Showing posts with label science. Show all posts
Showing posts with label science. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Layman terms


A single handful
of random people
really
understand astrophysics-
particularly excluding women
that choose cosmetology
over cosmology-
when trying to turn back time.

Look inside the steeple,
only this many people
read poetry.
They gather to create volume-
mass,
in order to absorb the familiar
echoes of shared words-
also known by
Belief.

Nobody reads anymore
between the lines,
along the marginalia,
the mean matches the median,
rounded to zero.

At least there seems to be
never enough
Time
to explore other dimensions
completely
and related matters
in(di)visible as a (w)hole.





Artwork by Charles Demuth [No restrictions or Public domain], 'Roofs and steeple' c. 1921 via Wikimedia Commons.

Monday, July 10, 2017

kindling


Dirac asked Oppenheimer,
how in the world he could practice physics-
theoretically and simultaneously pen poetry
when one is aimed at the succinct center,
the concisest way
to phrase the nature of things
in the most approachable,
graspable way....

It could have been rhetorical or figuratively
proposed in such and such a way as Dirac
may say 'applicable',
and Oppenheimer might reply by
giving him an apple, alleging
he is the fairest of all
that are ripe.

These translations into a broader spectrum
of greater visibility from the sides, specifically
and beneath, the poet speaks in waves of ultraviolet
and enunciates his infrared best
when he said
experimental imagery was everything that
could be hypothesis-like this...

And making up metaphors as a means
to sight ones sources makes
Science sing
the song of itself in harmony
when it silences the man interrupting
the synesthesia
with perceptive interference.


Photo credit By ENERGY.GOV (HD.4G.028), J. Robert Oppenheimer in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

A loud thought


We
are the only creatures
that are meta

Supposedly
as in Assumption
Anthropologically
or making
Anthropocenes
and calling it
as though It is

Fragmented-
they said
I was
Funny,
that is my poetry showing
if you have a sense of humor
or comical elbow
you know
jabs are blunt

This specific species
doesn’t understand
All 
parts as a whole

some were mystified
and thought the Art clever-
Others never
see the holes
by volume of alibis

Let’s confess,
if it bleeds it needs
Compression
another way to say
another need-
                      to say.


Painting by John Michael Wright [Public domain], Portrait of a Lady (17th century) via Wikimedia Commons.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Dark Matters

While spinning there inherent and centripetal,
quintessentially beautiful by its own conception,
Nothing was said. These are not empty theories.
The vapor, this quintessence, the aether, ether way,
dark matter mingled with dark energy
is not easy to pin down.
It is obvious we do not know what we are talking about
when we say All things considered
when we notice meteors demagnetized
space is growing, betweens are stretching out,
and strings were taut, meaning and knowing
never further apart, intent and entropy
inversely spinning its wheels. It feels like cold fusion,
almost serendipitous to say this is the way
We Science. And opine and profess
Super-precedence and Divine
Conception.
There is no immaculate prophecy here,
this time through.



Image By NASA/JPL-Caltech [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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