Showing posts with label My Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Love. Show all posts

Saturday, December 17, 2011

The Moor’s Irony in Shakespeare's Othello

I will round unvarnished tale deliver
Of my whole course of love – what drugs, what charms
What conjuration, and what mighty magic
(For such proceeding am I charged withal)
I won his daughter
            (Shakespeare’s Othello)

Readers of Othello who have fallen in love before will believe that the central theme of Shakespeare’s Othello is about a tragic love because they feel empathy and pity for both Othello and Desdemona.  However, if we read the play through a formalist perspective as Ann B. Dobie recommends when she says, “some of the main elements that call for attention are form, diction, and unity, as well as the various literary devices they subsume” (41), we will see that the major theme is not only a tragic love but also the irony that Othello must face so many difficulties in claiming his true love, and after he attains it, he does not believe that it is real, making it possible for him to destroy his love with his own hands. 

Othello and Desdemona’s love must struggle to survive from beginning, when it is challenged by her father and they both must declare it to be true to the Duke and senators in order to be married.  At midnight, they go to a church outside Venice.  The fact that they elope demonstrates Othello’s underlying belief that the marriage is some how unreal.  At the same time, Iago and Roderigo try to wake up and provoke Barbantio saying that, “Zounds, sir, y’ are robbed! For shame, put on your gown! Your heart is burst; you have lost half your soul” (1.1.86).  This provocation continues the conflict of Othello keeping his true love.  Even though he has married Desdemona and declares: “my parts, my title, and my perfect soul” (1.2.31).  The sound of ‘my and my’ echoes Othello’s need to reiteratethis love to himself in order to make it real and convince himself. 

The outward difficulties of the marriage continue, as Othello has to go to fight the Turks of Cyprus, fulfilling his duties as a general of Venician military.  Desdemona begs the Duke to follow him, saying: “that I did love the Moor to love with him, my downright violence, and storm of fortunes” (1.3.247).  She is willing to live on the ship with the soldiers and and conflict.  Even the image of “storm” does not frightened her will to live with her true love.  It is ironic that despite her repeated  demonstrations of devotions her true love killed her tragically in the final scene. 

Othello is destined to kill Desdemona when he receives evidence from Iago and says, “that handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee thou gav’st to Cassio” (5.2.48).  The handkerchief here is  a symbol, not only the symbol of their love, but also the symbol of the betrayal that Othello believes that Desdemona has committed.  The symbolic meaning of the handkerchief helps the play become real when readers can see the meaning of the handkerchief change from love to betrayal.  Othello gave it as a symbol of love, but in his mind it becomes a symbol of his cuckolding and the ironic instrument of the tragic end of their love.  So all the formalist elements in this play are ironic, just as Othello himself is an ironic character.   

There are many indications in the play that show how much Othello loves Desdemona, but it is difficult for him to win her love through so many challenges,  especially that her father will never agree to their love, since there are so many differences between them, including blood and religion.  Desdemona’s father, Brabantio, even implies that their love is the result of trickery, “For I’ll refer me to all things of sense, If she in chains of magic were not bound” (1.2.65).  For Brabantio, magic is Othello’s tool to achieve his goal.  But in fact, Desdemona truly loves Othello, initially because he has huge stories and adventures in his life.  But, even after Othello defends and proves his love and it is accepted by the Duke and senators, a part of him does not truly believe it.  The images of magic are in Othello’s awareness, as well, and  ultimately, he accepts the unreality of her love for him as if it had been based on magic all along, finally allowing him to kill it with her.

From the Formalist perspective, the images, symbols, sounds, and character elements of the play, it can be seen that Shakespeare’s Othello has a central theme, that both Othello and Desdemona’s loves are ironic.  On Othello’s side, he fights for his true love but kills it after he wins it.  On Desdemona side, she betrays her father’s expectation by marrying a man who is completely different from her, but eventually, after she proves her love, ironically, it is her love which kills her.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Azham Dan Azhami


Azham dan Azhami
(By: Insani Djohar/ID)

Begitu kuat rasa ini dan begitu kuat tantangan ini. Semua serba kuat, sampai aku tidak kuat sendiri. Hidup sendiri aku tidak bisa. Makan sendiri aku juga tidak sanggup. Apalagi jalan-jalan sendiri, aku lebih tidak mau! Jalan-jalan sendiri seperti orang gila saja. Semua ketidakkuatanku ini melumpuhkan pengukuhanku sebagai insan sejati!

