Poetry &Sprituality Entropy | 01 Jul 2010
Poetry can’t be done as an act of will. You can’t say, I will now write a poem.- Poetry always begins and ends with listening, – W. S. Merwin W. S. Merwin acknowledges that his relatively reclusive life on a former pineapple plantation built atop a dormant volcano in Maui, Hawaii, will be disturbed by [...]
Poetry &Sprituality Entropy | 04 Aug 2009
Sojourns in the Parallel World We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free from apprehension–though affected, certainly, by our actions. A world parallel to our own though overlapping. We call it “Nature”; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to [...]
Poetry &Sprituality Entropy | 27 Apr 2009
Wislawa Szymborska‘s poetry speaks about enduring and irreversible coordinates of human fate— love, striving, fear of pain, hope, the fleeting nature of things… Sky.. We should have started from this: the sky. A window without a sill, frame, or pane. An opening and with nothing more, beyond it. I don’t have to wait for a [...]
Poetry &Sprituality Entropy | 02 Apr 2009
Carl Sandburg 1878 – 1967 worked from the time he was a young boy. He quit school following his graduation from eighth grade in 1891 and spent a decade working a variety of jobs. He delivered milk, harvested ice, laid bricks, threshed wheat in Kansas, and shined shoes in Galesburg’s Union Hotel before traveling as [...]
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 [...]
Poetry &Sprituality Entropy | 03 Mar 2009
Wish to share wonderful & spiritual poem by Walt Whitman- Quintessential American poet who sang of individual freedom, democracy & brotherhood of man.. Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of [...]