May 15, 2013 § Leave a Comment
height, inches. daylight, orbits
death of a rabbit
tick tock, I am afterward
you, me, them
a drop, a grain
atom of the universe
universe of atoms
November 29, 2012 § Leave a Comment
November 21, 2012 § Leave a Comment
If I could stare long enough at a single point . . . say, I was standing in a room and staring—not into a corner or at a blank wall, but if I could stare long enough, holding my friend’s hand while I did so (because her presence provides such strength), I could see into that spot, into this empty air, this vacuum, this invisible little nothingness between the ceiling and the floor and the walls, the part we walk through daily without feeling it pass through us—
if I could stare into the nonspecific space long enough I might see the atoms buzzing.
There is a law in quantum mechanics stating the specific placement of an atom cannot be exacted. A definite number cannot place its presence. The measurements are given in scientific notation so as to account for error. This is because the atoms are never not moving. Everything buzzes always. Without movement, nothing survives. Without the moon’s gravity and the tidal push, organic matter does not shift, life does not emerge on land. Stagnant lakes harbor death and bacteria. With only movement does life and light exist. With collision, new life is birthed. With a dying star, elements are hurled out into the nothingness; here, the debris collects and compacts. Planets are made. They move. The atoms they are made of move.
The laws of physics we are submitted to are specific to us and our size. Our atoms do not follow the same laws. They follow their own. How is it that the very essence of which we are made of does not follow the same rules?
The meteors and the red giants and the colliding galaxies are rushing ever-always, looming overhead. We are stuck between the quantum-sized fabric of matter and the ominous threats, the larger, unfeeling, relentless beasts. We are the Middle, a harmonizing of the unseen and the incomprehensible, all coalescing into brawn and sensuality and intellect and humor.
Vibrations of the atoms affect each erogenous pocket of matter—
screaming, we enter
pleading, we exit—
how magnificent, how frightening—
this begs interpretation but the truth remains evasive (“truth?” is the wrong question to ask here but I am left lying here, fighting off sleep and these poisonous thoughts that often plague a young man in his twenties.)
Another quantum law states how no prediction can be reached on what will happen in any given circumstance.
November 18, 2012 § Leave a Comment
During the flight, Simon & Schuster’s World of Physics brought consolation; Weaver and Feynman affirmed my own life-mulling in the way that Fichte and Kant had this year previous–thank the Germans! Today, Blaise Pascal–thank the French! But these are only names, only heritages. Their words transcend them in the way that my own notes scribbled on airport receipts belong no more to me than anything else (do I “produce” these notes or, rather, discover them? And what is it I discover? That which lies dormant, breathing and waiting in nature.)
On the receipt acting as a page placeholder,
unlike the Greeks, I must form a concept of the nature of physical laws in the way that I have sought a relationship between the forces and structures of nature
no structure can exist without forces
the laws of nature which apply to a human apply to any celestial bodies as well
observation, reason, experiment
methods of understanding: control/isolate, deduction, approximation
October 31, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Soon as I dictate my thoughts to my limbs
to my fingertips
the thought vanishes with the magic of its inception
soon as I etch mentalities into a yellow legal pad
I become less of who I was
I become much less
enhanced by refinement
bereft of any chance of purity
am I More now or Less now than prior to This?
No matter how I try, can’t trace my pen-hand. Its shadow attached, trapped existing; out of light, extinguished, is its only rest.
Move a thumb. It moves. It interprets. It soothes. It means. It mars. It takes.
October 31, 2012 § Leave a Comment
It nags, pulls here; it is not the impulse to write but
you sleep; I write
is this not true? Or am I deceived?
Skin of my bones, my muscle, my egg-carton of organs (cook, crack, split them; they expire, they spoil; all it takes is time)
all it takes is time and these nights fade
you sleep; I write
there was a life here, was there not? Out here floating off is a boy
a balloon missing its weighted-piece –
not “decorum” because my inflated form does not belong up here
not “decorum” because the wind whipped it about, scuffed the plastic, wore-down the edges
faded; all fades as these nights are closing
in, around — I am deceived
October 13, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I am typing from an unreachable space. Here, you are sealed off from the immediacy of the emotions coursing through my nerves, exacted by (oh, as I have referred to them as before) these interpreters made of bone and flesh and all that is invisible to me unless I were to peel these layers back until an emptiness revealed itself, until the void creeping into my thoughts as of late is revealed–
you should feel alienated by my words now. Good. It is best this way. The relationship we are forming is too knowable…You read; I live, I write; you read…How are you living? Well? Not-so-well?