Di saat aku tidak kuat hidup sendiri, dia datang menemani hari-hariku. Senyumnya menyejukkan hati, sapaanya meluluhkan jantungku, semua yang dia lakukan mampu mematahkan kekuatan dan kesombonganku. Dia, ya dia, yang telah menggoyahkan keangkuhan, dan kearogananku. Karena dia yang telah mampu membuat aku tersenyum. Dia yang telah mampu mengubah irama jantungku dari musik keroncong yang sudah ‘mengantuk’, menjadi musik rock metal yang hidup membara. Ya, hidupku lebih bersemangat dan berwarna semenjak kehadirannya. Yang dulu aku bangun tidur malas, makan sendiri juga malas, berangkat ke kantor malas-malasan, pokoknya setiap langkahku tidak lepas dari sepatu kemalasan. Tetapi sejak dia mulai mengusik mataku, mengusik rasaku, terutama mengusik rasa malasku, yang perlahan-lahan mampu mengganti sepatu kemalasanku itu menjadi sepatu kerajinan yang dahsyat! (Aku pun tidak tahu dia membeli sepatu itu dari mana). Yang pasti sejak aku memakai sepatu kerajinan ini, langkahku penuh irama yang selalu bernyanyi lagu riang gembira!Ya, sepatu baruku ini mampu mengembalikan gairahku yang dulu mungkin ditelan bumi. Mampu mengembalikan energiku yang dulu tersedot matahari.

Oh, rasa ini pasti yang dinamakan cinta! Ah, aku terlalu percaya diri dan terlalu cepat menyimpulkan kalau dia pun merasakan kegirangan atau cinta namanya, seperti yang aku rasa kan ini.Oh Cinta, aku tidak kuat harus memulai dari mana. Kamu datang hanya lewat seulas senyuman, seuntai sapaan, tidak lebih dan tidak kurang. Sehari datang sekali, tetapi itu rutin setiap hari! Kalau tidak pagi, ya siang, atau malam menjelang tidurku. Itu pun hanya sesaat, sekilas, dan tidak pernah melebihi hitungan jam. Tetapi efeknya itu yang melebih jam, hari, minggu, atau bulan sekali pun! Dan luar biasanya lagi, semua itu kuat dan mampu merobohkan semua rasa bosan, semua rasa bebal, dan semua rasa yang tidak punya rasa dalam jiwa dan ragaku ini.

Oh Sayang, dimanakah kau sekarang berada? Rinduku sudah mulai mengelitikku, malasku sudah mulai melirikku, bosanku sudah mulai mencolek-colekku. Energiku yang maha dahsyat sudah mulai meredup, tersapu angin siang dan angin malam yang mampu berhembus menusuk tulang rusukku. Sungguh besar rindu ini padamu!

Oh Robbi, oh maha sejati. Berilah hamba kekuatan untuk menentukan langkah dan menggunakan sepatu kokoh yang mampu menopang badan hamba jika sedang malas, jika sedang gundah, dan jika sedang lemah. Robbi, berilah hamba kekuatan-Mu yang maha agung agar mampu berdiri tegak, tanpa ada bayang-bayang dirinya.

Namun Robbi, hamba tetap memohon dan mengharap agar Engkau memberikan hamba kekuatan, kesempatan untuk menjemput dan mendapatkan belahan hati hamba yang hamba cintai semata-mata untuk mendapatkan jalan-Mu yang lurus. Dan begitu juga sebaliknya, dia pun mencintai hamba untuk mendapatkan Agama-Mu yang suci! Dan bukan karena harta, tahta, tampang, dunia, status, atau nafsu belaka. Tetapi semata-mata untuk mencapai dan mendapatkan Berkah dan Redho-Mu yang hakiki dan abadi! Amin.

By,
Insani Djohar (ID)
April 6, 2011.


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