THE BEAUTY OF THE DAWN SHIFT

INTRODUCTION

“The Beauty of the Dawn Shift” is a short story by Rose Tremain, an English author. Rose Tremain was born in August 2, 1943 in London. She was educated at the Sorbonne and is a graduate of the University of East Anglia, where she taught creative writing from 1988-95. She married John Tremain in 1971, and they have a daughter. Their marriages only five years last. She has lived with the biographer Richard Holmes for the best part of two decades.
She likes making story focused on home matters. But homes must always be built, and then re-built. Characters seldom belong securely and contentedly to the place, the family, or the identity that they inherit. Through fiercely imagined journeys, performances and metamorphoses, they have to make themselves up - and to make themselves at home. They cross continents, cultures, classes, even the boundaries of gender, and transsexual stuff. Rose Tremain’s stories are also like fairy tale. There is such thing like meaningless death. Characters live (and die) in places they don't belong, on impossible journeys towards happiness or God.
This kind of theme also happens in “The Beauty of the Dawn Shift” that Hector wants to have a journey to find his past in Russia, his dream to meet happiness in the dreamland because of sick over people and environment around him. Hector is a twenty-eight man, who wants to make a journey from East Berlin, across Poland, to the Russia. It’s like the other literary works of her; she usually makes a story with a theme of impossible journeys toward happiness or God, so do “The Beauty of the Dawn Shift”.
In this case to analyze “The Beauty of The Dawn Shift”, the researcher has decided to use psychological approach. It is because there are many interesting things and symbolism can be analyzed using this approach. Psychological approach based on Freud’s theories is emphasized upon the unconscious aspects of the human psyche. There are three psychic zones. They are the ID, the Ego, and Super Ego.

ANALYSIS

A. THE PSYCHOLOGICAL APPROACH
According to Sigmund Freud, psychological approach is emphasized upon the unconscious aspects of the human psyche. Freud believes that most of human’s actions are motivated by psychic forces over which we have very limited control. He also demonstrated that, like the iceberg, the human mind is structured that its great weight and density lies beneath the surface (or the level of consciousness). Freud’s first major premise is that most of the individual’s mental processes are unconscious. The second is that all human behavior is motivated ultimately by sexuality. He designates the prime psychic force as libido, or sexual energy.
Based on Freud’s premises, he decides these mental processes in to three psychic zones. They are the ID, the Ego, and Super Ego.
Look at this following picture:
Id
Sigmund Freud Ego
Super Ego
Id is the source of all aggressions and desires; is governed by the pleasure principle. Id is entirely unconscious. It is the reservoir of libido, the primary source of all psychic energy. It is also lawless, asocial, and amoral. Its function is to gratify our instincts for pleasure without regard for social conventions, legal ethics, or moral restraint. Or we can say in the other word that Id would make us as animals.
Ego is something what we ordinarily think as conscious mind. This ego prevent the Id’s dangerous potentialities, there is a psychic agencies function to protect the individual and society. This is the rational governing agent of the psyche. Whereas the Id is governed solely by the pleasure principle, the ego is governed by the reality principle. Ego keeps us healthy human beings by maintaining a balance between two opposing forces both animal side and angel side. In brief, the Ego serves as the intermediary between the world within and the world without.
Super Ego is the moral censoring agency, the repository of conscience and pride. The Super Ego serves to repress or inhibit the drives of the Id, to block off and thrust back into the unconscious those impulses toward pleasure that society regards as unacceptable. It is dominated by the morality principle. The Super Ego would have us behave as angels.

