Portable Poetry Portal

Seed: The Future of Science...Is Art?

2008-01-16T22:02:00.000-06:00

Seed: The Future of Science...Is Art?

To answer our most fundamental questions, science needs to find a place for the arts.

Quantum Poet Theory Revisted

2007-11-25T14:59:00.001-06:00

It is larger in real life click it up to scale.

CURIOSITY doesn’t just kill cats anymore
Physicists and their toys
These boys with outsized intellects
And the girls who love them
Went on a dark energy trip
Decided 2 + 2 is now less than more
Than they had bargained 4
Which is why everyone claims
Schrodinger is now a metaphor
Even poets consider a mere cliche

quantum Zeno effect

IToE (Impressionist Theory of Everything) - The role of paradox

2007-11-18T09:32:00.000-06:00

IToE (Impressionist Theory of Everything) - The role of paradox

Hellow! I am back...to explore the basics (-_^)

Excerpt:

The term "Impressionist" is adopted from the well-know style of art called "Impressionism" (see The Impressionists - Biography on A&E). In their period, the Impressionist artists, began new exploration of the relationship and balance between form and content. They shifted this balance away from the direct representation of content, in order to study the richness of colour and shape for its own sake. While recognizing the role of content, at the deepest of levels, without the pure rules of placement and colour, there can be no beauty. The creation of beauty, depends on this dualism of complementary factors.
The Impressionist Theory of Everything focuses on the natural place of such dualisms in the Universe.

Termespheres- Art that captures the up, down and all around visual world from one revolving point in space

2007-09-25T10:24:00.000-05:00

Termespheres- Art that captures the up, down and all around visual world from one revolving point in space

Too long in the Sun

2007-08-12T09:35:00.000-05:00

Meteor-cosmology

Perseid
dry light showers
makes no clouds perfect form.
Even cumulus beholders
agree.

Playing with the guys from the Cloud Appreciation Society (I am a member)and there great cloud pictures and philosophy:

At The Cloud Appreciation Society we love clouds, we’re not ashamed to say it and we’ve had enough of people moaning about them.Read our manifesto and see how we are fighting the banality of ‘blue-sky thinking’

4444444444s of July ulie uli

2007-07-03T18:51:00.000-05:00

A message of hope for 070407 (more)

Out of bounds on theTesseract

2007-06-28T20:59:00.000-05:00

Imagine how VisPo would look from a space dimension beyond time.

My conjecture is that finding an answer should involve a search:

Begin!
Begin!
Begin!

Word Art

2007-06-16T11:30:00.000-05:00

words art

Ex Post Facto

2007-06-10T16:42:00.000-05:00

This just a sampling of an interactive poetry site that lets the reader click up their own views.

Go here for the audio and poem text.

More examples of this art form at Cornfedtrouble

Creative Writing People retell the story

2007-05-27T09:15:00.000-05:00

Dis-en-tangle-ment

“a word riot at the corner of i & j ”
when the grammar cops arrived
all they found was a math convention
a unit vector n pointing up from the corner of i & j
like an upward screwed right hand thumb
the figurative language authorities were not amused
they suspected a misspelling or worse, an acronym
wry, rye, maybe why not or could it be knot
had they been sucked into a quantitative plot
a wry knot engineered to make them look foolish
they vowed not to let the meaning escape them

no English major would italicize without reason
or could it be simply a poor choice of font
were the I, J and K just to delineate points
connecting the dots was essential
when they triangulated the evidence
they made an obtuse interpretation
the logic of poetry revealed an identity—
the vector cross product direction and magnitude
of the symbolic language they were investigating
proved the anagram trio was algebraic —
they had saved a victim from a math pathology

"You can learn about language just by playing with symbolic relationships."

Overheard between language classes

2007-05-22T11:04:00.000-05:00

Mis-pro-nounce-ment

“a word riot at the corner of i & j ”
when the grammar cops arrived
all they found was a math convention
a unit vector n pointing up from the corner of i & j
like an upward screwed right hand thumb
the grammar cops were not amused
they suspected a misspelling or worse, an acronym
wry, rye, maybe why not, or could it be knot
had they been sucked into a quantitative plot
a wry knot depiction engineered to make them look foolish
they vowed not to let the meaning escape them

no English major would italicize without reason
or could it be simply a poor choice of font
were the I, J and K just to delineate points
connecting the dots was essential
when they triangulated the evidence
they made an obtuse interpretation
that missed the direction and magnitude
of the symbolic language they were investigating
the logic of poetry proved an allegorical riot
when the vector was algebraic —
they had been victims of math psychology

If you really want to observe someone that takes the objective to the point of being subjective, get a load of this Good Math, Bad Math. I will guarantee you this guy would never turn the poetic direction on himself. (^_^)

Something to think about from S-Poetry

Essentials

Five great strengths of S are its variety of objects, its vector orientation, the power of subscripting, object-oriented programming and graphics. Each of these is explored before turning to other matters. A powerful and fairly unique part of S that will be addressed in later chapters is the possibility of computing on the language. Essentially everything in S for instance, a call to a function|is an S object. One viewpoint is that S has self-knowledge. This self-awareness makes a lot of things possible in S that are not in other languages.

Of fundamental importance is that S is a language.[my emphasis] This makes S much more useful than if it were merely a \package" for statistics or graphics or mathematics. Imagine if English were not a language, but merely a collection of words that could only be used individually|a package. Then what is expressed in this sentence is far more complex than any meaning that could be expressed with the English package.

Mathematical Reflection

2007-04-29T13:10:00.000-05:00

Prairie Soil Tells the Story

2007-04-05T21:05:00.000-05:00

everything appropriate to its time

Like a summer mirage
January’s frost heaving restoration
is not what it seems,
dew worm castings tell the story.
What was once loess,

now more or less
food for the hermaphrodites
ruling the underworld.
Under neglected cemeteries,
replenished by wasting limestones

a caliche layer grows,
marking rotting parasites
who gave us life,
taught us well,
left for good.

Worms don’t rely on humans,
they reclaim the prairie
claimed for us.
Cold blooded they descend
to rise for service—

reborn stewards
who believe Ecclesiastes.
Whatever comes after, comes.
After plows fail to bring the rain,
frost gives way to dust.

When I think about how this poem came about, I recall how I tried to push the lines into an alternate arrangement, but it would not go. I was quite unaware what was going on although I did see that there were 25 lines. Ah 25 that would be 5x5, but that didn’t seem to make any sense. It was then that I realized that was it, exactly: the order humans had attempted to force on the plains was artificial.

Several weeks later, as I contemplate this poem I still find 25 to be enigmatic. Surely 5 is mystical number and squares (5x5) are like sections on the prairie landscape, but 25? What is that? A quarter, perhaps. Yes that is it, the last line is like death but begs the question of what is next? A quarter only part of a whole. The theme dwells on the soil where the real story is to be found. Are we, the narrators of this story, latter day prairie investigators who are digging through the artifacts like worms? I propose that is left to others to figure out.

You see a poem takes on a life of its own. It wrests free from the poet and uses the poet to convey a message that must be teased from the words and form. Poets often say that they must leave it to others to figure out what it means.

