di kaca gemulai renangnya
ikan-ikan di kaca manja hidupnya
ikan-ikan di kaca terpenjara sebenarnya.

tidak lama lagi
embun
akan kering
dan mentari
berapi kembali
kuharap
kalian sudah mengerti
bahawa kita
selama ini
hanyalah
ikan-ikan di kaca
esok
masihkah kita
ikan-ikan di kaca?

yassinsalleh
Kuala Lumpur akhir 1969
Dewan Masyarakat, April 1970 "

(dari blog ikanikandikaca)

Dan inisiatif anak-anakku tersayang ini, aku abadikan disini.

Terima kasih Abang, terima kasih Along, terima kasih Adik.

What a wonderful world. - yassinsalleh



Monday, September 26, 2011

Ahad September 24. 2011. Kalang Pusara Mummy Sempurna Dibina


Gemersik Muzik simfoniSEPI

Mummy sayang,
hari demi hari,
kian bertambah lama Mummy pergi
kian itulah pula bertambah pedihnya sayu.

Bergetar di talian biola pilu,
berdebar di dada rebana paluan rindu.

Setiap malam
pada sampai bulan lelah,
setiap fajar
yang menangguhkan tiba
dalam genta muzik luka
aku berlagu tanpa nyanyi
kerana suaraku hilang entah ke mana sembunyi.

Tapi aku tahu
di kaki tirai pentas Mummy ada di situ
mendengarkan nyanyi qalbuku nestapa
dalam gemersik muzik simfoniSEPI.

yassinsalleh
0240 hrs. Mach 3. 2011
Le Cassa Pacifica De Yasleh
Kuala Lumpur

************
Dalam perjalanan ke kediaman Mummy
Kami nyanyikan lagu
Gemersik Muzik Simfoni Sepi
1010 hrs. Sept 24. 2011


















































Thursday, September 22, 2011

No room for the Grand Old Man of cinema?





FindArticles / News / New Straits Times / Mar 6, 2010

No room for the Grand Old Man of cinema?

by Johan Jaaffar

I RECEIVED his 300th "SMS poem" last Friday, at 3.46am, to be exact, his "usual" time for sending out messages to friends. The poem, untitled, comprised 11 lines and 35 words. Yassin Salleh, film- maker, poet and cultural ideologue, is the Father of Cyber-Poetry. Yassin and his fellow cyber-poets learnt brevity from Indonesian Sitor Situmorang, who entered the annals of literature as the one who wrote the shortest poem the world has ever known, the three- word "bulan di atas kuburan" (moon on a tomb). He died before SMS was invented but literary Netizens relived what was thought impossible in the mainstream literary sphere - short, serious, yet cool poems.

"My poems do not normally get published, so cyberspace opens new doors for periphery writers," he told me.

Yassin is no stranger to the literary world. His first poem, entitled Sebuah Sumpah Derhaka, was published by Mastika back in 1968. However, it was Ikan-ikan Di Kaca that catapulted him to poetic immortality. The poem, which appeared in Dewan Masyarakat, a magazine published by Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka (DBP), in 1970, has a life of its own. It is iconic and has, in fact, attained cult status. Yassin has written perhaps thousands of poems (mostly unpublished, according to him), yet Ikan-ikan Di Kaca, a parody of humans living as fish in an aquarium, will remain his most famous.

He was born in Kampung Ponson, Manchis, near Bentong, Pahang. It is a village barricaded from the real world because of its location, 64 years ago. He was brought up by a grandmother who believed the boy should grow up somewhere else. She took him to Temerloh, where she worked as a midwife and traditional masseur and he went to school. In 1964, he joined Kuantan Teachers' Training College but his interest was in literature. He left the teaching profession in 1973.

He ventured into the world of entertainment, editing the magazine Rita. He came to know Zainuddin Zimbo, who later became Seniman's first president. In fact, the artistes association was mooted at his office at Bangunan Jaya, in Kuala Lumpur's Chow Kit. But there were those who believed Seniman was not in the hands of the right people. Entertainment journalists from Utusan Melayu staged a plan to wrest control of Seniman from Zainuddin at its second annual meeting in 1974.

It was the most tumultuous meeting in the history of Seniman. Yassin stood fast with Zainuddin. He wrote a piece on the meeting and sent it to Osman Abadi, the deputy editor of the group. The piece, Quo Vadis Seniman, was the talk of the entertainment world when it appeared.