B. THE AUTHOR
Background Life
Rose Tremain’s literary works are dominated with theme of impossible journey, family, divorces, loss, longing, etc. such as in “The beauty of the Dawn Shift” which told about a guard on the east side of Berlin Wall finding the familiarity of the old regime threatened by the looming threat of capitalism when Germany reunites. He cycles across a wintery Poland hoping to find his past in Russia.
She seems like writing concerned on home matters. Probably it is because her short marriages, only five years, that has influenced her literary works. She believes that home has to always be built and re-built. Characters seldom belong securely and contentedly to the place, the family, or the identity that they inherit. Through fiercely imagined journeys, performances and metamorphoses, they have to make themselves up and to make themselves at home. They cross continents, cultures, classes, even the boundaries of gender and the transsexual matters.
Tremain also takes some true stories to be written and spins it into a tale filled with whimsy and irony, such as on her story “Wallis Simpson”.

C. CHARACTERS
The theme of journey to find happiness or dream is the central of Rose Tremain’s “The Beauty of the Dawn Shift”, the tale of a guard of East Berlin, Hector, who leaves his home, his sister Ute, and his father Erich, to across Poland, and makes a journey to Russia after the Wall had started to come down. He plans to cycles to the Russia during a day. We can say that the event of the terrifying day until the dawn is a classic “traumatic experience”. He finds much kind of things during his journey and many events happen. The climax is reached when he is locked in the car. And in the end he dies, lying there.
Like most of Rose Tremain’s tales that is built around cultures, classes, even the boundaries of gender, transsexual stuff, and even across continent, “The Beauty of the Dawn Shift” is also built by them. They also reflect the Id, Ego, and Super Ego.
To see what this journey means in psychological terms, we need to examine the setting, the time and place. Hector moves from a nice home, East Berlin, German to the Russia went through Poland by cycle. The home in the East Berlin is a comfortable place: He looked at the room he was in, the room where the family ate and played cards and watched TV, and wondered if, when he arrived at his destination, he would think about this room and feel homesick for the black plastic chairs and the painted sideboard and the wall-mounted electric fire (405). It is a certain place. He has sister and father. He decides to do his journey in the morning: It was the morning of 9 December 1989, one month exactly after the Wall had started to come down (404); Neighbors passed him and said, “Good morning, Hector,” and still he contemplated the metal post boxes, imagining news of his future life arriving one day inside him (405). Then he goes to the cemetery where his mother was buried. And from that place he continues his journey across Poland. This is it, the terrors and many kind uncertain things happen. On one level, then, the home/apartment (East Berlin, German) may be equated with consciousness; the journey with the uncertain condition may be the unconscious.
The home or apartment in East Berlin, German, as a place of social and moral order (and inhibition) is analogous to Freud’s Super Ego, conscience and the morally inhibiting agent of the psyche. The journey across Poland, as a place of wild, untamed passions, terrors, and uncertain, has the attributes of the Freudian Id. And Hector himself resembles the poor Ego, which tries to affect a healthy balance and is broken because it is unable to do so.
• Hector S
Based on Freud’s perspective, Hector is playing its role as the implication of the writer’s Id which is dominated by pleasure principle, sexuality (Pedophile): He was twenty eight and he’d slept with only one girl. This one girl was his sister, Ute (403); He packed no books, only a small photograph album, filled with pictures of Ute, including one her naked, developed privately by a colleague…(404); In her life, Elvira had relished confidences, licking her sensual lips… ‘Oh so delicious, Hecti! Tell me more!’ (406) , and also dream to find freedom and peace: He really didn’t want these familiar small sufferings – feeling cold inside, being ignored by people in public – to go on for the rest of his life (408). A man should out from the comfortable place because sooner or later, all men must confront reality (the impossible journey). Like what Hector does, he tries to confront the world: He was a man who had always known what was important in life and what was not. It is also determined as the Ego which keeps balancing with the Id: He knew that memory was as uncertain in its behavior as the sea; it could wash you ashore on any old forgotten beach; it could try to drown you in remorse. He himself resembles the Ego.