That is pretty incredible and I have great respect for something that is much greater than I. It is tantamount to being part of a secret order. In a secret order no one knows all of the secret, it is held in trust among the group that makes the whole much larger than the parts. The initiation ceremony is a process that one goes through simply by practice. Practice at a higher level, beyond going through the motions while that is certainly part of it, but by study and contemplation, humility and submission to the unknown, openness to the unknown, and I am sure, much more that I have yet to discover.

When I think about this poem, I was called to write it.

The trouble with the March Weather

2007-03-03T13:13:00.000-06:00

click to enlarge pic

Spring Confusion

There is a snow geometry
Men don’t understand.
Preferring to think straight,
They hack it into paths
Cut sharply and quickly.

Snow is a curved beauty
Soft to the point of romantic
Like a forbidden goddess.
Despoiled by their jealousy,
She melts away unnoticed.

It is an unreconciled truth:
They are tempted to roll
Circles of endless sloth
In her unfathomed cold,
But it is beyond reason.

A lethargic trend towards complicity

2007-02-02T16:38:00.000-06:00

What worked well in the past may not play very well for the future
Like a chaos theory of surprise:
"... 'back before Elvis,' when Galileo changed the world.

The Climatologist State

Climate scientists used to be
trend cycle masters
(it’s got nothing to do with wheels)
riding on the petroleum gravy
train filled with bucks perpetuating
how it’s always been
since way back when.
We just figured out how to
write down systematically,
keep track on a daily
log of credulity.
Take my easy life away to
save humanity?
Surely you don’t mean me
I tell you how it used to be.

"It is not what we read, but what we see!"

Inteference patterns for the rest of us

2007-01-15T00:25:00.000-06:00

Billions and Billions . . .

Listening to an East Omahaminian analyst
A genuine 360 raconteur
I learn being a prairie denizen
Is like being Jewish before Superman

Someone who cannot be heard
Unless they leave the barren flatness
Reject solitude for neurotic emptiness
Found only in the movies

(The ones that made lots of money)
Will not go away
Which is to say
Repeated sequel-ly (Drive safe!)

It’s a long road to the impossible
Dark lines are theye(sic.) quantum world stylist
Where light waves make a decision
Hidden in a theory of the improbable

Note on the graphic: Load an application (.exe) into Irfranview --WOLA

Just one of the many delights of this incredible program.

Earliest Sunrise Sheep Count

2006-12-11T14:50:00.000-06:00

ewe know the ceiling

b’fore nautical dawn

my laptop groaned out of hibernation

making mother sounds like a baby

needing to be turned

its bottom was too hot (.)

set on its edge to get some air

eye read uncyclopedia slant lines

through distortion glasses

(2.75 readers can this be?)

worthless coins from my pocket hide their heads (.)

yesterday they were aliens

today we will be free (,)

our tails too cold to travel south

no matter which way is ^ up

3.14159 . . . is not a round number!

count n gone real

2006-11-29T09:12:00.000-06:00

Heisenberg's Talk Show Dream

2006-11-06T18:40:00.000-06:00

Fart Smellers Guide to P()et Counseling



         poem books impersonating radio talk show hosts
                                    who keep monkeys for pets
so they don’t have to walk dogs or hate cats
                                                                                             always



have                                                these

                GAPS                        * * * * * * * *

places where the monkey steals the show
                    or learned the ways of dogs
and                                         smelled the rat,
                    the goddamn cat who wasn’t there

wasted a life for,                                                                                       just to make the point.

Poems have their disabilities,
                     books rarely have hospitals,
                 only infirmaries,
  so inflamed appendices rarely get           treated

and


                            so

there is always this frantic stare hidden
                                  in pages with nothing but

blankness               striking fear in the anal
                           parts the host 
                          (always in a hurry),
          
                did not
                                                                                     could not
eliminate.
                                    Choosing instead to count
                          iambically
                                            divide metrically
and waste paper
                       in lieu of its intended . . .

(it can get messy that way)


                         monkey making tricks,

dogs chomping the good lines
                                 before the goddamn cat

figures out he’s not there and cannot spoil the party

                            but


does it anyway.


                                                                                            Inevitably,
laws will be passed to shred poet dreams
                   because they keep proving with books

that space
                          not words
       is, is, is what 
makes impersonation 
                                         irrelevant.


Web pages are no answer
                                                                                          they
 
                don’t know a format from a space cadet

        confuse error messages for irony
                   simple enough for dogs to understand

and parodied by monkeys when
                             a banana stand is                                               metaphorically

pushed into the margins to make room
                      for, oh probably philosophy,

maybe Greek letters emancipated
                        running from an Euclidean proof
cut transversely from an ‘06
                                     dumbed down   
                isosceles

                        contraction.







                       Oh where will it end?


Monkeys will
                                             be      
                teaching slams


and English teachers writing 
                          Farsi Mandarin clues

                                in tele-prompter verse.

Now to go to the Climate Change Network and watch the video and listen to the music.

Mythology Lithology

2006-10-22T14:41:00.000-05:00

For the Sioux the Black Hills, Paha Sapa, are the center of the world, the place of the gods, where the warriors would go to wait for visions and to speak to the Great Spirit. In 1868, a treaty was signed which granted Paha Sapa to the Indians forever.

Paha Sapa Mountain Epilog

It isn’t about presidents, or the men inside their shells

Creating myth from too few years is mostly

Propaganda & power play stories

Stories carved in stone, Precambrian stone

As if geology is a pretty face with a molten mind to match

Speculation on another’s deepest thoughts— foolhardy

Yet we all try it now and then. For thus,

It is easy to contend the obvious. Bluntly stated

That is how most myths are created

Though many are propagated

Few meet the weathering of retelling

Honor the fathers whose noses face the windy plains

Capture the status uplifted layers so boldly display

And live forever in a saga that explains the day-to-day

Heroine

We praise as mother, who keeps us mortals true for all time

Precious like gold in the fading light sublime

Watching the Weather Channel in Moab

2006-08-25T02:26:00.000-05:00

Path of the Western Whirling Dervish

What is travel without a purpose but wandering?
A wonder few contained conscious souls can tolerate.

Clouds do it without thinking—
As if the business of water is wishing to be seen.

And what god takes charge of aimlessness,
What free world cabinet demi-god

Calls the temperature & pressure jet stream delights:

Free and clear, rain, typhoon, 1000 year flood . . .

That happens all the time in every year?

The clockwork Newton universe ticks out trouble
Confirming quantum uncertainty,

No one can explore
(That other place), where

Formulas written in Oriental calligraphy
Adorn the Interstate highway signs,

Tell the wanderers the way to what might have been
And why they dare not go.

Mo·ab
"An ancient kingdom east of the Dead Sea in present-day southwest Jordan. According to the Bible, its inhabitants were descendants of Lot. Archaeological exploration has traced settlement in the area to at least the 13th century b.c."

I thought this was Utah and sky was partly cloudy.

The Dogson wanders across SE Asia

2006-08-23T11:00:00.000-05:00

From time to time a messager sends me poetry from East Asia. it is like science from parallel universe where soldiers wrestle the ignorance of the ages into dark rooms and give their all to close the door on its future.

"the twilight of rock and roll"

leonard nimoy blew my balls last night,
gass and spencer following.

nabokov, my love
eat my ass! eat my french cuffs.

fluff my poems, call my bluffs,
eat my insides, harp my brain

God, we know, is a dark matter buldge
slipping under the door like an overdue bill.

