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Poetry Thursday (My week 19.0)

Chant L’Amour (Eng: Sing about love)

by Joseph Reginald Topize aka KAYA

Mo rapel kan mo ti zenfant
Mo enseignant ti fini so letemp
Pou fer mwa komprend tousa ki emba loa

Mo ti vive dans siperstition
Etourer ek tou sa ki fer moi peur
Pou mo liberter zotte ki ti decider

La mo ena ene chance fine ouvert ek ene lalimiere
Mo koumense geutter ki frekentation ki mo ena
Mo ena ene chance fine ouvert ek so lintelligence
Mo lavie pieger telment li precier
La mo ena ene chance fine ouvert ek ene lalimiere
La mo pou dire zotte ki mo resenti

Bizin kozer laveriter zenesse
Nou fami ki ti la pa ti lai tender
Kommien fine mort ti p bizin lasagesse

Tou letemp ine regete sa ki bon
Tou nou lavie ti fini dan lahaine
Mo p chante lamour pou nou gagne liberter


Photo courtesy: Jahmusik.net


English translation

I remember when I was a child
My teacher took a lot of time
To teach me things that didn’t make sense.

I lived in superstition
Entagled in everything I’m afraid of
It was them which dictated my freedom.

Now I have an opportunity and a light
I start to care about the influences around me
I have an opportunity and intelligence
My life is in a fix because it so precious
Now I have an opportunity and a light
Now I will tell you how I feel.

Tell the truth, youngsters
The families which were there refused to listen
The many who died need intelligence.

We always rejected what was good
All of our lives ended in hatred
I am singing about love so that we earn our freedom.

Note:

  • KAYA is a Mauritian and is considered as the father of Seggae, a type of music close to Sega, in the country.  He wrote in Creole, the people’s language.  KAYA always sang from his heart and his songs are marvellous.  His voice is exceptionally full of emotions.  He died in February 1999 in a police cell and all facts point towards police brutality.

    RIP.

  • I did the translation and it’s not as excellent as the original Creole version.  If you understand Creole and you think you can better translate some verses, please let me know.
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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Top 20 passwords (and guess who’s in!)

Pardon me, but what the hell is Liverpool doing in this list?

[From Wired magazine]

The top 20 passwords are (in order):

1. password1
2. abc123
3. myspace1
4. password
5. blink182
6. qwerty1
7. fuckyou
8. 123abc
9. baseball1
10. football1
11. 123456
12. soccer
13. monkey1
14. liverpool1
15. princess1
16. jordan23
17. slipknot1
18. superman1
19. iloveyou1
20. monkey

How good are the passwords people are choosing to protect their computers and online accounts?

It’s a hard question to answer because data is scarce. But recently, a colleague sent me some spoils from a MySpace phishing attack: 34,000 actual user names and passwords.


Photo courtesy: Scary IDEAS

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Poetry Thursday (My week 18.0)

King of Nature

by Khalil A. Cassimally

The butterflies fly for him
The flame tree protects him
The lake caresses him
King of nature, they all implore you.

Thunder delivers your message
Lightning holds you
Rain washes their sins
King of nature, they are at your command.

Control and be controlled
Animals and plants speak to thee
Your kingdom smiles at you
Only humans are too naive

Note:

  • Doesn’t seem like a complete poem, does it? I suppose, it isn’t one actually.  I’m thinking of the’sequel!’
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 17.0)

The first poem I remember reading/hearing/reacting to was …

this Tagore poem.  It’s still one of my favourites.

I was forced to memorize a Keat’s poem (forgot the name!) in school and …

…I didn’t understand a single thing about it.  I was only 12 mind you.

I read poetry because …

…It’s the simplest way of expressing oneself – however complex it may sometimes seem to be.

A poem I’m likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem is …

…Indeed, the Tagore poem.

I would ask for still more
If I had the sky with all its stars,
And the world with its endless riches;

But I would be content
With the smallest corner of this earth,
If only she were mine.

–Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems and Plays, Lover’s Gift (V)

I write write poetry, but …

…I
admit that not all of them are good ones, in the sense that I was not
able to express my feelings properly.  I couldn’t translate my emotions
into words.

My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature …

…Because a really good piece of poetry inspires me.

I find poetry …

…One of purest forms of literature.

The last time I heard poetry …

…I don’t think I gave it any second thoughts because I can’t remember when was the last time I heard poetry!

I think poetry is like …

…Feelings and emotions in words.  Just magic.

Note:

  • Different concept today at Poetry Thursday.  It’s a meme.
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.


Illusions

Want to know which picture has made it to my desktop wallpaper? Here you go:

Are the snakes rotating or not? Obviously they are not.  But your mind thinks they do and right now I have a sort of animation on my desktop!

There are many many more illusions which you may find interesting over here.  I particularly like this one too:

Cognitive science remains one of the field we are poorest in.  It’s only now that scientists are starting to probe in the secrets that it holds and the more we decode, the more we find how utterly complex the mind is.

For this one here, the grey line is indeed horizontal although your mind thinks that it’s slightly tilted.  You can read why and how your mind has been fouled here.
What makes this phenomenon really interesting is when rectangles are combined in creative ways. In the cafe wall illusion, for example, the placement of the blocks next to a line makes the same line appear “darker” or “lighter” depending on what it’s next to

P.S.  Click on the pictures to get the full-sized versions.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 16.5)

Chasing Cars

We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
But they’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Snow Patrol

Note:

  • There doesn’t appear to be any Poetry Thursday today so I’m just posting this.  Snow Patrol is a very good band and this song, I really like!
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 16.0)

My mind wanders

by Khalil A. Cassimally

My mind wanders
In a strange strange world
Full of sorrow and despair
Where butterflies are moths
And the soil is mud, mud.

It’s not that it got lost on the way
It’s more that it’s lost in this whole world
Yeah, my mind used to visit
Lovely places
Where it was friends with laughter and joy, joy.

Maybe we’re still in this world
Maybe the laughter turned into sorrow
And the joy into despair.

Maybe we’re still in this world
Maybe the laughter turned into sorrow
And the joy into despair
Into despair.

Note:

  • Is this a demo, I wonder.
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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4. 6 month sabbatical.

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