If you are not familiar with this manner-speak, please, humble me by allowing yourself entry and entreat your mind to wander; do me this courtesy and I shall offer a heavily contemplated experience. I offer you honesty.
Here, you are sealed off from knowing me. You know the words. That is all I have anymore, really (do not mistaken this for pitiful remarks of Self.) It is true. The words say what my laughter and my new pair of shoes and my haircut and the artifacts on my shelves cannot.
May 7, 2012 § Leave a Comment
What more can be said? I conquered how to illustrate what I see proves and disproves All. I am satisfied, bereft of words; nothing more can further satiate this thirst, this longing, this torture; no words can reach that which my absence of words accomplished
until I know How Else,
April 27, 2012 § Leave a Comment
“It’s all so juvenile”
is a phrase I read via someone’s Facebook status, moments ago;
What is All? Is it living? Is it social drama? Is it Facebook? Because if we are talking of anything involving humans then the above statement is correct
because Facebook is never fully developed. And the Internet is still rather young. Social drama is forever unfolding, always developing. And living is all about development, especially for humans;
furthermore, humans can never reach their full capacity because we can always aspire to becoming something better than what we are;
a son can accomplish what his father could not: always—
a flower cannot accomplish anymore beyond what its flower predecessors could accomplish; the flower has reached its full capacity, just as the lion has and even the ape has.
We are juvenile creatures, I will assert. And I can stand by this claim. Anything we invent is juvenile, in effect, and will forever be so
on the thought of LkCa 15b (click here to google this), Nature is rather juvenile as a Whole;
always the universe is expanding within the Multiverse which is always expanding within Whatever;
always there are planets forming;
always there are stars dying to spread the elements that spur on new life;
always, Nature is developing,
and if we are Variants of Nature then we are its Exceeding of its capacity;
we are the developing brain of All
so All is juvenile.
April 22, 2012 § Leave a Comment
bleached-white tiny fossils of a duck
four months —five months? since we met last
feathers sparse, marks of time
pale orange webbed motors
no eyes no heart no lungs
maggots! make way for Now & Laters, Ritz, Twix, Tootsie rolls, Kettle, Hostess, Frito-Lay, Keebler, Chex, Cola, Cola, Cola, Cola, Cola, Hershey, Doritos, Kotex, Airheads, Little Debbie, Wonka, Oscar-Meyer, Oberto, Quaker, Honey Maid
(all natural) (organic) (USDA approved) (100% wheat) (recyclable) (renewable) (sustainable)
dropped here, forgotten, by human hands
hands: for invention, for demolition
plastic! seep to Our Iron Core
revs; it sputters, kicks
converge, diverge; we rebuild
fiercer, much too sustainable we are
April 1, 2012 § Leave a Comment
On my desk sits a rectangular stone; black, engraved lettering reads:
The surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed.
The person who gifted this must know me better than the very blood running through these veins, the blood fueling fingertips to type, to interpret, to clasp;
the blood must not carry much meaning beyond the alleles, beyond these chains of lineage so mutated and grown to form the next Him, Her, Him, Her
(no, the true blood runs through the veins of the earth; it gives root to true birth, as we are each only fractional interpretations of the larger whole which our stars project:
the stars die. they form this. this forms them. them forms they. they form us.
Us, I. Us, I.
January 24, 2012 § Leave a Comment
The NDAA does not give our government the right to detain and/or murder American citizens without a right to fair trial. Despite what many people believe, the NDAA is not the death of our Bill of Rights.