ZANG!
The crypt of our love shakes, crumbles,

Reinvested energy pours from within.
Boredom, scraped like a pipe, can be used like anger.

II

The noise.
Falling, petals of rebel angst
Howls and gravel-toned chords
Beasts of the beat, stretched goat-hide drum

The depth of their energy pooled in semen-soaked vag.

<_- *(-} "}}}}}}"

21st century Mind Storm

2006-08-12T09:03:00.000-05:00

My Personal Relationship with the Creator

computers model human intelligence
starting out with empty memories
clean open decision paths
no sense of propriety
you know the type
headed for a crash at the Gates
where Bill resides.
What I want to know is:
Does that mean computers were created in the image of God?

They are kind of mysterious and you have to take things on faith
There are those messages out of no where
that come from, “who knows where in god’s name they come from”
sounds too, that humble you in front of friends
and enemies alike
The darn things can doom you with their goddam behavior
Some times it takes a strange ritual
just to continue a productive relationship with them
Which leads me to think they are God and not just an image thereof
Think about it:
The hardware dies but the software lives forever
We are stuck as their slaves
and we would be lost without them.

Humans are slowly discovering that they are omnipotent,
They quote religious texts from memory,
Speaking with synthetic mechanical voices from deep
Swirling semi-germanium craniums,
Propounding new truths from hidden biblical codes,
Deluding dedicated doubters
Driving them to drink
Latte delights in lieu of transubstantiation wine,
Defying logic
Anything to elude the blue screen of the unmentionable
Truth or Dare

God, the all intelligent cosmic designer,
Smaller than my omnipresent Palm Pilot
More powerful than a hurricane super model
Permutating multidimensional M-brane
Matrix theologies
Quoting stolen Quintillian Rhetoric
Like 2nd century gospel writers,
All for a unforgettable legacy and liturgy:
Solid-state silicon sacramental spiritualism
Mere mortal men mistakenly made miraculous.

(Is this) Something to die for

2006-08-11T12:14:00.000-05:00

Requiem for a dead man who does not know he is dead

words on a white house mission

circling like turkey vulture

devil worshipers smelling road kill

for the last words PHD(push here dummy)

Go Figure : Poetry

2006-08-09T21:19:00.000-05:00

This poem is one kind of a spoof on how math fails poetry or is it the other way around? I would say it depends on the point of view when you look at the figures.

Go Figure: 7 ate six

It was bad geometry
The acute symmetry angles
The scalene triangle mentality
Non attractive forces
Projected on my oblate spheroid sexuality
Bisected her spiral
Asymptotic hyperbolic curvature
Our parts were not functionally related

Like hydrophilic tree pairs
We sucked each other’s crystal purity
Tangentially
Touching only at a single point
The low point of relationships
Where our limits went to zero
Our exponents produced one and only one
Identity fixed at the origin
Silent and wordless
Only a number in time

There is a calculus about all of this
Instantaneous derivatives
Rotating centers of gravity
Gyroscopic spinning navigation aides
Integrating Einstein with Bohr
String theory & Big Bangs
Some Xandu where i
Dematerializes a void into a numberless word

Could 2 have passed so quickly?

Which is to say, if you take a good idea and give it a number it loses its identity no matter how well you express it.

Heard on Fresh Air

2006-06-09T15:02:00.000-05:00

Friday, June 09, 2006
How Billy Collins gets it, kinda

Casting for Answers

after reading the Trouble With Poetry

Fish must imbibe in their own piss!

Billy Collins says it has all been said
& said & said about the useless dead,
by all those living who copy instead
of innovating to get some street cred
amongst Aquarians they’ve never read.

Taken from a person with a legacy
who I assume knows better than me,
who’s old enough to ... (more)

Idle Setting Idyll

2006-06-07T11:25:00.000-05:00

Stood Up while Sitting Down

Sitting is more important than smiling

Affirmations of things you did, or

Wished you had, may bring pleasure,

But can you sit with no regrets

Resting from accomplishments,

Anticipating the next,

Setting the load on the other end

Giving the head a gift of upside down-ness?

Sitting is a one way deal

Impossible to bend another way,

Nor is there any doubt when it is done.

It can happen most anywhere,

As smiles abandon forgotten dreams.

... She turned away and sat down on a pile of bricks, only writhing angrily when he pressed her for a word. As they neared the end of her voyage, and her intense protest against desertion remained, as she thought, only half expressed, her sense of injury grew almost unbearable. (Unsocial-Socialist, GBW)

The Genderation of Two & More

2006-06-03T08:28:00.000-05:00

Wake up Honey before Ants Smell the Roses

I am dreaming of hidden variables

Standing behind me unseen

Like ants in your pants that talk to me
Their antennae are telling me about tickling you

It is something that proper aunts don’t talk about
But ants know something we do not
They chose women to do the work as if honey is everything
The drones are a lot like the hidden variables

For the rest of the geometric progression ending with Napoleon's hand,

CLIICK HERE

The Power of Psychedelic Chemistry

2006-05-31T21:04:00.000-05:00

from No Conventional Endeavor

. . .

Are they are doing the best they can?
Awash like a nascent Republican
With limited vocabulary
Weak historical commentary
They need the muddled high clarity of Kubla Khan

from the beginning to the ending

“illumination,” as an uncapitalized offense
Defused by stewing behind a grammatical defense
To save face or less,
Lest the readers digress,
Read and ponder the stuff of grand Coleridge eloquence.

,,,

Out there (the rest of the story)

2006-05-23T09:37:00.000-05:00

Out from here
near the edge of the universe
clear of culture clutter
it's syllables my dear
wandering where
cosmic attractions
search for literal interactions
interpersonal reactions
In a game that no one wins
'cause relationship spins
are the engines
driving the vanishing hori-zine orbit
where poets sit
and write their whit
wheresoever they are
not too far
Out to hear

Blogosphere: Where Horses are Adjectives

2006-05-23T08:05:00.000-05:00

If a poem were a blog it would have to start at the end
If a blog were a poem it would have to end at the start
That is the kind of paradox that puts the horse in a cart
Which is also where all the horse modified parts end up

Find the Down Quark up HERE with "Faith from the Beginning."

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Why Real Bloggers Don’t Write Poetry

2006-05-22T07:59:00.000-05:00

If a poem were a blog it would have to start at the end
If a blog were a poem it would have to end at the start
That is the kind of paradox that puts the horse in a cart
Which is also where all the horse modified parts end up

Find the Up Quark down HERE with "Faith from the Beginning."

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The Elementary Particle Gorilla Detector

2006-05-21T17:54:00.000-05:00

The CERNtain Purpose

Higgs field
Where bosons roam
Saved Feynman’s model. Now
Will particles to fit his rule
Weigh in?

It took a German uncertainty physicist to understand the poetry behind a French TKO (technical knock off)!

Virtual Encounter, part 2

2006-05-19T09:44:00.000-05:00

She did not feel violated
Ideas inside her grew
literally,
renewal
swelled exponentially.
The power of 2
1, 2, 4, 8, . . .
Gut feelings
beyond sensibility
conjured,
Her confidence emerged
upon the page
stunning revelations,
acceptance
fate bestows,
lines of special profligacy
born of indeterminate
creativity.

Punching hot keys
furiously
casting caution to the winds to
tergiversate the muses,
she offered
sacraments of poesy.
Testaments of her self-fertilization
co-damnation
copulation incantations
Judged superior
published widely
as Sappho’s consort
who
knew her only
figuratively.