Osman wrote to Yassin, "A wild beast like yourself (alluding to the analogy of binatang jalang or wild beast in the poem of Indonesia's great poet Khairil Anwar) should not live in Temerloh, you ought to be here in Kuala Lumpur."

Osman wrote a script for Radio Televisyen Malaysia (RTM), a story of a woman unable to bear a child. It was rejected for fear that someone very famous at the time would be offended by the story. Osman sought Yassin's help to rework the script for a film. The writing part was easy, financing it was sheer hell.

It took them years to come up with the money. Osman wanted Yassin to direct, a decision that brought scorn within the film industry. Yassin had never touched a movie camera before. Yet Osman was adamant and Yassin did a good job, albeit having to face at least three shutdowns, and he and his family being ejected from hotels and rented premises during the filming of the movie.

Yassin left the production short of completing three scenes. Potret Maria was made for slightly less than half a million ringgit, a staggering amount by the era's standards, largely because of cost overruns. Yassin impressed his lead actress Sarimah, who convinced her husband at the time, Yusof Majid, that their film project should be directed by Yassin. Dia Ibuku was specially written with Sarimah in mind.

In 1981, the Second Malaysia Film Festival was largely Yassin versus Yassin. His Potret Maria was pitted against Dia Ibuku. Potret Maria was nominated in seven categories but did not win any, while Dia Ibuku won 10 awards, the most ever won by a single film in the history of Malaysian cinema.

Yassin's two films collected 17 nominations, a record for any film-maker in any one film festival. It won the Best Film, Best Director and Best Screenplay awards for Yassin, Best Heavy Drama, Best Lead Actress awards for Sarimah, Best Comedian for S. Shamsuddin, Best Cameraman for Johan Ibrahim, Best Art Direction for Baki Ahmad, Best Sound Editing for Vincent Koh and Kum Soon, and Most Promising Actor for M. Jamil, Sarimah's son. Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad, the prime minister at the time, gave out the Best Film award,

Dia Ibuku was the pinnacle of Yassin's achievements. He helmed a mini-masterpiece too early in his career, not unlike Orson Welles with Citizen Cane. Yassin made Ali Setan 2 in 1986 and Hanny in 1993, both largely forgotten. He went on to direct movies for TV and serials like PJ, Seri Nadia, Pembalut Luka, Titisan Embun, Kamariah, Gunung Payung, Tak Sakit Lagi, Siti Zubaidah, Meniti Pelangi and Nur Ain. Nur Ain was his last TV serial, made in 2002.

He attempted many comebacks but none materialised. He has been talking about an untitled tome, a story of an octogenarian poet who falls for a young girl. He has been talking to potential financiers but there have been no takers. Things have changed so much over 29 years. He is largely forgotten even though he is the most successful film-maker the country has ever known.

Too many newly minted Datuks are now producing movies. The last time I checked, there will be at least 50 new ones this year, a bountiful harvest in a field of diminishing audiences. There is no room for the Grand Old Man of Cinema.

Yet Yassin will go indie if he has to. Indie has always been a term associated with young film-makers. But he has gone indie with his cyber-poems, why not films?








Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Cuci Mangkuk Bekas Bossnya Makan


Nak jadi Don Juan,
takde rupa,
lagipun dah tua.
Nak jadi gigolo goda janda menteri,
pikat janda taikun koporat,
dia orang nak toyboy 
muka macam hero Hindustan je.
Anu pun dah tak power.
Buat membazir Viagra je.

Nak jadi
runner menteri besar 
atau menteri tak besar,
semuanya
dah pakai 'crawlers' je sekarang.

Ramai sangat dah
ularsawa dan biawaknya 
merayap, menjalar dan melengkar,
kutip toll,
buat road blocks,
buat blogs,
terangguk-angguk
macam burung belatuk
makan kutu
atas belakang babi tonyok.

Nampaknya
kena  buat baik
dengan Salam Cencalok, Leman Pekasam,
dan Abu Budu jelah aku.
Dapat juga nenguk
pencacai terjilat-jilat
cuci mangkuk bekas bossnya makan.

yassinsalleh
1428 hrs Mei 11. 10 
teluk chempedak kuantan, pahang
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All Rights Reserved





Yang Tak Mahu Dipujuk



Aku sudah bagi tau matahari
esuk mesti terbit tepat waktu
kat awan pun aku dah cakap
jangan kacau sinar matari
aku nak dengar serindit menyanyi
di rimbunan pohon tinggi
aku nak lihat kumbang terbang
dari kuntum ke kuntum.