Credit to Jason Easley of Politicsusa.com:
“…Obama then strongly debunked once and for all the notion that the NDAA detention provisions apply to American citizens, [saying,] “Section 1021 affirms the executive branch’s authority to detain persons covered by the 2001 Authorization for Use of Military Force (AUMF) (Public Law 107-40; 50 U.S.C. 1541 note). This section breaks no new ground and is unnecessary. The authority it describes was included in the 2001 AUMF, as recognized by the Supreme Court and confirmed through lower court decisions since then. Two critical limitations in section 1021 confirm that it solely codifies established authorities. First, under section 1021(d), the bill does not “limit or expand the authority of the President or the scope of the Authorization for Use of Military Force.” Second, under section 1021(e), the bill may not be construed to affect any “existing law or authorities relating to the detention of United States citizens, lawful resident aliens of the United States, or any other persons who are captured or arrested in the United States.” My Administration strongly supported the inclusion of these limitations in order to make clear beyond doubt that the legislation does nothing more than confirm authorities that the Federal courts have recognized as lawful under the 2001 AUMF. Moreover, I want to clarify that my Administration will not authorize the indefinite military detention without trial of American citizens. Indeed, I believe that doing so would break with our most important traditions and values as a Nation. My Administration will interpret section 1021 in a manner that ensures that any detention it authorizes complies with the Constitution, the laws of war, and all other applicable law.”
How much clearer can it get?
Unfortunately, any official news comes from newspapers and TV networks, mediums which lobbyists control in order to spin the facts. And any unofficial news comes from bloggers who aren’t necessarily being dishonest, but they aren’t checking the details before they post them either.
So it is the rush of things, the immediacy to be on-top of an issue, the want of readers and viewers and more “site hits” that cause misinformation to spread. And it spreads fast. Unbelievably fast. Many people are already convinced that Obama would willingly sacrifice our basic rights as American citizens. Many of these people received their news from facebook, from shared blog articles; it only took a matter of hours for these people to believe these falsities.
all is relevant
I met the end of Argument (B.) with a pondering of outliers (those items which fall outside the realm of functionality.) I came to this as a result of modifying the emboldened statement:
All is relevant; with relevance, comes infinite functionality.
Furthermore, I now modify it:
All is relevant and infinitely functional.
From there, it seems almost too easy to push ahead and rightly assert that
all is infinite
if All is never irrelevant in any form and if All never loses its function. No part of All (and I must phrase it this way, as “Nothing” is a specific item) is ever useless.
But the end of Argument (B.) introduced items lacking functionality. Of course, how does one determine functionality? I see functionality as pertaining to the usefulness of a thing to any other thing; more specifically, I see “functionality“ as the state of being useful to the Multiverse.
Still, though, I am backed into a corner. I was wishing to move ahead and tie this into the Internet Functionality Paradox, but I cannot move forward until I solve the dilemma of the outliers; that is, until I prove their usefulness or until I backtrack to reassert my Arguments.
For future thought:
Oftentimes, a person may feel overwhelmed with the abundance of new music, new books, new films, new television programs; these are mediums through which a person may receive some version of solace. Such solace is needed as a result of feeling overwhelmed with the abundance of daily tasks, the utterly mundane of human routine. And the dilemma of the source for solace becoming overwhelming is a happenstance of the Internet. In fact, the Internet results in a functionality paradox.
November 8, 2011 § Leave a Comment
just that awful, violent roar of a machine, the one I am steering over a carpet sewn by hands sewn with sperm and egg, a union which laid down these bricks which stack all around me, squeezed between a space, the same properties that bend this vacuum toward my will, myself, bent in this sucking, awful roar of the vacuum, the killer suns, and all that I will never steer — it drives me, relentless in its own way, never my own, never me.
Always me, always everyone; in its own way it makes itself in the only way it ever could, as no way other than the way it formed could have occurred; it is perfect in its disorderly manner, in fact, by means of its perfection it is not disorderly but, rather, it is in order — all is in order; that is “us” (you, me) and all outside of “us” is also “us”; it is never within something in the same way that everything is inside of it; all is outside of it (think of it as being within and out of itself) and my feelings to its pull, its bending, are subjective and weighty with misunderstandings — I was mistaken in my seeing of the energy, just that awful, violent roar of a machine…