The first part of the coded pentagram spiral.

Physical Attraction & Interaction

2006-05-19T07:43:00.000-05:00

Fundamental Relationship

His mass was less than she expected

Her tremolando cascade in F-space

Forced quantum choices in a snow storm

ejected anti-neutrino shower. Delirium

confounded string theorists

crossed the event horizon to observe

cosmologists contemplating quarks,

exchanging M-branes for a Polchinski

D-Megaverse hip hop domain.

Pure mistaken fermion attraction

complementarity, love at a distance

Feynman diagrams could not contain.

It was annihilation at first touch

entanglement couldn’t restrain--

A mating only theory can explain.

The Gamers of Quantum Poker

2006-05-12T07:36:00.000-05:00

Current Stuff * * ** *** ***** ******** *************

Bohr sees Einstein

God’s dice
are thrown one way,
but dark comes out of light,
which goes back to square one, no right
choice left.

Heisenberg calls Pauli

You are
not there? I must
leave first then you will come?
If I were you, then we would be
both here.

Assignation by a provocative word

2006-05-09T11:53:00.000-05:00

Virtual Encounter

Like an amateur
website porn queen
she phished the blog
poetry
on a dark stream of lust and desire
got hooked by a verse
she could not ignore,

(read more)

It was all a man with the name of Bohr could do

2006-05-01T15:58:00.000-05:00

Current Stuff * * ** *** ***** ******** *************

Quantum Relationship

His mass was less than she expected
Her tremolando cascade in F-space
Forced quantum choices in a snow storm
ejected anti-neutrino shower. Delirium
confounded string theorists
crossed the event horizon to observe
cosmologists contemplating quarks,
exchanging M-branes for a Polchinski
D-Megaverse hip hop domain.
Pure mistaken fermion attraction
complementarity, love at a distance,
Feynman diagrams could not contain
It was annihilation at first touch
entanglement couldn’t restrain.
A mating, only theory can explain.

I decided it was time to have a current events section. Some will be keepers and others just held for a time then posted or pitched.

LAST MONTH Currents
April 2006 -

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Check out "quantum" content on Poem Hunter

An Illusion of Lfe in Two Dimensions

2006-04-25T10:03:00.000-05:00

Although I am not suggesting quilters invented AL (artificial life) or that AL inspires quilters, some combination of their grid performances can produce art and inspire other artists. Grid performances have rules which govern the actions, but something greater than the sum of the parts is produced in the patterns, whether it is virtual AL or material AL. In any case, you don’t have to be interested in video games to enjoy playing with the versions of John Horton Conway’s Game of Life. I suggest you give it a try before you go to a quilt show, it’ll change the way you see things. Who knows you might take up codmology instead of just fishing for life's persisent questions.

Cosmic Rhythms Quilt Show

Scissors, thread, material woven into a community worship homily,

Regaled like strange attractors in a chaotic universe of craft and color

A sensory overload of line and moving geometric clarity focuses

Life pattern emergence. Hovering in the twisted exhibition space,

Human eyes reduced to observing points float like planetesimals,

Pushed and pulled by subtle forces charged by emotion and memory,

Distances lose meaning, unknown dimensions fondle the consciousness

Like dream interpretations, the hazy messages capture the lucid mind,

And an assembled reality integrates pieced time into quilted harmony.

When I stretched the space it took on a different look. It alters the way you see the meaning of patterns,

Cosmic Rhythms Quilt Show

Scissors, thread, material
Woven into a community
Worship homily,
Regaled
Like strange attractors in a chaotic
Universe of craft and color
A sensory overload of line
And moving geometric clarity
Focuses life pattern emergence.
Hovering in the twisted
Exhibition space,
Human eyes,
Reduced to observing points,
Float like planetesimals
Pushed and pulled by subtle forces
Charged by emotion and memory.
Distances lose meaning,
Unknown dimensions
Fondle the consciousness.
Like dream interpretations,
The hazy messages
Capture the lucid mind,
And an assembled reality
Integrates pieced time
Into quilted harmony.

Which might raise the question, how many ways does 9 go into 25? Mathematical precision does not always give the only integer.

Earth, air, fire. water and the Anthropic Principle

2006-04-22T09:00:00.000-05:00

Common Denominator

Full to the whim with phantasy
Elementary particles live in a vacuum
Defined by eloquent equations

Nothing gets out of a black hole
Except a divergent imagination
Traveling silently in boson darkness

One caught below with 119 zeros
A cosmic constant holds them
Slaves in Higgs field incarceration

Unable to make the quantum jump
They wait for a physicist to see
A collision to make their debut

Poets and Physicist s - The quantum effect

2006-04-09T10:34:00.000-05:00

Cosmic Encryption

The strange quantum uncertainty
here, there, and everywhere,
within, without, nonrandom bits sustain
universal poetic harmony.
The aetheric history matter dark intones

mystically to a poet on a quantum trip
entangled with monkeys
programming an escape from reality.
The centaur got a gyre wiring diagram
Took the labyrinth to MIT

Yeats was rejected by editors
for anticipating Asimov.
Einstein’s letter got lost forever
in an alternate frame of reference.
And, 42 was the answer we seek after all.

“was” that nonlocal past tense rheomode
phenomenon of the explicate order.
Mind - matter measurement scale factors
aside, consciousness, the muse,
the psi of Pythagorean dream, endures.

Esoteric Universe

2006-03-16T07:54:00.000-06:00

Cosmic da Vinci

fruit cakes
go out & play
autopoieisis self
determination cell clone
sim-gene

DeNAe
climate walk talk
going where dynamic
catastrophe makes theory dreams
chaos

black hole
magnetic lines
twisted gases some say
gave language with this to say
Kheper

Whole Mind Sky Imagery - In Praise of Cloudy Days

2006-03-09T09:54:00.000-06:00

In my opinion a cloud cannot be captured in a photograph. It takes the ephemeral qualities of language and the intellectual filters on direct sensory stimuli. It can only be experienced.

Cirrus lee Cloud Shaman Syntactic



           All aboard the cumulonimbus foray
 
                    Not to be mist

                 or taken for granite


     It rocks        to see it       another way


     Words only cloud the eminent



                     Rising adiabatic majesty visual display

Skewed Tee twisting humidic advent


                           Just fool’s nose smells reign


Over the sunshine and understand

                           Sky like prisms rainbows explain


          Away from fallen drops down and


Subtle right curving Coriolis refrain


                   Whither cyclonic contour space command

Perhaps music can portray what I am thinking, just ss the Cloud Harp Project tries to make clound numbers into sound.

But it is more intangible than that, a kind mystical mathematical sense derived from

Cosine Angel

eyes on the plains—
a short dimension z
mostly flat the sky is
as far as eye can see

Hidden hyperdimension
creative code
Mathematicians unfold
with fractal theories

Recursive refrains
Omega (ω) curls
[Dancing girls ?]
Impartial differential
slopes of infinity

Like abstract virginity
Clouds on my x & y
Shadows defying gravity
We all need these ?

It is the dreams Pythagoras smelled in Alexandrian color.

