Entropy…

Both what you run from and what you yearn for are within you

Archive for November, 2008

News Entropy | 29 Nov 2008

Mumbai under Siege

As such, feeling devastated with the recent events in Mumbai.  I wonder how one can cope.  I am sick, depressed, numb, immensely at a loss, sad, angry & overwhelmed. Is our world and life so fragile and uncertain ?  Unable to find any solace, sent a text message to my  learned friend Max Babi, to [...]

Literature & Poetry Entropy | 23 Nov 2008

The Joy of Writing

I’ve once again returned to Szymborska’s Poem. This is one of her signature poems where she playfully investigates the nature of the poetic imagination. It muses about the relationship between words & things, and illuminates the character of poetic making..
As such this my fifth post on her work..

Why does this written doe bound through these [...]

Thought Provoking Entropy | 13 Nov 2008

Zen and the Art of New York Times Headline Writing

This is an eloquent piece, published in Slate.com, on my daily addiction– The New York Times..
There’s nothing to it, except when there is.

A question for New York Times headline writers: Are you not yourselves? You’re no doubt a witty bunch, and yet house style requires you to resist any temptation toward flavorsome puns or tabloidy [...]

Life & News & Thought Provoking Entropy | 05 Nov 2008

Poetic justice

“You campaign in poetry, but you govern in prose.”
Mario Cuomo, the Democratic governor of New York from 1983 to 1995
The First responsibility of a leader is to define reality. The last is to say thank you. In between two , the leader becomes servant and a debtor.
Leader do not inflict pain; they bear pain..
-Max [...]

Life & Music Entropy | 01 Nov 2008

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries

This popular Song of the time 1931 Great Depression, is relevant in present economic meltdown to remember, sing & enjoy. The lyrics are by Lew Brown, music by Ray Henderson.
“Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries,”

People are queer, they’re always crowing, scrambling and rushing about;
Why don’t they stop someday, address themselves this way?
Why are we [...]