Our skins touch in sleep, decide they like each other and become one skin.
Recently I attended a meeting of the CIfAR Quantum Materials program. It was nice to see the old gang and all the new kids! 😉 Naturally, perverse inspiration struck again... Iron selenium: Yes, we have some bananas in the QPI. de Haas - van Alphen without a Fermi surface? Well, it oscillates! […]
The Physicist, a lovestruck knight comports himself with honour at the tournament Experiment in hope that Lady Nature, lovely, chaste, mysterious maiden, charmed by his heroic deeds, will twirl with delight and let her gown slip open briefly to reveal a glimpse of breast or flash of thigh. The Chemist is a rogue who cares […]
The magnanimous animus selects, smiles in our hearts, gently parts the inner lips of intellect and plunges us through each the other's oceanic experience. Minds are chaste and wanton, always open, wishing to be entered and filled, to fill and enter and bring forth, godlike, creations of light. 1989
The physicist at the black board talks of "sigh star sigh" adding probabilities. un- less we learn to think both sides of a thought all space fills with chalk marks and the stars may well sigh. 1966 or so?
I tried to light the emptiness a dozen billion years; I'm tired of burning now. My incandescence dies. Out of the changes in my heart neutrinos rise and swarm, preparing to carry away my will to be warm. They fly. I im plode folding down upon myself like a detonated building more inward than imagination. […]
In nothingness the ur-point explodes mattering violently shattering vacuum into spaces. Suns plummet incessantly away, spacetime swirls into temporary planets, order is hurled into entropy. Occasionally carbon cools and catches atoms, forges chains and rings in chaos -- then the double helix forms, a local departure from the Laws; fingers […]
(Apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.) For my own retirement party, 03 Nov 2012. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, bleak and bleary, Over many a faint and phoney answer to a midterm question, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, capping off my indigestion. […]
The shape of a breast, the touch of skin. The tug of a fish, a flashing fin. The looming hurdle, the mighty leap. The joy of winning; to fly in sleep. The color of peaches, the knowing of things. The hunter's stalk, a mallard's wings. The taste of beauty, the magic of math. The thrill […]
"Death to hide?" Oh please, give me a break. Nobody cares, or even should, if you can make a poem of your worst mistake. Go think of things more practical to do. Your soul is bent indeed, like Narcissus, to serve therewith your ego, nothing more. If you could meet your Maker at the bus […]
if on the odd occasion something stoops to sweep aside your granite benchmark boil your sleeping shadow's guts and leave you with a burnt medallion if this thing blinks out of a shot-through animal eye or if it wakes from tickled loins or in the judgement of your ape or in the nightmare of your […]
I trip on the shadow of some black Other fluttering in the corner of my eye. It is not unfriendly, it wished only to remind to write what I have seen. I saw in the same twilight minutes ago, swallows skimming the surface of a reedy pond. They convinced me not to look directly at […]