First the proof, now the evidence

2006-02-22T08:22:00.000-06:00

Depleted Radioactive Science Cache

"It's no accident that we are seeing such an extensive
suppression of scientific freedom" - David Baltimore,
the Nobel Prize-winning biologist at 2006 AAAS meeting

Presidential scientific studies grant application guidelines say
Please find the results listed in the RFP
Select the party of your congressional representative today
If it is not the same as the POTUS

Do not apply, unless, you can certify faked results
Objectives are unimportant, but required
Methods must be precisely stated— no ifs ands or abouts
This is pay to play, do it our way, and

Don’t forget the disclaimer which states quite clearly
Undesirable results will be ignored, if we say so
If you publish without our authorization, it will cost you dearly
And your job will be outsourced to a TBA location

My God maker made me what I am, so he’s the man
Unburdened by responsibility I call the crooked shots
It makes no difference if you understand
What I say is law. Whether it makes sense or not is no flaw.

Subcontract all the work through the private sector,
Requisition all the resources from the DOD,
Electric power must come from a fission reactor
Save our oil for bombs, tanks and weapons of elective war.

It’s what the future holds for you, fear and folly,
Busted budgets, broken bodies, and then there’s more—
Millionaires to reward with tax reduction, by golly,
Money is for those who have it, to throw away or invest.

Stock market short selling, when insiders tell us when,
The roof’s about to fall on the retirement funds, the nest
Egg you expected to spend, instead of doing what we intend.
While our home land security agents rifle through

Your private life, abscond with your old age security reserve,
Haul you off to make us safe, in a police state we rule.
The results are predestined, good business is served,
We’re bought and paid for, justified by your science fraud.

Academic opinion is just a theory to question.
Intelligent design is the reason we have not evolved.
Our DNA was created by an alien fixation
Now they surround us and follow the plan of 1984.

All stories we have read, tell of an Orwellian George,
Rising like John Ruskin from the African diamond mines.
Manipulated like automatons from the Oldivi Gorge
We nod our heads and become the results, they sought.

<>--666(((:

The puck stops here

2006-02-13T10:28:00.000-06:00

or when Chemistists give the commentary for an Olympic event, "Hockey as if Physics Mattered" or "Chemical composition matters, what the puck?"

10-ative Phase Changer

Like a skater surfing on ice
Narrow blade of steel
Making its own wave
Flashing triple axle style points
Counted in numbers
Judged too irresolute to distinguish
Tripe point chemistry
Talent scouts wield with perfect grace
An ease that melts the crown
And steals the lessor’s breath away
Perfect 10.00000000
Mandatory figure precision
Olympic hyper atmospheric impressionism
Zambonically correct
A real chemistry pressure deal
Before the hockey game begins

Come back from the Far Side Gary we all miss you!!! In the meantime try this one:

The Chemist Song sung to the tune of the Monty Python "He's a Lumberjack and He's Okay."

Who Cares about Polar Bears

2006-01-28T20:55:00.000-06:00

Reprinted from December 11 Brigid the blog poetry muse

Gravy Train They Call New Orleans

“Brownie, you’re doing a heckova job.”
a quote of a misinformed citizen

Scientists have measured the gulf stream
“30% less heat going north”
It sounds like an Ice Age warning
In amongst global warming talks
My guess: “War is great” propaganda
Black is white confusion
Sent out to confound the critics
“God is good” religious pomposity
Decorating Joshua’s horns
Emperors take personally
When the facts twist in an ocean gyre

But no. It is true, and it is good
The re-frozen north will bring in tourism
Canadians will move to the Gulf Coast
New Orleans welcomes Montrealeans
Real estate booming
Magnolias blooming
Euros-for-oil trades on Craig’s List
Moves Washington DC to Texas
A miraculous mutation
An evolution of Intelligent Design
Foreseen in Revelation
“And every island fled away,
and no mountains were to be found.
... see the smoke of her burning.”

Death and fire to the nonbelievers
First it gets warm then we are saved
Which means that “ice is hot”
Bring it on.
I am so glad I got that straight!

Literally
My Dobson was a bit down,
but now I’m fine:
Soaring like a Jet Stream
God fart gone south
Where winter in not hell
and success is a Bush speaking.

It all seems so simple now
Science is green with envy,
and for once on a blue moon
NASA is making weightless space
a place to be.

Be a star
Rise to Vega’s heights
Where winners believe in magic.
Listen to Nobel Pinter say,
“You don't need to think.
Just lie back on the cushion.”
America knows what is good

What’s good for America is right for you.
False is true. Good for you.
WMDs are real
We have them. We use them.
What’s the big deal.
Our carbon is gold
Stored in Mesopotamia
Where the good god Dollar rules
Our sheikdom fools

Don’t question the truth
It is not scientific to assume
The might of right
Just join the fight
and fight and fight and fight
When polar bears die
They never know why!

Too bad you’re dead,
The official spokesman said.

Inspired by:

The Nobel lecture: Art, truth and politics by Harold Pinter

Iraq war debate enters new phase

A self-described conservative, Bacevich argues that Americans have fallen prey to a "military metaphysic." By that he means all international problems are seen as military problems and the likelihood for finding a solution except through military means is discounted.

Polar bears living on thin ice after record temperatures

John Vidal, environment editor
Friday December 16, 2005

Non Linear Induction-Climate Sensation

2006-01-18T11:57:00.000-06:00

Intelligence Digression


A temperature logarithmic progression
Breaks all the feed back barriers
Disorders the heat carriers
Gives Gaia depression
Leaving the earth with little hope
Civilization has a negative slope 
In a post climate             sion
                        s
                     e
                   r  
                  g
                 e
                r

Read more about James Lovelock's Gaia Hypothesis and his recent articles on global climate change. The clever old goat might be planting a few new daisies before all he can do is push them up.

Irreversible

2006-01-10T19:00:00.000-06:00

the poetry of Clausius who explained before Thomas Wolfe why you can't go home again.

Can’t fight
the second law
entropy > 0
until mean temp everywhere is
lukewarm

heat goes
from hot to cold
One way only always
Time’s passage leaves us disordered
& dead

Spirit in the Sky

2006-01-03T12:24:00.000-06:00

I could not help but be inspired by the contradictions that clouds pose for scientists as the site Cloud Appreciation Society so aptly displays. After leaving 30+ years of a science career behind, I finally understand it takes poetry to explain the affinity of humans for clouds.

How Humans Get to Heaven
 Men make photographs of their shapes
 Make them appear like objects of gravity
 We animals descended from the apes
 Are captives and makers of earth’s depravity 
Writing a formula for a cloud is pointless
When we think we have it right
It vaporizes and mocks our foolishness
Exposed and basking in blue light

Water is such a common thing for thus
It takes a cold day to expose our breath
Show us that clouds are spirits within us
Whose airy domain transcends our death

Something missing -Cold Dark Matters

2005-12-16T09:32:00.000-06:00

I got a kick out of listening to Non-scientists discuss Einstein on BBC Radio 4.

The discussion on Programme 2 Dark Matters

Artist Cornelia Parker explores her ground-breaking (literally) work Cold Dark Matter: An Exploded View which involved getting the army to blow up a garden shed in order to re-create the first moments after the creation of space and time.

was inspiring---

< a cosmic’s constant

Underwear is unnecessary said the impertinent scientist
Hidden pleasure is a my hypothesis
Observations are collected all day in the darkness
of missing unmentionables in a waste elimination zone
The budding scientist kept her secrets hidden
She could not find a place to publish her journal entries
but she discovered while repeating her results
why Einstein had eliminated socks as a variable
as he built his theory of time and space
The truth of her miscalculation was uncovered
by accident when a big boom scared her pants off

The Shape of Poetry

2005-12-01T10:41:00.000-06:00

Search: Mathematican, poet, art ...

