Showing posts with label festivals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label festivals. Show all posts

Friday, October 30, 2015

Laksmi Pamuntjak on Indonesia after the Frankfurt bookfair

In the British newspaper guardian (Oct 27/2015) the Indonesian novelist Laksmi Pamuntjak published a remarkable essay which seems to be important for understanding the strange performance of the country as guest of honor at the Frankfurt bookfair this year:

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"Even by the standards of post-totalitarian nations’ lingering paranoia the last month in
Indonesia has seen a disheartening return to Suharto-era tropes of repression and neurosis

A week ago I received a message from Janet DeNeefe, director of the Ubud Writers and
Readers Festival.

“I just wanted to let you know that the UWRF is being censored this year, and we have been
told to remove all programs to do with ‘1965’,” she wrote. “Or else next year they will
not give us a permit to hold the festival.”

I felt a chill when I read these lines, and a faint sense of absurdity that accompanied
the sting. For one, I was on my European book tour, having done almost nothing else in the
past one and a half month but speak to German and Dutch audiences about my novel, an epic
love story set against the backdrop of the Indonesian anti-communist purges of 1965.

In Düsseldorf or Erfurt, Amsterdam or the Hague, I encountered nothing but genuine empathy
and solidarity for Indonesians’ collective struggle to come to terms with our violent past
as well as to render tangible justice for an untold many. It was particularly so in
Germany, with its experience of national trauma.

This brings us to the irony of current domestic politics. For have Indonesians not, in the
past 17 years since the fall of the Suharto regime, enjoyed a measure of hard-earned
freedom from fear, censorship, and from restrictions to creativity?

Have we not witnessed the unprecedented burgeoning of new expression, in forms and
language so alien to the 32-year pit out of which it was born? Have we not experienced, in
the Ubud Writers and Readers Festival, a literary forum which for 12 years has been able
to keep the “1965” discourse alive without any state intervention?

Have we not pledged ourselves to the quest for alternative histories, for new ways of
seeing and thinking about the world? Have we not seen the infrastructure of freedom so
long devalued – bookstores, publishing houses, the press – finally standing up for
themselves and giving people their voices back?

Have we not heard of private screenings – known by the abbreviation nobar (nonton bareng;
watching together) – of Joshua Oppenheimer’s film The Act of Killing? Screenings that keep
popping up despite crackdowns by the authorities, suggesting that Indonesians know what
they want and are resourceful enough to get it?

Up until a month ago, we still tended to look on the 17 years of political and cultural
renaissance as a triumph of the collective memory. Or, rather, the failure of Fascism’s
central conceit: that domination does not breed resistance to itself.

If the calamity of authoritarianism gave Indonesian democracy its cause, this past month
threatens to show that the rifts Suharto tore in our body politic may never be mended.
That censorship should coincide with the 50th anniversary of the genocide might be the key
to understanding why that is.

However, if in the past month I was tentative in my public discussion of the festival
censorship – stopping short, in other words, of saying that there is a rise of
neo-anti-communism in Indonesia – it has become harder to do so now. Similar incidents
that occurred within a few days of each other smack of a disheartening return to old
tropes of official neurosis: taken together, they suggest an eerie revival of the Suharto era.

Take the case of Tom Iljas, a 77-year-old former political exile in Sweden. He was
arbitrarily arrested and deported earlier this month for visiting a mass grave of 1965
victims in West Sumatra, in search of the final resting place of his father.

The irony of having been barred from coming home 50 years ago, only to be banished once
more in so-called peaceful times, tests the limits of humiliation. In a statement, Iljas
and his supporters said: “[J]ust to look at the mass graves of family members we still get
terror and intimidation ... We recognise that what is happening is the result of efforts
for reconciliation and the fulfilment of the rights of victims.”

Even by the standards of post-totalitarian nations, with their lingering paranoia and
tendency to be consecrated to the memory of official ideology and legitimacy of power,
this incident was quite stunning in its audacity. It was utterly lacking in substance –
legal, moral or otherwise.

The other case, no less Suhartoesque, concerns the confiscation and burning of the Satya
Wacana University student magazine Lentera. The students produced a special 10 October
edition, which explored the 1965 purges in Salatiga. Reportedly, the mayor, police and
military complained after the magazine was distributed. The student editors were
interrogated on 18 October, and the whole 500-copy print run was torched. Editor Bima
Satria Putra told Tempo magazine that the university – incidentally no stranger to
reformist activism and progressive thought – was also reprimanded by the police.

“Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings,” Heinrich Heine
famously said, and yet, in present day Indonesia, there is something almost caricatural to
this offence.

