“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label black hole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black hole. Show all posts
Monday, September 11, 2017
Every thing
It used to be about Other Things
It was always about 'other things'.
The more you think about It,
the more It thinks about more.
Stare long enough at any thing
and you lose all light discrimination
inside those black-hole pupils.
It has been said things couldn't be worse-
something about change, smaller
but felt the same with more things
and blame.
It was cluttered with chatter,
static, white noise, white holes
and light bounces off rubber words.
If you blink now,
it will never change.
Time wiggles out of every thing.
Painting by Thomas Wijck (c. 17th century), Alchemist in his study with a woman making lace, uploaded by Chemical Heritage Foundation [Public domain or CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Stacking boxes
We seem to be on the right track.
Some words contains things.
We are confident that the black box
contains all the answers or the y’s-anyway
we need to know
Don't be chicken, unscramble the egg
before the givens and ganders include
more than two lame ducks and an ugly goose.
Sharp edges, right angles, cubism
is no plaything
for block stacking children.
This black box we found is the thing
to eye-so-late
and define –objectively-we made enclosures
and watched the walls hit home.
The black box must have its corners
where all information clusters
in tapering space...
The black hole, faucet or vacuum tube
where All
information is contained past and future
flow freely-
both true and not chosen
come together
only to matter.
Blending by chance, choice, or
opportunity, effect, and someone said
Noise not blur...
Now, this is all there ever was,
Now, with reduced facts, take
atoms, quarks into questionable chunks
of say 100 neurons or 3 seconds-
A moment may be lost-watching-looking
For it. You are it. You cannot feel yourself spin?
I read a note for you
Inside the black box
It says where it is from-
there is no gift receipt.
Painting by Adolph Tidemand [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Adolph Tidemand [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Peering inside a black hole
Imagine It,
not wholly unfamiliar.
They call it frequency
because it-
Come again...
∝
The thing to re-membering is
making new ones better by
re-cycling.
∞
Better to be broke and full of spiritThan holy and empty of edge.
Infinite is always
prettier sounding
than eternity.
≃
Rote by re-verb-eration(un)sounded like (in)sanity
Lately
No body can be quiet
And still, do nothing.
Activism and Philosophy,
Art History.
Duchamps Fountain of youth remixed
and flushed.
∡
Once upon a time,
words were deceiving
tiny dictionaries in sprawling villages
with vacuous vocabularies
that cannot find Meaning
anywhere
∡
Once upon a time,
words were deceiving
tiny dictionaries in sprawling villages
with vacuous vocabularies
that cannot find Meaning
anywhere
you see syllables slang
instead.
∓
No entry has been admitted-yet
Non-sense pre-veiled, we guessed
inert gasses would decay away.
Nothing was there
ever before-never-mind-
better to (con)serve your energy.
★
Cool your jets,
we are all ways all most done.
♯
Artists rendering of Black Hole By Copyleft (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
∓
No entry has been admitted-yet
Non-sense pre-veiled, we guessed
inert gasses would decay away.
Nothing was there
ever before-never-mind-
better to (con)serve your energy.
★
Cool your jets,
we are all ways all most done.
♯
Artists rendering of Black Hole By Copyleft (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Satellite
Pair, not pare, as if we
needed two
to know communication is
necessary
to Foxtrot or Tango binary
is Zebra.
We ask only to mishear the
confusing
theories or holes in our
black clad alibis
for why we were here,
inevitable and
loving no matter what sound
it makes,
it needs a forest to muffle
and cover us
under the pitch-not Vanta
Black-not-yet-we shall see
and still sense something deeper
is out there...
Let me ask. No.
Since you seem knowledgeable-
Do you think we look cool, all lit up or have we
lost track
of trends? Colors can be tricky.
It could be a culture thing, a sign of life, in slushy
seas
that contain multitudes of whale hymns and plankton
choruses from eons ago, it goes, it goes,
(never mind, I don't know the words)
We have a half a million
tiny satellites hovering around us,
moons, rocks, bacterium, the
hum-dingers
tinier than ten cent meters,
that do five hundred dollar dashes---
in a rocket sneeze planned
projectory that resembles
the ideal arc to release a
stream of (consciousness) these; could be
Defined as:
1. ) a natural body
2.) a device
3.) a branch office or
alternate location
4.) a subservient follower
of another (led/lead)
5.) a country under domain
Of Another Aliens or
404, Page not Found.