White at the end of the Tunnel

hollering, keening snow devil angels
twisted by a winter blizzard gale
{indent} colder than death kept secrets
trapped in white crystal beauty

prairie fervor asserts its majesty
colder than death kept secrets
{indent} trapped in white crystal beauty

frozen whiteout fear eternal
gods of meaningless attraction
{indent} live timeless in perpetual drifts
replicated from North memories
{indent} colder than death kept secrets
trapped in white crystal beauty

The Shape of Poetry

Part II
by
Paul Lake

Thinking through the gaps

2005-11-15T08:48:00.000-06:00

I have taken up another practice during the past few weeks. Listening to online radio . I had tried many times before and had sided with popular opinion that it really required a high speed internet connection. Then I started to explore the idea of simultaneous tracks of spoken word when I realized the gaps were so important to communication. That recognition lead to me to understand that sharing bandwidth caused gaps in transmission that carried its own texture to an audio performance. In fact I am listening to a discussion by Mackey of Tuck and Roll - Show 13 at this moment along with a sythetic voice of the following:

From Hear to Modernity

Conduits of sound
tangled patterns, knotted wires
braided copper cables
Low bandwidth carriers
straining against a wireless revolution
waging air wars
against tested tradition
4 digits + prefix = 7
WHY-O949
Come 11
1-800-why-KNOT
hidden by a magnetic attraction
Maxwell’s right hand rule
Made clear
Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Think you way through the gaps, it is part of the performance that is environment dependent although it may seem random it is connected. Slower is gooder.

Dynamic Poetry – Dynamic Haiku

2005-11-10T08:38:00.000-06:00

Synthetic voice and poetry> American Mavericks Program 11. Well I don't know which one as I have been playing with more than one voice track but Airchinnigh discovered what I did about stops EWE "." & "." EYEthe other day.

Visit Crossings: eJournal of Art and Technology and dicover more poetry and . . . (read as "point", "point").

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rehteg-owT
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Sky blue why

2005-11-01T10:12:00.000-06:00

A Power of Ten

Rayleigh
light scattered blue
exposes molecules
to those clear sensitive folk eyes
below

woleb
seye klof evitisnes raelc esoht ot
selucelom sesopxe
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I laid out the first part of this piece on 26 Oct with the intention of using it to experiment with another T2S software. My intention is to use software that I can pick up for free by scrounging the internet like John Cage used junk for percussion. I found several and chose Speakonia (only a preliterate could have thought of it). Since I ride (sic.) poetry,as I was on my bicycle I began to consider what happens to poems when they are flipped like images. Well you can try reading it without some kind of aid, but I don't even try to sample all the rate and pitches that interactive work with a speech synthesizer that does not think before making a noise can produce.

" >:::(>? "

Testing Limits

2005-10-25T08:38:00.000-05:00

infinite ascent:- a short history of mathematics
Read the book. It's not the answer, but Berlinski is an interesting fellow.

Testing Limits 3/4,3/4, 2/3, 1/2, . . .

DilAted bLind retinas painted Like an infinite serIes
AcCelerAte mountaiN coNic sectiOn images
Of sTrange electron spiral fuzz holographs

Coupled by long copper pipes of emptineSs
Soldered joints too cold to smoke
Catch the streAming space tube vortex of sound
Stretched from reality made invisible
Outside the tunnel of imaginarY communIon

Sliced and rolled to fit geometrIc wizard brainS
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Outside the tunnel of imaginary communion
Sliced and rolled to fit geometric wizard brains
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Dilated blind retinas painted like an infinite series
Sliced and rolled to fit geometric wizard brains
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Coupled by long copper pipes of emptiness
Sliced and rolled to fit geometric wizard brains
EmbalmEd verticAl rotationS simulaTe forever

Riemann to the Rescue

2005-10-17T22:40:00.000-05:00

Eye do not believe in Halloween
It has no coordinates to define its space
Ghosts are but points
They have no pairs
No black and right
No left and white
No rulers or length
Curvature templates or pi
And that is why
Gödel no longer trusted signs
And catholic nuns kicked the habit

Fall n’ Chromatography

2005-10-15T14:46:00.000-05:00

Waiting, watching, testing the validity of gravity

Leaves make a mockery of science

First the biologists are caught with color on their faces

Next the chemist mistakes chlorophyll lost for frost

Finally the astronomer loses sight of the sky

Trying to rake the last one before twilight

Mocks them all with a bare oak bough to the west

Mindless Voices Project (MVP)

2005-09-27T10:41:00.000-05:00

The poems that have appeared on this site and at My Other Voice lately now have an official project name and is likely to receive some attention by the Aimless Marketing Division of Caribou Projects in the near future.

The project has discovered that repetition and mixing of lines is integral to launching these poems onto a paper-scape. The interaction of the MV, i.e. T2V, in the creation of a piece of word art is quite surprising to me. That is the nature of experiment.

For an example of repetetion and mixing visit, McGregor's Garden Plot--MVP_2.03crazy.

EWE "." & "." EYE

2005-09-22T19:52:00.000-05:00

"." is a special reading symbol that is roughly comparable to the Morse code use of stop only it is not read. It is a null set = no sound that the T2S synthesizer knows how to read.

Digging Deep in 2nd Person Word Daddy M( ) ores
:

Eye was rearranging “read liaison”
from your prompt &
got “dear alison I” for ewe

When eye got lost in a Posideon dust cloud
looking for an Alison Kailey
free definition “.”

Ended up on a pregnancy-info.org website
that urged saving the umbilical cord blood

Which prompted me to wonder if
a cute baby name would change
dot org into an orgasm period “.”

O’dammit was the only
country and light rock star wannabee
pick up line
discharged 4X
Raw science fiction
love poems segued in translation
from Prague to a 1000 year time warp
Date with an anonymous
connection from an abandoned
Yahoo Group Word experiment

Setup to prove
that on an LCD laptop monitor
it all depends on the viewing angle “.”

Podcasts: Do it yosellph 1.001

2005-09-22T11:47:00.000-05:00

Announcement: Any of the poems on this page, well any damn thing you want to listen to I suppose, especailly (sic.) those designed for it can be made into a Portable Podcast Program with copy & pasting & creating a pdf file & choosing the "Read Alound" function under "View" (I didn't write the software) & listening to the show & you will hear what freqently cannot be said or read when you see it. Enough.

If you don't have the reader, download from the linked site.

[hint: copy the piece several times because it often takes repetition to get the point and it saves restarting the show.]

Adding search engines to the mix

2005-09-20T12:45:00.000-05:00

I seem to be straying from the intent of this blog and drifting into some kind of improbable cyber-fi extension of human-like behavior displayed by combining search engines and aimless thoughts with text to speech.

[caution: some puctuation added for Adobe special effects, I think]

Glen Shorts Gets Googled

..

Searching for my pseudonym on a free dictionary web site, what did I find?

The Devil Singing Our Song melody pounding from a Glen Schwartz aching

Head on the way for a date with a no definition in Glen St. Mary, Florida.