Terror/horror:
Hector is under the so called terror circumstance which is showed in the following paragraph or phrases from the story as follow:
His future was going wrong. Every thought that came to him, instead of being clear and precise, was clouded and difficult. (415)

Passion to survive:
When he locked in the car:
After an hour had passed, he tried to move himself towards the edge of the car, so that he could bang on the doors with his feet, but he found that his body was unwilling to move. (418)
‘Train driver!’ he said. ‘Help me!’ it was a whisper, not a shout. (418)

Liberation: struggling to do the best on the last time of his life and he free himself to be died.
It is difficult to say how long Hector S struggled to locate this perfect yellow fruit, but into his search for it he put every last ounce of his strength. (419)
From this sentence, we know that Hector has known his end of his journey, so he puts a big effort to locate the precious lemon which brings memory of the morning when he departure.

• Erich, Ute
Hector’s father, Erich and his sister, Ute are the reflection of Super Ego who like angels side wants to against Hector’s journey. It is shown on: ‘Hecti,’ she said, ‘don’t leave us behind!’ (403); Hector’s father, Erich, on the other hand, didn’t try to persuade his son to take him with him; neither did he try to persuade him not to leave.
‘So,’ said Erich ‘what are you going to become?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Hector. ‘Don’t ask me yet.’
‘All right,’ said Erich, ‘but remember, when you walk away from one place, you are inevitably walking towards another.’
‘I know that,’ said Hector. ‘That’s why I’m going east.’ (404)

• General Lassalle (super Ego): Train driver and his wife, Katarzyna
They save Hector, although the destiny says on the other way. They present the Super Ego.

D. PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUE
• Morality
- Hector: every human need to struggle finds and gets what they want like a dream, the freedom and peace. Sometimes we as human should do an impossible journey to turn something impossible to be possible. Like hector has done, he does the journey and struggles to find his purpose even though he doesn’t know what will happen next in his life. And he ends it with death bringing his idealism: patriotic.

E. INTERCONECTION
• In this story, Rose Tremain portrays a tale which is thoroughly psychological. She creates the main character, Hector who does a journey to reach his aim. Like many of her stories, Rose Tremain believes through fiercely imagined journeys, performances and metamorphoses, people have to make themselves up - and to make themselves at home.

Negara Bobrok

Malam ini, 26 Desember 2010, Indonesia kalah dari Malaysia(2-0) di pertandingan final AFF yang kebetulan bertuan rumah Malaysia. Pertandingan yang sudah dinantikan oleh kedua belah pihak ini menimbulkan kekecewaan besar di antara para pendukung Tim Nasional Indonesia, Tim Garuda. Kenapa? Pasalnya, mereka merasa dicurangi oleh kelakuan suporter tim Malaysia. Saya sebagai pendukung tim merah putih pun merasakan kekesalan tersebut.

Apa yang suporter Malaysia perbuat?
Mereka: menggunakan laser berwarna hijau yang dengan sengaja diarahkan ke muka-muka pemain timnas Indonesia, dengan tujuan merusak konsentrasi. Hebatnya, dengan ciri khas Bangsa Indonesia yang suka panik, timnas kita terkecoh.
Mereka: berani menyalakan petasan dan bahkan melemparnya ke tengah lapangan. Negara macam apa ini? Bukan, tepatnya orang-orang macam apa mereka? Bodoh, dan berpikiran sempit. Mereka tidak pernah berpikir dan merasa malu melakukan perbuatan yang mencoreng nama baik nasional mereka. Kasihan, timnas Malaysia, usaha keras mereka telah tercoreng. Cihh.

Akhirnya pada menit-menit awal babak kedua Indonesia protes dengan laser-laser yang terus menyerang mereka. Dan pada saat itu pula lah petasan menyala di tengah lapangan, sungguh hal memalukan di kancah internasional. Saya saja yang sebagai warga negara Indonesia malu melihatnya. Ckck. Saya berdoa semoga nanti kalo di Indonesia tidak akan ada yang melempar tabung elpiji hijau 3 kg. Hahahaha.

Singkat cerita, Indonesia akhirnya kebobolan 3-0. Pemain Indonesia nampak kewalahan, panik, dan tidak konsen. Seandainya saya sebagai pendukung Malaysia - yang menggunakan teknik-teknik pecundang itu - saya tidak akan bangga dengan kemenangan 3-0 ini. Why? U know.

