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The Turks haven't learned the British way of denying past atrocities

Turkish Government seems to be quite ridiculous in its handling of its past atrocity. They are prosecuting a world famous writer for telling the truth. Orhan Pamuk is on trial. This fearless writer talked about past Turkish government's direct involvement in "the Armenian genocide in the first world war and the killing of the Kurds in the past decade."

How dare he "denigrate Turkishness"? The Turkish "democratic" government wanted Mr. Pamuk to remaim quiet regarding its painful past. However, the "ridiculous" Turkish government's inept handling of this increasingly murky situation of their atrocious past is being more fomented by their sheer stupidity, for their arranging this trial against free speech. They should have taken heed from the British or the American Government. Perhaps the Chinese, Russian, Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, Israel, myriads of European and Middle-East nations along with other boastful governments around the …

Aspartame and Runaway Mockeries

A colleague of my will be flying back to Prince Edward Island tomorrow. His father-in-law just passed away early this morning. A forty six year old man, six feet three inches tall, apparently healthy, and just got remarried and had a new born baby. Only three months ago cancerous tumors were found in his kidney. And in the last ninety days, tumors had spread to his entire stomach, lungs and other parts of his body. Strong morphine drips struggled to keep unbearable pain at bay. Gathering family surrounded him. They laughed amidst pain. Even the dying man himself wanted to taste his favorite drink, beer, so the wife bought a six pack for him. The man drank half a can and said, "Uh....I love this taste"! When her husband died later that day, she gave away the remaining five cans of beer to his friends and family, and asked them to celebrate the deceased's life rather than pouring tears in grief.

My father died of cancer too. His was in his gall-bladder that had spread to h…

Harold Pinter's Nobel Lecture -- Art, Truth and Politics

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Our muffed ego, inflated arrogance spiced by willful ignorance. Can they be shattered? Can the subdued conscience be invigorated once more from the last throe of dignity that left for the humanity? Our oblivious bias, shutting the eyes and ears from seeing and hearing "blood in the streets", shrieks from an orphan or bombed apart child, widow, men, women; can eyes be plied open, and dirts in ears be cleared away?

Read Pablo Neruda's following lines from a poem:
And you will ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land.
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
in the streets!

Harold Pinter's health will not allow him to attend Nobel prize ceremony in Stockholm this year, but his pen did not stay silent. At this advanced age of his life while achieving the most coveted literary award from our contemporary world, he has nothing to lose. His following Nobel lectur…

Feast - a Poem

Feast

By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)
November 12, 2005


Sea of glowing beads
round and plump
rising over twilight plateau
where growling bear
twitches its sunken eyes and hairy paws
seeing a skirring pheasant
trailing a fleeing rabbit

Such the nature of violence
in dead leaves of ancient trees
where battles raging on
between opposing groups of ants and fleas

In the troposphere
the rumbling wind
hot and cold in grumbling confusion
flipping up, twisting down
debris, molecules enlivened
tearing apart superheated turbulence
pockets of air bursting out
in frenzied gist

Down there where bear roams
and lion brawls with shrieking hyenas
pitch dark crows circle above
a big feast

France - Explosion in the Suburbs

France - Explosion in the Suburbs Cars are burning in Paris, suburbs and many other places in France are in chaos. Riots raging, the boiling point of anger have reached for many disheartened youths, mostly the second generation young immigrants from France's colonial past, who had had enough of their being discriminated, subjected to bold faced lies, distortions and many other shrewed political maneuvering made to keep them under perpetual poverty and distress, couldn't take insults any longer. Burning cars, destructions of properties, harming innocent people can no way to be supported, however steadfast and fare their urging may seem, but the inept French politicians like Sarkozy whose naked desires to capture the political right by using derogatory terms describing the French immigrant societies is one of the factors out of many for that the current situation has reached so much in its violent zenith.

A prominent anti-racist French activist describes it quite succinctl…

Conveyor Belt -- a Poem

Conveyor Belt

By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)
October 30, 2005

Is there nothing
to write about
to muse
at the expense
of voluble time?

What is it to write?
Has the world sucked in
all the remaining desire
for a story to be renewed?
Or foretold in vigorous charm?

All one can see
is oceanic depression
in mid level ridge
as the sea spreading
and washed out sediments
gorged inside earth
like a large conveyor belt
carrying all the filths,
impurities, human destructions
into the warmth of deepening earth

See these gift baskets, immaculate
ribbons from haven, merrily glistening
And look at these crispy notes
dollars, yens, euros, takas, rupees,
silver coins, loonies, toonies,
discolored paishas, chiming dimes
smart cards, credit cards
roars of laughter, moans of agonies
overspilled hatred corner to corner
hand in hand with Halloween costumes
Goblins and make believe ghosts
nudging the would be assassins,
the human bombs, mechanized torpedoes
blowing up everything you love, live for

Brewed gourmet …

Mud -- a Poem

Mud

By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)
Summer 2005


Mix of Sun and cloud
today's weather
So defiant, so proud
thunder chatter

You walk under hot sun
cloudless sky raging blue
not a bird in sight
boorish road splashing hue

Here, the world is quiet
a lazy day of summer
wind blows now and then
one or two Ford or Hummer
rushes by green traffic light
and empty parking lot
while homeless and hermits
gawk at colorful plot

Thank God or Devil we are not there
where flesh ripped off bones
innocence vaporized in fiery flare
and dreads for more blood hones
under yearning retribution
eye for an eye, blood for blood
no end in sight for this illusion
world is covered with irresolute mud!