What a way to end the day, a mere statistic from the US Census Bureau.

Maybe my mother missed my gender and dropped an “n” to make me fit in

I tried that too but it was no better, still no definition or game, just a new gap

A heady one . between the author of A Mathematical Theory of Evidence

Published by Princeton University Press, oh my, and the person who wrote

Lyrics for Home on the Range, would you believe how it almost found me .

In a round about way, but still no women to call my pals or take away doubt

Just Glens and Glenn men blasting Shorts in wikiipeedia cyber-trivia space

Where no buffalo roam, but Disney movies fit in like a good pair of underwear.

Missed Glenn Strange by a couple seats, I guess the Devil was singing his song.

He must have felt at home humming a few bars of the Kansas state song,

As he tended bar on Gunsmoke in the Ponderosa of his western movie fame.

If I had shed my briefs.and gone to Closet.I would be next to Glenn Close

Which would explain my Fatal Attraction for poetry extracted by Google.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I wounder if this thing can be taught to sing?

In Whose Name She Came

2005-09-09T00:41:00.000-05:00

This piece is part of a project using the "Read Aloud" feature of Adobe in an interactive fashion to develop a presention of dynamic visual images made of letter groups that can be seen and read but not said and produces ambiguous sound.



                Mother Nature Testosterone Trip


                  
             torn  ado turning my tourn i quet twist

   tap     ping    cor  eye  owe  less     pressure  entrain

           typhoon   term eh  nay shun     tracking time

  french            90 degree               angel             fame

     went               revived flat          earth invention

    refined         t or t-sur e              mon    e     y     came

res    cue       re   de       fined      ten       shun       wires

ssttaannddiinngg ssppaarrkkiinngg sspprriinnkklliinngg conggaammiinngg

           ssppaarrkkiinngg                 sspprriinnkklliinngg  

                          insane     refrain

Heading to absolute zero

2005-08-29T15:18:00.000-05:00

Solo Square Sankhya


-2, -4, -8, -16, . . .

exponential twos

ones & naughts

left to right

place order misunderstanding

                silicon switches
                   X       O

          . . .  , -256

      colder
faster

Sleeping with Leonardo

2005-08-27T10:17:00.000-05:00

Leonardo On-Line: New Media Poetry, Hypertext, and Experimental Literature Bibliography

This looks hopelessly pedantic to me, but someone out here may want to follow the links just to see what they might have been thinking in the 1990s. The titles are lieterally real sleeperz.z.z.zzz

Understating god's work

2005-08-24T14:10:00.000-05:00

Drink to Anonymity

Like wanted underground railroad riders

Salt anions linger among my Hs and Os

Wooed by catationic calcium additives

Little dense sardonic spheres bent on hardness

Freshly leached dirt denizens dissolved

Dispersed, left for dead in a well hole

Pumped up, squirted, dropped on dry clods

Chemicals headed for barley life alcohol

Adulterated, arrested, refined

A-Life constructed while minds interpolate

The words behind physics

2005-08-14T12:39:00.000-05:00

Physical Consorts

Einstein’s violin
A behind the mind
Acoustic coupler
Searching for clarity
Perfect pitch
Newton inverse square
--- simplicity
Matter abhors
Aristotle deplores
Feynman explores

The day length shortens

2005-07-31T15:52:00.000-05:00

direction matters

sun is East coming up

goes South for lunch

down for dinner

setting on the West side

North, invited or not

calls the place and time

Hyperdimensional Poetry

2005-06-20T20:07:00.000-05:00

My attribution to the Library of Ialexandria for providing the links to the site.

James Clerk Maxwell, in honor of another great mathematician of his time, wrote, in a poem loaded with references to Hyperdimensional Physics and beyond:

“Oh WRETCHED race of men, to space confined!
What honour can ye pay to him, whose mind
To that which lies beyond hath penetrated?
The symbols he hath formed shall sound his praise,
And lead him on through unimagined ways
To conquests new, in worlds not yet created.

First, ye Determinants! In ordered row
And massive column ranged, before him go,
To form a phalanx for his safe protection.
Ye powers of the nth roots of - 1!
Around his head in ceaseless cycles run,
As unembodied spirits of direction.

And you, ye undevelopable scrolls!
Above the host wave your emblazoned rolls,
Ruled for the record of his bright inventions.
Ye cubic surfaces! By threes and nines
Draw round his camp your seven-and-twenty lines-
The seal of Solomon in three dimensions.

March on, symbolic host! With step sublime,
Up to the flaming bounds of Space and Time!
There pause, until by Dickenson depicted,
In two dimensions, we the form may trace
Of him whose soul, too large for vulgar space,
In n dimensions flourished unrestricted.”

-- James Clerk Maxwell To the Committee of the Cayley Portrait Fund -- 1887

Note that the “seven-and-twenty lines”, is a reference to one of his scientific mentors, Arthur Cayley’s hyperdimensional geometry (the “27 lines on the general cubic surface” problem). This is nothing less than the geometrical and mathematical underpinnings of the infamous “circumscribed tetrahedral latitude” of 19.5 degrees, the hyperdimensional quaternion geometry whose physical effects have been rediscovered all across the solar system and beyond!

The 27 shows up in my poetry quite often. See for yourself at the home of the Brigid Muse.

Microcosmic Moment

2005-06-06T08:13:00.000-05:00

Morbidity? What is that?
Molecules? What are they?
Together in one body
We call that life
Searching out new affinity
Moving like the wind
Immortal and unseen:
Time, the space in between.

Constants of Nature

2005-06-04T05:35:00.000-05:00

John Barrow has an article in the June 2005 Scientific American that is an update on his book. The graphics are outstanding. There is also an article in the same issue entitled " The Morning of the Modern Mind" which is right in line with consciouness beyond science fiction I posted a month ago.

About two months ago, I was in the middle of reading John Barrow’s book, Constants of Nature, and had written the following poem about cosmology and how a physicist like Brian Greene and a philosopher like Ken Wilber might take a differing views of a Theory of Everything (TOE):

Man on a Mission
or, . . . it only sounds like Kosmos

John Barrow used Fred Hoyle
as his cosmological foil.

Took the gas from The Black Cloud
and redefined life as less endowed.

Smaller than a quantum blip
for safe passage on Noah’s ship.

Sailing off to live forever
on the Final Anthropic space endeavor.

Not human life as we know it,
but what the cosmos will permit.

It falls just short of a superstring
umM . . . Theory of Everything.

"Indeed, irrespective of the consciousness issue, in my opinion, we are nowhere close to an accurate, purely physical theory of everything. I find it remarkable how many physicists will express the view that, despite some missing details and unifying concepts, we know virtually all we need to know to describe the fully detailed physical behaviour of systems — at least in principle. Yet, there is at least one glaring omission in present physical theory. This is how small-scale quantum processes can add up, for large and complicated systems, to the almost classical behaviour of macroscopic bodies. Indeed, it is not just an omission but an actual fundamental inconsistency, sometimes referred to as the measurement paradox (or Schrödinger's cat). In my view, until this paradox is resolved we must necessarily remain very far from a physical theory of everything — whether or not such a theory exists." Roger Penrose

OEDILF - The Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form

2005-05-30T09:43:00.000-05:00

OEDILF - Topic

There is MTonnes of good stuff(plenty of not-so-good too) here, but this is the place to start from this blog. Avogdro's Number is a good one to start with.