NAMA GUE PERGI DULU YA…

Cowo itu tampannya engga ketulungan. O my God!

Mataku yang bundar masih jelalatan mengamatinya. Dia duduk seorang diri di sudut ruangan. Cowo dengan setelan seperti itulah tipeku. Rambut ikal acak, wajah unik, kulit kecokelatan, dan tampan! Hah, ini namanya takdir yang harus diraih atau kesempatan yang harus dilewatkan. Otaku menimbang-nimbang untuk menghampirinya atau meninggalkannya begitu saja.

Sebelum otaku mampu memutuskan, kakiku sudah melangkah terlebih dulu.

“Hai, gue Dea. Nama elo siapa?” hah, apaan nih yang aku lakukan? Menyodorkan tangan untuk dijabat? Keterlaluan kamu, Dea!

“Gue?” tanya cowo itu sambil menuding dirinya sendiri. Matanya mengerjap seakan tak percaya.

“Iya, elo.” Sahutku mantap. Hilang semua rasa grogiku. Buset, memang tampannya!

“Gue?” cowo itu bertanya lagi sembari berdiri dari duduknya, “Gue? nama gue… pergi dulu ya…” dan cowo itu ngeluyur pergi begitu saja. Hah, apaan nih?

Belum sempat rasa terkejutku hilang, mulutku melongo menatap cowo itu yang berlalu dengan seorang cowo tampan lainnya. Mereka berpelukan mesra. O My Ghost! Beribu-ribu kesialan, umpatku.

(156 words/18:51/150410)

BIAR GUE MATI JUGA!

Eliza menjatuhkan tubuh mungilnya di sofa depan televisi. Ia meraih remote kecil berwarna putih, mengarahkannya pada AC yang bertengger di dinding belakangnya. Bip, dan AC menyala. Kepalanya pusing, bukan hanya karena cuaca yang semakin panas, tapi kepalanya memang sudah lama terpanggang hingga terasa pusing.

“Tulililiiit…” dengan malas ia merogoh-rogoh tas tangannya.

“Halo,” serunya pada ponsel hitam yang telah usang, “Nella?”

“Hai, Za.” Jawab suara dari seberang sana, “mau curhat.”

“Oh, oke.” Sahut Eliza sambil menyalakan televisi.

“Gue putus.” Terdengar suara putus asa dari ponsel Eliza.

“Kenapa?” tanya Eliza tercekat.

“Ode selingkuh.” Eliza semakin tercekat.

“Bagaimana elo tahu, Nel?” suaranya terdengar bergetar.

“Gue tahu aja. Dan elo tahu engga, gue hamil. Anak Ode.” Mata Eliza membundar dengan mulut menganga. Tangannya bergetar hebat.

“Nel, elo lagi engga becanda kan?” keringat dingin mulai membanjiri pelipisnya.

“Engga, za,” jawab Nella cepat, “dan gue mau mengakhiri ini semua.” Dengan tangan yang masih bergetar, Eliza mengganti saluran televisi. Sebuah berita. Heboh. Seorang perempuan muda melakukan percobaan bunuh diri dari atap gedung berlantai tiga belas. Itu tagline nya.

“Nel, maksud elo? Jangan main-main Nella.” Seru Eliza, kebingungan.

“Gue udah engga ada gunanya hidup. Bye, Liza.” Terdengar bunyi tuuut dari seberang sana, berbarengan dengan jeritan heboh dari siaran berita di dalam televisi.

Eliza tercengang. Ponsel di tangannya terjatuh. Duduknya merosot. Keringat dingin membanjir di seluruh tubuh. Airmata menetes di sudut matanya.

Perempuan muda yang jatuh dari gedung itu, Nella, sahabatnya yang baru saja meneleponnya. Kepala Eliza serasa semakin pusing.