For one, it brings us right back to the second half of the 80s and the first half of the
90s, when you couldn’t count the number of student arrests for producing and distributing
“subversive” material. The normalisation of campus life (Normalisasi Kehidupan Kampus)
decree of April 1978 and coordinating body for student affairs (Badan Koordinasi Kampus)
formed the NKK/BKK policy that forced Indonesia’s system of higher education to its knees.
That acronym became shorthand for the death of universities and the death of thinking in
Suharto’s Indonesia.

The other inglorious incident that occurred within the past month happens to concern
myself, although I would not lose sleep over it. The morning I arrived in Frankfurt, some
10 hours before the opening of the 67th Frankfurt Book Fair in which Indonesia was the
guest of honour, the press officer of our National Committee informed me that some Muslim
groups had been demonstrating against me and a fellow author in front of one of the
ministries in Jakarta.

When I asked whatever for, he replied: “For being at the forefront of the national
committee’s alleged active promotion of Communism at the fair.” My first instinct at the
time was perversely self-congratulatory in nature. Not for being demonstrated against,
but, rather, for encountering some kind of confirmation of a deeply-held personal theory:
that in the past 17 years, the great dichotomy that used to characterise the Suharto
dictatorship – the state, versus civil society – has been replaced by the increasing
aggression of hard-line Muslim groups seeking to force their values on the vast diversity
that is Indonesia. Yet I came to this conclusion before the news of the repatriation of
Tom Ilyas and the barbaric act committed against the student body of the Satya Wacana
University had reached my ears.

Indeed, there appeared a darker, older supervising power that has kept this process under
surveillance all along, and the realisation that this was the case hit me quite hard. For
the truth of the matter is that political Islam in Indonesia rarely ever acts alone in its
quest for hegemony. Its alliance with the military has seen its members, particularly from
the Nahdlatul Ulama, committing many of the killings between 1965 and 1968.

Stoked by frequent evocations of the Madiun Affair of 1948, in which Communist rebels
murdered some Muslim leaders before they were defeated, many Muslims were sold on the idea
that they were victims of Communist aggression. For many youths, executing Communists was
a religious duty.

This symbiotic relationship was demonstrated again less than a month ago at the 50th
anniversary commemoration of the murder of six army generals and one lieutenant – part of
an attempted coup that was attributed by Suharto to the Indonesian Communist party. At the
start of the event, both the Jakarta chief of police and the head of the menacing hardline
Muslim group Islamic Defenders Front grandly denounced Communism in one of the starkest
public shows of their partnership to date.

I should have realised it then, as I should have heeded an earlier portent: the moment the
chief of South Jakarta police turned up with a militant Islamic group at an art centre
three years ago, to crack down on a public lecture by the reformist Muslim intellectual
Irshad Manji.

However, to say Communism is an empty threat, given Suharto made sure that nothing was
left of Communism in Indonesia, is of course to miss the point. Anti-Communist propaganda
has worked before as a legitimising basis of power and control, and a variation on it will
work again given how deeply conditioned a large majority of Indonesians still are by the
old regime’s official history.

What we are witnessing is not the rise of neo-anti-communism per se, even if it seems that
way on the surface; instead, anti-communism is merely a pretext for state terrorism and
heightened control in the larger, and a more concerning scheme of a re-militarisation of
government.

To many seasoned analysts of Indonesian politics, this volte-face might come as no
surprise. Yet the hard-earnedness of reformasi – the period of democratic transition that
followed Suharto’s reign – may have imprinted a certain intractability upon those who had
fought for it, if not a downright refusal to accept the possibility of a regression of any
kind.

Still. There is no denying the telltale signs. The return to anti-communist rhetoric as a
pretext for state intimidation. The return to the culture of fear when there is nothing to
fear of except for the healthy probings of historical inquiry that are essential to a
nation’s healing.

President Joko Widodo has not helped matters much through his refusal to apologise to
victims of the anti-Communist slaughter. His last message on the issue – that an apology
is impossible when both sides claim to be victims – may give us no relief. However,
despite civil society’s best efforts, it may be the clearest picture yet of where we are
in our struggle against forgetting. This does not mean we should lose hope. We may be on
the brink of sliding back into the dark ages, but we have always known how to fight back.
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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Poetry on stairs

During the Brasilian FLUPP literature festival some young people of the favela Prazeres in St. Teresa/Rio de Janeiro wrote poems on their public staircases - amongst them also my poem "festival of seconds (sekundenfest)". Thank you guys for this amazing idea! Look ...


My recommendation: Visit fascinating Rio de Janeiro and look for this!

Monday, November 12, 2012

What was up at the FLUPP in Rio?

From 7 to 11 November 2012 Rio de Janeiro's first literature festival in a favela (in Prazares at St. Teresa) took place: FLUPP! It was really an EXTRAORDINARY FESTIVAL because the audience and the concept was quite different from anything else in the world. I took part there in the program of "poets between bombs and spys" to talk about my experiences in the East German oppositional movement of 1989 in Leipzig (which lead to the fall of the wall in Berlin). THIS is what I answered to the question of the very engaged favela TV during the festival ... 



