Showing posts with label speed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label speed. Show all posts

Friday, January 17, 2020

Counting downward


How many times
         have I worn a watch
(consistently)
         until it stopped
being consistent
         so I stopped wearing it
?

Why try
to rely
            upon such fragile devices
(like butterfly wings)
             that beat on deaf ears
while years
go by
like hours

?

Like most of us
I check the phone
for answers
to more than
Hello?
(without a pulse
that I can count)

How fast was it All
going
by day, by night
             -impossible to tell
ourselves or the others
without a second-hand
account.



Artwork by Winslow Homer, wood engraving, 'Another Year by the old clock' c. 1870 in Public Domain.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Second helpings


It would be asking too much
if someone said
wait one-thousand-milliseconds,
one hundred jiffy's,
a billion nanoseconds, or a Fermi
but really that sounds silly,
so seconds it is to please be quick-
witted, reactive to surfaces
as echoes and sound is also a wave
that warbles along at seven hundred
and sixty
miles per second,
superficially.

Just so you know, it is all calculable by
a minuscule measurement of  radiation
and reach, emitted by caesium (-133),
tiny things we cannot see nakedly
invaluable like love and currency.

Honestly, you should know also
that it takes 6 full grown alligator
seconds to gain any kinetic benefit,
by stretch or strain,
of any muscle-through release or gain.
And all should plan appropriately,
it takes twenty-one seconds to pee-
really
on average
you have been warned
seconds and faith
take quantum leaps.

In one unjust second, a bullet barrels by
two thousand five hundred feet
while a snail sidles over a puddle
cruising 1 chasmic centimeter
and in that same moment
we swallow, we make thoughts,
we blink, we take it in, more than oxygen-
we reminisce wanting more from before...

the world changes drastically for one
second, and
again,
firsts are never enough
for any one
Now.



Painting by Johannes Vermeer, (b/w 1655 and 1667) 'The Art of Painting' in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.


Saturday, September 3, 2016

Speed wobbles


Racing past
one gets the landscape
by an Impression-ist wrist
At the window, the color box spilt
noting the puffs on the palette
pushing by, running in streams
the mouth waters, dipping brushes, the tongue wiggles
if I could reach out, put my hand in
this water colored river, grasping
gasping for shape, I'd find only
orange
I’m afraid
to hold, still life
that poses as natural
representations of still-yet this is also
dead and buried plaster in acrylic
and the fiber bleeds, canvas cracks
like us, as personal whims
which color where
wafting pass a blended note
complimentary, nice to the eye
you catch mid-air, a mood, a tone
holding it there, while it is thrust forward
continuously, ever
taking souvenirs
wherever you go, grabbing
blades in the wind
at the expanse,
taking it all together
in-
distinct
as rain on glass

racing past.


Image by Georges Seurat, 1882 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tres (trace)

Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...