“Eliza!” terdengar seseorang memasuki ruangan itu, “Sayang…, apa? Hei, ada apa?” seorang lelaki menghampirinya.

“Nella…,” dengan setengah mendekap mulutnya, Eliza mencoba menerangkan, kata-katanya terbata-bata, “Ode.., gue salah…. Salah. Kita berdua udah salah….” Eliza tak hentinya mengerjapkan mata, menahan tangis, tapi kepalanya semakin pusing, biar gue mati juga! (292 words. 14/04/2010)

Loving You

Part 1. BANG!

Today is my important day. I will get the exam. I wake up, almost jump to the stairs. Umma is cooking in the kitchen, I can smell the coffee. Appa may be still sleep, he was late coming home last night. And I'm not sure 'bout my sister. And my big bro? ahh, probably he is jogging right now. And my twins? ah, forget him. He could stay out all night, like a cat. Jeongmal~

8.00 a.m.
Huh? I'll be late. I take a bath as soon as possible. I can hear my brother, Jae Wook oppa comes back from jogging. He talks to my mom, and I love his voice. Hahaha. I remember when I was class five, I ask him to go on a date. He was too cool at that time, and still the same now.

"Sang Sun ahh~~ have you done? oppa wants to get shower too." Oppa knocks the door, make me jump for a while.
"Ne, oppa. Wait." I wear my clothes immediately, and open the door, grin to the most handsome oppa ever, "you can use it my groom."
"Hahaha, gomawo, my bride." he used to kiss my cheek, and well he does it! I can smile widely everyday because my handsome groom oppa, hahaha.
"Jae Wook, andwe~ what are you doing to your sista?" suddenly umma comes, "You shouldn't kiss her like that. You two look like a couple. Aigooo~"
"Umma, don't think like that. We always do such thing since childhood. Don't be ridiculous." and I always happy listen it from him every morning. Kekekek. I do love my own brother.
"Araseo, palli~~ shower. You, Sang Sun, call your twins brother, Yong Hwa. He might be drunk last night. Aish, that child never change." Umma back to the kitchen.

Aigooo~ my twin, the Jung twins, we are. Jashikk, it's annyoing, see my twin bro lays on the floor with his unconscious condition. His hobby is drinking til drunk. His ability is messing around. The only thing he can do very well is playing guitar and singing. That's it. No more.
I poke his cheek. "Hmmmm..." I poke his cheek again. "Hmmm... nande?" And you should know, he will speak in Japan when he is really drunk. He is the drunker master. Jashikk~
"Whatever, I don't care with you, another Jung." I left him, still lays on the floor. Jinjja~~

"Where is your twin bro?" appa sits in front of television, watching the morning news.
"Sleep. Drunk." I answer it while drinking my juice.
"Again?" appa look not interested. "Let him sleep then."
"Ne, appa." I eat my french toast, "ah, oppa, can you lend me your fortunate pencil?" I ask Jae Wook oppa. I want to use his fortunate pencil to do my exam.
"Ne~ igo..." he lends me the pencil, choa. Oppa, nae ga saranghae yo!

At school. 09.00 a.m.
I am waiting for my fellows. Aigoo~ they should come earlier for the exam day. Ahh, I know they must be busy dating. Cihh, jeongmal~ I can't stand it anymore.
"Sunnie ahh~" Bee appears in the top of the alley. I'll wave my hands when I see him, Jinki, his boyfriend. Omo~ they are together, make me going mad.
"Ahh, Bee. Annyeong, Jinki!" I bow but almost invisible. "Where are the other?" I ask her.
"They probably arrive soon." says Bee, coupled with Jinki. Hash, jeongmal~
"Let's walk first." I walk in the front of them. I hate being alone. I don't have a boyfriend. Aigoo~
"Sunnie ahh~ watch out..." I can hear Bee warned me.
"Bang!" I hit something, or someone?
"Hyaaaa.... where is your eyes?" A man voice.
"Mianhamnida. Mian." I bow, bow, and bow. I'm afraid to look to the boy.
"Hyaaaa, Jung Sang Sun?" He knows me?
"Ne~ nugu...," I look straight on his face, "seyo?" It seems I know him, but I can't recognize him.
"Don't you remember me?" he asks.
"Hmm... chingu?" I ask.
"Ne, hya, Sunnie ahh~ Doo Joon. Yoon Doo Joon. Remember?"
"Doo Joon?" It seems this name is familiar, "Doo Joonie? The narrow minded? Hyaa??" I hug him.
*background* Bee and Jinki are open-mouthed. *CUT*