Aku nak lihat 
ikan-ikan bermain sejelas-jelasnya
sebelum mengucapkan selamat tinggal
sebab sebelum senja menghampar malam
aku nak pulang semula 
ke kota menggali perigi
anak-anak nak mandi
memasang pelita
rumah dah kegelapan
Aduhai!

Dan pada bulan aku dah ingatkan
jangan mengada-ngada bersenda rindu
dengan pungguk di kota pula.

Cukuplah 
harapan mati
dibawa semalam yang tak mahu dipujuk
Alahai!

yassinsalleh
2304 hrs, Nov.20. 09
Kg ponson, Manchis, Bentong, Pahang.
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Belas Syawal Yang Mandul



Ramadhan
amal ibadat sarat berkat
menuntut
amaljariah pemenuh hakikat.

yang melarat melata
rata-rata
tunggu sajalah LailatulQadar
itulah satu-satunya lagi yang masih mungkin.

tiada lagi yang berbaki menjariahimu
selepas membeli tiket temasya tamat bulan lapar
dan lunas tuntas
belian pesta makan-makan
sekujur malam seluruh siang sepanjangnya Ramadhan.

Citra hiba,
belas Syawal yang mandul.

yassinsalleh
1058 hrs sept 5. 2010
SanggarPCP anjung_Ponson,
Manchis, Bentong, Pahang.
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Yang Sudah Tiba-Tiba Ke Situ Hilang



Bagaikan
menanam bunga di buih lautan
menjaring  angin di padang rindu
menggenggam air di gurun pasir
aku menghitung
satu demi satu demi satu
bas dan lori tua yang lalu dan terus lalu
tak siapa turun di sini
singgah melihat aku menganyam hiba.
Petaka suatu keturunan bangsa 
yang sedang mengejar dunia
tanpa tali mengikat celana
tak berkutang tetek terlentang.

Dalam lumpur air mengalir
aku menghitung lendir menghilir
dari pergunungan kabilah orang telanjang
di mana orang sempurna lengkap berpakaian
dihukum biadap dinistakan tak bersopan.

Makanya,
bersusun berduyunlah
orang-orang membakar pakaian di badan
ramainyalah pula teman-temanku
yang sudah tiba-tiba ke situ hilang.

yassinsalleh.
2324 hrs. Ogos 29. 2010
di antara tangga dan hujung halaman
Sanggar Penyair Cyber Pahang
Ponson, Manchis, Bentong, Pahang.
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All Rights Reserved.

Sebuah Kilang Viagra

Dalam kotak kedap udara
ku bungkus sendat deru nafas
ceritera perjuangan
semangat sekujur zaman
yang terapung-apung
di antara
nafsu dan budi
petaka sebuah sumpah makan tuan.
Merasailah
sekujurnya impian yang dibatalkan.

Makanya,
bila nanti nafas yang terbungkus itu
naik tujuh kali ganda
harga tiket tontonnya,
akan berforumlah
‘Live On Air’
para Kurator Sejarah
menyesali
Semalam Bangsanya
yang telah ditukarkan
dengan sebuah kilang VIAGRA.

yassinsalleh
1234 hrs jan 6 2011
menuju kedai toto
bila menang nanti
nak buka ladang tongkat ali
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Penganan Bukan Hidangan Di Siarkaki



Mengacau penganan
bukan macam kacau bubur kacang
gulanya, gula enau kabung.
Santannya, kelapa masak berkukur.
Tepungnya,
tumbukan lesung tangan, tiga antan,
tiga dara sunti, bertingkah senyuman.

Tungkunya,
batang pisang berpasak dahan leban.
Apinya, kayu keruing,  
baranya, tak berabu.
Pembungkusnya,
upih  melepak putih.

Penganan sajian kepala hidangan.
Penjamah mulanya Tok Sidang.
Kalau kuih-muih beraja,
pengananlah bertahta.

Penganan
bukan hidangan di siarkaki
lapangan lalat dan langau menari.
Sajak
bukan lagu nyanyian gagak.
terbahak-bahak terbelahak.

yassinsalleh
0235 hrs. sept 13. 2010
Le cassa pacifica de yaslehs
kuala lumpur
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All Rights Reserved

Payah Aku Nak Tidur Nanti



Hujan pagi hujan petang.
sepanjang siang sekujur malam
hujan berterusan jugak.
Berkurunglah nyamuk dalam rumah.
Tidur tak lena asyik menampar nyamuk,
tergaru-garu,
alahai, 
gatalnya bukan main.

