Pablo Neruda, in a nutshell, is an unreasonable proposition: the kernel bursts the shell.
Nevertheless, one can do something to describe this kernel. What Neruda has achieved in his writing is community with existence. This sounds simple, and is perhaps our most difficult problem. He himself, in one of his New Elemental Odes, has defined it [...]
My friend Nimesh suggested to post this Wisława Szymborska’s Poem as a rejoinder to post “On Angels” by Czeslaw Milosz.
It seemed most of the readers did not inferred the poets’ metaphor appropriately. Please also read Michele’s reveling comment-
“Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.”
We knew the world backwards [...]
Architecture & Design & Globalisation Entropy | 22 Mar 2009
Worldchanging.com is enlightening website to explore.. We all need to be aware and contribute our bit for the cause of our own future and planet ..
Our things define us.
What we buy, what we use, what we keep and throw away, what we waste, and what we save: the stuff that surrounds us and flows through [...]
Poetry & Sprituality Entropy | 17 Mar 2009
This post is a continuation of the theme.. Pl also refer to Theodicy
Czeslaw Milosz takes a different stance to angels in this poem, rather than having one named being represent an angel, Milosz generalizes the idea and creates a being that he describes as an angel without ever identifying it with that word. From the [...]
Economic Behaviour & News & Thought Provoking Entropy | 13 Mar 2009
This is an eloquent, incisive & relevant article by NYT columist Judith Warner.
In essence in this media driven superficial society, devoid of contemplation or reflection, we have lost our values & bearings..
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
-T.S. Eliot
Better and Brighter
Over the course of the past week or so, while I was interviewing [...]
This poem by Maya Angelou delves deep into the soul of restlessness.
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
Maya Angelou