Sound of Suave Lore -- a Poem

Sound of Suave Lore

By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)
October 27, 2005


Rush, rush, rush the way
and bring me slush of clay
Silly rhyme, meaningless rhythm
on a day of rain and chasm

Suave gentlemen walking by
hand in hand with gorgeous sly
lady and children carrying bags
clapping, laughing amidst bickering nags

You stand there like an wavering tree
staring at the empty lobby
spotless floor, uniformed bellmen
chattering away a day of brewed zen

Sound of guitar, piano muffled
washing lonesome spirit and baffled
heart in a sweeping flush
as if clay of slush
or slush of clay
rush the way
to a rhythmic lore

Don't you dare to snore
on an empty floor!


Europeans declare bird flu 'a global threat'

I don't have to be a scaremonger, the progression of bird flu from Asian nations to Europe and its eventual future migration to every corner of our world is beginning to rattle nerve of many, including mine. No real antidote, anti-virus medicine exists, only "Tamiflu" that according to World Health Organization "could minimize the potency of the illness but was not an effective vaccine against it" Europe started to move in stockpiling Tamiflu, but what about the poor Asian nations? What is the plan in saving millions and millions of citizens of Asian, African and South American nations? Is there really a viable plan to combat a potentially man annihilating virus in place? Would we be caught, again, in our pants down to our ankle, bare naked, like the Katrina romped Louisiana's backyard, front yard, or the devastating earthquake leveling Balakot in Pakistan, destroying all those poorly made homes, buildings that were no match for a 7.6 earthquake? Or would …

Harold Pinter Wins Nobel Prize in Literature

I have not read any of Harold Pinter's writings, and heard his name just for the first time early this morning when the Nobel prize committee announced his name as this year's award winner in literature. A few strokes on my keyboard brought me the following acceptance speech by this British author, it was given at Wilfred Owen Award ceremony earlier this year. Read this speech and you will see how courageous this writer is whose honesty reveals itself in every paragraph. If you are like me so much in dark in world literature, perhaps it is a good time picking up one or two of Harold Pinter's published books.

Regards,
Sohel


Wilfred Owen Award Speech - 18 th March 2005
This is a true honour. Wilfred Owen was a great poet. He articulated the tragedy, the horror and indeed the pity – of war – in a way no other poet has. Yet we have learnt nothing. Nearly 100 years after his death the world has become more savage, more brutal, more pitiless.

But the “free world” we are told…

Angela Merkel: Politician Who Can Show a Flash of Steel

Ms. Merkel's assend to the top in German political scene is quite interesting.
As a student of physics she must have keen eyes and ears for natural laws of our world, and perhaps could bring Germany a long sought equilibriam between two bitterly divided factions, the right and left into a common ground. Is it too much to ask for? Her pro-war stance certainly is disturbing, but perhaps that can prove to be usual misstep of many politicians in their journey toward maturity.

Regards,
Sohel


Angela Merkel: Politician Who Can Show a Flash of Steel By MARK LANDLER FRANKFURT, Oct. 10 - On Nov. 9, 1989, the day the Berlin Wall fell, Angela Merkel made her weekly visit to a sauna. Hours later, she caught up with thousands of East Germans, who were streaming jubilantly into the West. It was not the last time her rendezvous with German history was delayed.On Monday, three weeks after a deadlocked election that she had once been expected to win handily, Mrs. Merkel finally emerged as the design…

The Timeless Truth .........

Authoritarian way of silencing opposing views cannot be part of modernity, it is like the old days of powerful creationists thumping their voluminous religious texts decidedly, squishing lights out of any vigorous debate requested by the then tormented Darwinists. It seems, at least on the surface, that today's "Intelligent Design" proponents are quite different from their scraggy fundamentalist predecessors, they make "use of generally accepted scientific data and agrees that falsification, not revelation, is the acid test of scientific validity."

"Today, Darwinian fundamentalists fight to keep the evidence of intelligent design in the diversity of life on earth out of the classroom, because that would be at odds with a strictly materialist view of the world. Eighty years ago, the thought controllers wanted no Darwin; today's thought controllers want only Darwin. In both cases, the dominant attitude is authoritarian and closed-minded -- the opposite of…