Macam manalah nak mimpi nombor.
Motong dahlah tak boleh.
Lukah di sungai hanyutlah pulak tu.
Kalaulah dapat ikan 
boleh juga panggang cicah air asam.
Bolehlah makan dengan ubi rebus.

Sengkeling ni,
nak beli beras memang tak cukup.
Soalnya, 
nak beli ubat nyamuk ke 
atau nak beli maggie?
Kalau beli maggie kenyanglah jugak kejap.
Nak beli gula memang tak cukup dah,
kopi pun dah takde.
Aduhai.

Hujan.
Boleh tak engkau berhenti satu malam.
Dapat aku motong sehari jadilah.
Awan.
Boleh tak engkau jangan hitam.
Kelawar.
Malam ini kau tolonglah 
masuk rumah makan nyamuk.
Tapi, janganlah berak pula.
Payah aku nak tidur nanti.

yassinsalleh
1437 hrs. dis 6. 10
ponson, manchis, bentong, pahang
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Alun Juo Talok Inyo Nak Pulang



Mencari
akar rumpun semalam
mengimbau rimbun pohon zaman
menjejak ranah pusako tinggalan moyang
sayup gemalai
si upiek meniti permatang
perkasa
si buyungnya merentas sempadan.

Rindu dendam dan harapan
jembatan setia
antara yang pergi mencari
dan yang tinggal menanti.

Aduhai,
Sabai nan aluieh,
tunggulah buyung
merengking di perantauan
alun juo talok inyo nak pulang.

yassinsalleh
1106 hrs. April 28.10
ponson, manchis, bentong, pahang
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All Rights Reserved

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Ajarlah Aku Menganyam Sarang



Puyu main buih.
Murai menyambar belalang.
Semalu kuncup dipijak balam.
Bunga lalang hinggap di kelopak mengkuang.
Mentari redup sebelum petang.

Itulah saja yang ku lihat.
Takde apa yang membawa metafora.
Takde yang dapat disusun rima.
Takde nyanyi hati yang bermelodi.
Yang ada cumalah
rintih pilu gilapan rindu.
Itulah cuma sudahnya aku.

Aduhai kerbau
kembalilah engkau ke sawah ini
boleh kita sama menunggu bangau datang lagi
membawa salam dari awan merah warna,
dari angin citra benua
di hujung,
di pangkal,
genta terakhir yang hilang gempita.

Aduhai tempua
Ajarlah aku menganyam sarang
seindah, serapi estetika
Mahakaryamu itu.

yassinsalleh
1230 hrs. nov 29. 10
ponson, manchis, bentong, pahang.
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All Rights Reserved.





Kemboja Tak Mekar





Raya hiba.
salam tak datang
ketupat tak beranyam
langit hilang bintang.

Raya pilu
tikar tak terbentang
lemang tak berendang
pelangi gerimisnya hilang.

Raya  piatu
kemboja tak mekar
kuburan  dalam belukar.

yassinsalleh
0721 hrs. ogos 11. 2010
Le’ Cassa Pacifica de’ Yaslehs
Kuala Lumpur.
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All Rights Reserved

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Yang Terdampar Hiba


Sita Dewi,
betapapun putik-putik rindu
mula bertatah di kuntum pilu,
dan syahdu lagu nyanyian bayu
merentas langit malam tak berbulan
mengiringi keluh bisikan qalbu
yang entahkan bila kesampaian.

Kerana jembatan pelangi yang tak berpangkal ini
entahkan bila sempurna rindu meniti ke hujungnya.

Lalu pelamin yang ditempah itu
akan pasti menanti jua langit malam
menarikan seloka bintang-bintang
meneruskan
getaran rindu yang terdampar hiba
sebelasnya.

Dan kita 
bagaikan sengaja tidak mahu tahu
betapa pelangi itu
hanyalah cuma tarian warna ilusi
yang permai tak tergapai
kerana 
fatamorgana 
hanyalah gurauan semata.

yassinsalleh
1738 hrs. Sept 17. 11
Sujana sepi tak bertepi
malam tanpa mimpi.
di rimba nan rimbun sunyi.
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