Cast.
Jung Sang Sun as himself
Jung Yong Hwa as himself, the Jung twin
Kim Jae Wook as Jung Jae Wook, the big bro
Bee as herself, Sang Sun's friend
Jinki as himself, Bee's boyfriend
Umma-Appa as themselves
Yoon Doo Joon as himself, Sang Sun's friend

Note: this story is fiction.

Taman Cinta

Kuliah itu membosankan. Bukunya tidak menarik. Dosennya pun tidak keren.


Namun, di luar itu semua banyak hal yang lebih menarik. Misalnya, tentang kami. Sekawanan anak manusia yang masih terbius jalanan kehidupan yang belum mampu melihat muaranya. Aku, cewe yang naif, penuh kepalsuan, dan pretender. Dia, cewe yang satunya lagi, dewasa, mengerti, dan tegar. Mereka, dua orang cowo. Si penyiar yang teguh, mencari, dan cerdas. Si anggota paduan suara, rapuh, halus, tetapi penuh drama.



Kami biasa berkumpul di sebuah taman yang diabaikan di kampus kami. Sebut saja, taman cinta. Kami, dua orang cewe dan seorang cowo lagi -si anggota paduan suara- adalah mahasiswa Sastra Inggris. Sedangkan, cowo satunya, si penyiar adalah mahasiswa Sastra China. Tempat favorit kami adalah di bangku bundar pojokan taman sebelah kanan, di bawah pepohonan rindang, pandangan kami bisa menyapu jalanan, dan ekor bulevard kampus.



Ketika kuliah usai, kaki kami melangkah ke sana, menghabiskan waktu di sana. Makan, mengobrol, bercanda, dan bertukar pikiran. Bahkan mengolok-olok. Banyak yang kami obrolkan. Persahabatan, keyakinan, kepercayaan, prinsip, dan bahkan hal-hal tentang takhayul.



Kadang-kadang kami berkata dengan bahasa campur aduk. Ada yang pake china, korea, inggris, indonesia, dan bahkan jepang. Haha. Aku merasa utuh ketika bersama mereka, meski kadang aku seperti terasing di antara obrolan-obrolan mereka.



Kami membaca buku yang sama bergilir. Kami saling membagi info. Kami saling bertukar lagu favorit.



Memang yang menarik dari kuliah adalah kami dan taman cinta!

Just Tell You Mine!

Hi all,


Emm.. Help me yeeee, I want to improve my writing skill by write it in English. I get some trouble with my writing skill. It's seemed too difficult so that I try hard to learn it later on. Emm, well, as an English Literature student I have a great responsibility to know well about English. My friends and I have been studying Introduction to English Literature, Linguistic, Fonologi, and many more bloody lessons that looked so hard to learn. We study about ancient period of English Literature, and I don't know well about it. Hah, I'm going to be mad guys!


Ok, on this occasion, I want to tell you about something unique in one of my lessons. We call this lesson, Linguistic. I had gotten a task from my lecturer that there are some matter and we should solve it. The unique one is "I eat ago, new go to school.", what happen with this condition? In Linguistic, we call it Interference. A person studying English but his own local area language still influence him. The other examples are "My body is not delicious", "Let's talking-talking", and "Good-good only".


Damn, I'm interested on it. It's so unique. But the most interesting purpose go to campus is meeting many handsome guys! Hahahaha. Bitchy-bitchy only! Oh My Dog! ^^