There is a detailed German blog written by me and illustrated with many photos about every day of the festival (see links - german blog).  The teeangers of the favela neighbourhood Prazares painted a quote from the lyrics of my song "sekundenfest" (from the novel "Rabet") an the stairs of their way to the top of the hill in Rio - St Teresa... (Brasilian-Portuguese version by Carlos Abbenseth; to read from the bottom stair to the top.) Muito obrigado, thank you Flavio, Charles & the others!! And congratulations to Toni Marques and his engaged team for this unique successful event.
 
FLUPP has now been nominated for the Make a Difference Award, which is an annual award given by O Globo newspaper. 

O Globo is part of Organizações Globo, the largest news and entertainment media group in Brazil and one of the largests in the world.

Some Brasilian press articles in Portuguese language concering this:

O segundo dia da FLUPP - Globo (Rio de Janeiro),  10. November 2012

FLUPP no Morro dos Prazares - machete online, 9. November 2012
 

Arte entre bombas opressao e espioes - FLUPP Blog, 9. November 2012

Novas vozes da periferia - Globo
(Rio de Janeiro),  3. November 2012

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Buranovo!! (... Udmurtia?)

In the year of 2005, I elaborately wrote (in the book "My Song - Texts about the Soundtrack of Life") about the fateful meaning of the worldwide summer hit of 1977: Hotel California... In 2008 I was guest at a writer's congress in Yoshkar Ola, the capital of the Autonom Russian Republic of Mari El - a region near the river Wolga, where an enchanting finno-ugric tribe dwells, about whom not even my friends in only 800 km distant Moscow had ever heared. There I also got to know something about the Udmurts, another finno-urgic tribe in the range of the Wolga region with an astonishing culture as well - and I even met a young fascinating Udmurt poetemme (see below). That is why I am emotionally involved in many respects and recommend: the Voices of the grandmothers of Buranovo!

The young Udmurt poet Mush Nadii (2008). 
An Edition of her poems in Urdmurt, Estonian, Russian and English 
was published 2006 with the titel "barefoot" by KIRJASTUSKESKUS (Tallinn). 
(I own the book!)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Norwich Showcase – March 9 to 13 2012


The welcoming by our hosts, the British Council and the Norwich Writers Center, was well organized. Immediately after arriving at the campus of the University of East Anglia (15 min outside Norwich) spring started: The loans got fresh and green, daffodils began to blossom, birds choirs intonated their newest compositions and lots of happy rabbits fearlessly jumped over the campus hills… no joke.
  All guests were accommodated at the nice Broadview lodge having a really broad view on the gentle landscape around the campus. In the evening, after poetry readings by local poets at the modern wooden side hall of the Norwich cathedral, we had our getting-to-know-dinner at the same location. I was shocked to meet so many crazy literature activists like me: festival makers and project managers, most of them authors or publishers themselves, from all over the world. In our discussions I learned that we really share the same obsessions, problems and hopes, no matter if we come from Brasil, Bangladesh, Canada, the Caribbean, Japan, Malaysia, India, Uganda, Egypt, Israel etc. (Its always too less money, too much pressure from political and commercial sides and too much burocracy…)
 The schedule was fully packed: 4 days we listened to the presentations of our colleagues and to several readings and discussions presenting newest British literature nearly all around the clock: New poetry and fiction, translations and new forms of presenting literature were discussed. It was always a lot of information and a flood of impressions but never boring. Sometimes the fast-talking enthusiasm of the British made it hard for a non-native speaker to follow all those ambitious and very engaged contributions. I was looking for interesting new writers as well as for new forms of presenting literature - and I found it. For the novelists Anjali Joseph and Yvette Edwards, for instance, we might soon find German publishers. And I hope I will be able to invite poets like Emily Berry or Kei Miller soon to Berlin. Maybe a Translation Slam or a Literary Death Match really keeps what its title promises and we can do it in Berlin too? (By the way, many events were live-streamed or are podcasted on the British Councils webside see above.)
  The contacts with my colleagues will surely lead to new cooperation. Good food, good talks and the sophisticated and charming moderation of Chris Gribble from the NWC and his colleagues made this meeting work in a nearly perfect way. Getting in direct contact with colleagues from all over the British Council’s universe is definitely helpful and extraordinarily pleasuring for me. Thanks Rachel Stevens for your always kind assistance. Dear Susie Nicklin, your table-talk-theory that English novels are internationally so much more successful than German novels because they are so much better is worth a further discussion. Thank you, British Council! But unfortunately the program was so interesting and packed that we missed most of the extremly beautiful spring presentation that you prepared for us outside...