Seed: The Future of Science...Is Art?
To answer our most fundamental questions, science needs to find a place for the arts.
His(David Bohm) passion for truth carried him wherever it might possibly find nourishment, and his theories consequently reflect tremendous breadth and depth in accounting for a wide range truth that stems from a diverse spectrum of epistemologies.
The 3Ps blog is dedicated to exploring cosmology, quantum physics, and the domains of the very small and the very large with poetic expression of science concepts, philosophy, and history of ideas at the emergent consciousness level by using the "words of science."
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.
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’
Labels: Einstein, hypercubes, relativity, VisPo
Labels: poetry, Schwitters collage, snapshots, text2voice
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.
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.
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.
Labels: chaos theory, climate change, surprise
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
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
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.
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
Free and clear, rain, typhoon, 1000 year flood . . .That happens all the time in every year?
"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.
words on a white house mission
circling like turkey vulture
devil worshipers smelling road kill
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
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)
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.
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