Artwork by Henri Théophile Hildibrand in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, 'Around the Moon' (1872).
Friday, September 9, 2016
Forthright
The T
with its crosshairs
feathered with aech
and too
are used as wings
in a word-Truth-
with you in the middle.
The angels arrow
hits the squinted bullseye,
stuck in a black hole lie.
Painting by Giovanni Baglione, The Divine Eros defeats the earthly Eros (c.1602), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
A-part of some-thing
As though we needed to be told
-a-gain-
As if it were common
to occur
-again-
As it had been shown, all-
ready through
peopled holes-where keys go-
-inside-
These-black holes-out of space
and time constraint, locked
in-side-eternity
carrying more nothing
than you have seen
before.
Memory serves experience,
and kneels-
As though we've demanded
reverence, deliverance, pittance, per-
chance for-getting minute (s)paces
that take Us-
off tracks, on trips and
slips through slick perception
again, inside, before,
it occurs, as though suddenly
standing still under falling stars-
as if-then
you remember
Being-There.
You are merely a part of nature;
You are not altogether
apart from nature.
Everything was bound
to occur
any-way, naturally.
As though we needed to re-
member.
Image of painting by Theodore Clement Steele, c. 1887 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, February 12, 2016
Audio astronomy
The signal came from the southern sky
traveling through pelagic open space,
in intergalactic waters,
way out in the extragalactic sea
where wails with corkscrew tails
sing like wet rings, bottle-tops
humming up a cacophony
politely one point three billion
miles away we heard-
a New drop in Newtons bucket
a ripple we just heard, a chirp,
a slurp of bodily attraction
placed in interactive
angular momentum
just one parsec apart
and the moan, a new word
pronounced audioastronomy
a visual dichotomy
once again,
we were not using our sense(s).
Let's pretend we're dumb
and listen to what space may say
about a billion yesterdays
inaudible ways.
Image By X-ray: NASA/CXC/Curtin University/R. Soria et al., Optical: NASA/STScI/ Middlebury College/F. Winkler et al. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Description in English: An extraordinary outburst produced by a black hole in a nearby galaxy has provided direct evidence for a population of old, volatile stellar black holes. The discovery, made by astronomers using data from NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory, provides new insight into the nature of a mysterious class of black holes that can produce as much energy in X-rays as a million suns radiate at all wavelengths.
Researchers used Chandra to discover a new ultraluminous X-ray source, or ULX. These objects give off more X-rays than most binary systems, in which a companion star orbits the remains of a collapsed star. These collapsed stars form either a dense core called a neutron star or a black hole. The extra X-ray emission suggests ULXs contain black holes that might be much more massive than the ones found elsewhere in our galaxy.
A paper describing these results will appear in the May 10, 2012, issue of The Astrophysical Journal.
Monday, January 4, 2016
Feather Duster
A collective flux of
humanity
each a mote point, asserting non-space,
and carried into the strongest current, alone
only to settle,
scatter the matter
atop the surface only to
corrupt the reflection.
each a mote point, asserting non-space,
and carried into the strongest current, alone
only to settle,
scatter the matter
atop the surface only to
corrupt the reflection.
Iotas of equality, wanton of will
in this form invisible, divisible
and particularly unattached
loosely liberated from
titles.
Breaking fields, bumping along,
cluttering the reception, static
speckled somewhere, between angled
pieces of we, as ashen air,
Breaking fields, bumping along,
cluttering the reception, static
speckled somewhere, between angled
pieces of we, as ashen air,
suspended and taut the heaviest,
scattering a smattering
of our particulate atmosphere turn
back into stardust, visible vapors
rain in shafts, even when we cannot see,
which is why
dust lingers here at high noon,
dust lingers here at high noon,
mocking notions of clean.
Image by By Dana Berry/NASA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Black hole devours neutron star, taken 7/21/2013.
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