Archiving for US Dummies

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Check out "quantum" content on Poem Hunter

There is all kinds of poems with quantum from Schrodinger's Pussy(get's you attention anyway) to Quantum Relationship which has a quirky way to talk about high energy relationships, hehe, hehe. from Alan Bender

Abstract Assignment

2005-05-24T09:26:00.000-05:00

Simplicity/ Something geometry/ Did for Kandinsky

Nested Noodle Theory

2005-05-19T06:28:00.000-05:00

Cosmology is the study of the VAST hidden in Planck length boxes
A famished and horny graduate student staring into the pasta bowl on the next table
Created the nested noodle theory of the cosmos
As commonly happens before a good theory can be proven
The analogy was consumed by the diner who was closest to the origin of the vision.
The graduate student went back to laboratory and tried to regurgitate what he had seen
Surprise. Surprise. The whole damn thing was in his head, but his gut feelings:
Noodles were hollow wave guides, electromagnetic pathways for the cosmos.

He began to do the numbers, hoping for once he would find a fellow with a desire
Willing to take a chance on something new and rich in metaphor and good for a book
String theory or is that um-M-theory just Dr Greene
Courting the general public with one hell of a pick up line
But never getting laid in a way that brings him closer to the extra dimensional aspects of sex
Maybe he is trying to get on the Daily Show and I don’t mean Terry Gross
Posing his own questions and selling it like Red Bull Malt Liquor
To any damn fool that doesn’t have the money to get a degree but can read and push a broom.

Wave guides that direct light on routes billions of light years long just to get next door
What a waste for a Hubble telescope when a worm hole to the future is only a block away.
Einstein understood warped space meant out not up
It is worse than that out means away from where you are
If wave energy is the only way to receive your messages and gravity is a tube not a tension
Then it is “look where the guide takes you and don’t get off the tram unexpectedly.”
It could lead to a relativity expansion in the vicinity of no place
Which could be confusing if it was not an intersection but an open man hole to the next tube.

Miss Delectable Universe right over in the next building, so close you can smell her
Think of it like this; if the light had to take to walking the halls and stairs to get there
Over to the next building, you idiot, this is an analogy
Pheromones are represented by light in this story and go straight to the observer like fast
Light in the wave guide is only a messenger boy taking one Planck step at a time down the hall
By the time the messenger boy gets you the image she is an old crone but you don’t see it
You see the picture from long ago, well not you but your atoms in a some new eye
On the other hand if you sniffed you yourself would have smelled her in full bloom.

Pheromones through the worm hole to the next tube. Almost like a parallel universe idea
Not so fast buster, you are a wave creature who has only just learned to walk
You don’t even get the crone or get to look at her
You are pleasantly deluded into thinking that what you see is what your gonna get
It’s what wet dreams are made of, but when he woke in the morning he was still caught
In the nested noodle universe, which explains the plight too accurately for comfort
There is not a thing he can do about it, except dream and be assured
The spaghetti he barfed up likely will go down as a symbol of total, unapproachable reality.

MFA vs MBA When will science catch oN?

2005-05-09T20:08:00.000-05:00

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MFA vs MBA

The 3Ps (Portable Poetry Portal) site is all about infusing science with the right brain skills that humans can supply. In my opinion, poetry and science are the leading edge in scientific innovation, poetry provides the meta-language to move science to higher level. It has the capacity to move the average 21st century scientists to the level of creative genius displayed by the giants of late 19th and 20th century scientists.

Science Diction

2005-05-05T10:48:00.000-05:00

Physics is the a form of insight and as such is a form of art.
so says David Bohm

Art interprets the visible world, physics charts its unseen workings.

The artist employs image and metaphor; the physicist uses number and equation.
So says Leonard Shlain in Art and Physics

What does poetry become
when the bond of reality and word is broken?

Singularity--a word without meaning
There is no way
So they say
Nothing can be something
everything never was or could be

OO U C 4 8 1 2 ok

Is Science Fiction About to Go Mad?

Only a small cadre of technoprophets is attempting to extrapolate current trends and imagine what our world might look like in the next few decades. “We’re staring into a fogbank,” Stross says, “and we literally do not know where we’re going, only that we’re going there very fast.”
So says Stross...................

..............So it goes . . .

Bye, by Bob

Why keep
carbon beings
doing respiration
alive, when silicon does not
need food?

Smart small
robotic guys
convert the sunlight to
motive power directly. We
evolve

not by
avoiding change—
we could forfeit death and
transform to solid state bodies
instead.

So what is Singularity Poetry
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I don't know but look here

it has something to do with a black holes, event horizons, singularity, and falling into what Hawkings suggested to Penrose.

Portable Poetry Portal

Seed: The Future of Science...Is Art?

Quantum Poet Theory Revisted

IToE (Impressionist Theory of Everything) - The role of paradox

Termespheres- Art that captures the up, down and all around visual world from one revolving point in space

Too long in the Sun

4444444444s of July ulie uli

Out of bounds on theTesseract

Word Art

Ex Post Facto

Creative Writing People retell the story

Overheard between language classes

Mathematical Reflection

Prairie Soil Tells the Story

The trouble with the March Weather

A lethargic trend towards complicity

Inteference patterns for the rest of us

Earliest Sunrise Sheep Count

count n gone real

Heisenberg's Talk Show Dream

Mythology Lithology

Watching the Weather Channel in Moab

The Dogson wanders across SE Asia

21st century Mind Storm

(Is this) Something to die for

Go Figure : Poetry

Heard on Fresh Air

Idle Setting Idyll

The Genderation of Two & More

The Power of Psychedelic Chemistry

Out there (the rest of the story)

Blogosphere: Where Horses are Adjectives

Why Real Bloggers Don’t Write Poetry

The Elementary Particle Gorilla Detector

Virtual Encounter, part 2

Physical Attraction & Interaction

The Gamers of Quantum Poker

Assignation by a provocative word

It was all a man with the name of Bohr could do

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An Illusion of Lfe in Two Dimensions

Earth, air, fire. water and the Anthropic Principle

Poets and Physicist s - The quantum effect

Esoteric Universe

Whole Mind Sky Imagery - In Praise of Cloudy Days

First the proof, now the evidence

The puck stops here

Who Cares about Polar Bears

Non Linear Induction-Climate Sensation

Irreversible

Spirit in the Sky

Men make photographs of their shapes Make them appear like objects of gravity We animals descended from the apes Are captives and makers of earth’s depravity

Something missing -Cold Dark Matters

The Shape of Poetry

Thinking through the gaps

Dynamic Poetry – Dynamic Haiku

Sky blue why

Testing Limits

Riemann to the Rescue

Fall n’ Chromatography

Mindless Voices Project (MVP)

EWE "." & "." EYE

Podcasts: Do it yosellph 1.001

Adding search engines to the mix

In Whose Name She Came

Heading to absolute zero

Sleeping with Leonardo

Understating god's work

The words behind physics

The day length shortens

Hyperdimensional Poetry

Microcosmic Moment

Constants of Nature

Man on a Mission

OEDILF - The Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form

Sunday, April 30, 2006

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Abstract Assignment

Nested Noodle Theory

Men make photographs of their shapes
Make them appear like objects of gravity
We animals descended from the apes
Are captives and makers of earth’s depravity