Nama saya Bayu Ardhyanto
Saya adalah seorang pria tanpa kemampuan khusus
Saya adalah ‘pengikut’ seperti halnya manusia mengikuti sebuah agama atau kepercayaan atau keyakinan
Saya tidak peduli padahal saya peduli
Saya memainkan musik tetapi malah dipermainkan kembali
Saya sendiri ingin bercampur dengan kotoran
Saya sedang kotor, saya ingin sendiri
Saya melihat patung saya mematung
Saya adalah binatang.
karya lu vulgar, sarkasm, sadis, estetik
tetap berkarya teman..
hereby i, Pandji Alfi, pronounce myself a devotee to your works, o Maestro Bayu. for on these pages i see gleaming before me the outputs of a first-class poet, the sagely words of an inborn, sublateral thinker, engendered by Adam’s primordial rage and Anguish’s feckless longing to arbitrate – and, failing to arbitrate, exacerbate – life’s duality of gesture through uninhabited use of language. many artists have strove all their life to reach your talent of expression, digression, self-dissection, in which many wisdom and liberation is to be found. constantly peering behind the veneer of psychology, your “vulgar, sarcastic, sadistic, esthetic” flights of vision strive to plough right into the threshold that looms between Man and Culture and relocate us back into our proper context – as beast, shit, prophet, joker, whore.