Entropy…

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

Archive for March, 2009

Poetry Entropy | 31 Mar 2009

Stones from the sky

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 [...]

Poetry Entropy | 24 Mar 2009

We knew the World Backwards and Forwards

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 [...]

Architecture & Design &Globalisation Entropy | 22 Mar 2009

Wordchanging

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 [...]

Poetry &Sprituality Entropy | 17 Mar 2009

On Angels

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 [...]

Economic Behaviour &News Entropy | 13 Mar 2009

Better and Brighter

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 [...]

Poetry Entropy | 11 Mar 2009

Insomniac

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

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