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| Non-locality
Posted: 5/21/2009 7:19:30 AM |
In fact, that time is a construct
to keep yesterday apart from tomorrow,
that which happened
from that which we hope or fear,
much as the Trans-Canada
connects Halifax with Hamilton
but also keeps them apart.
wow! what a PERFECT analogy, professor~ | |
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| Non-locality
Posted: 5/21/2009 7:33:14 AM | What a superb casse-tete Chinois
You are proposing here, Alyosha !
Shall I say witout thinking too much :
When you breathe , I do
When you think , do I ?
The news you watch
I sometimes did ,
The day before.
When you drink morning coffee
People wear pyjamas here ,
Or not.
They lock their entrance door
Vanish into their morning light,
When you deal with evening twilight.
There is still the hope of a gap . | |
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| Non-locality
Posted: 5/21/2009 8:02:04 AM |
wow! what a PERFECT analogy, professor
EX-professor, if you please. FORMER professor. RETIRED professor. Or, best of all, Jerry!
Thanks, but isn't "non-locality" theory or thing mind-boggling? It emerges, I believe, from Quantum Dynamic. | |
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| Non-locality
Posted: 5/21/2009 8:04:04 AM | What a superb casse-tete Chinois
You are proposing here, Alyosha !
Shall I say witout thinking too much :
When you breathe , I do
When you think , do I ?
The news you watch
I sometimes did ,
The day before.
When you drink morning coffee
People wear pyjamas here ,
Or not.
They lock their entrance door
Vanish into their morning light,
When you deal with evening twilight.
There is still the hope of a gap .
How wonderfully you think in poetry, how it flows from you! But I don't understand the hope of a gap? | |
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| Non-locality
Posted: 5/21/2009 8:17:19 AM | Hola Alyosha ! Here is already your tomorrow.
I used the word Hope with it's archaic meaning : Trust .
The trust of a gap that will survive any Quantum Dynamics Theory ! | |
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| Non-locality
Posted: 5/21/2009 12:14:42 PM | Hola Alyosha ! Here is already your tomorrow.
I used the word Hope with it's archaic meaning : Trust .
The trust of a gap that will survive any Quantum Dynamics Theory !
Well, I'm ashamed to say I didn't know of that previous meaning of "hope"! Do you find Q. Dynamics as fascinating - and incomprehensible! - as I do? Niels Bohr, the first proponent of it (I believe) once said: "If anybody says he can think about quantum physics without getting giddy, that only shows he has not understood the first thing about them.."
Using the GQ (Giddiness Quotient) I must have a superb understanding of it! | |
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| AF447
Posted: 6/2/2009 6:05:01 PM | What was it like
the moment before
the moment when–
Everything was solid,
no doubt, as the essence of our lives
is solid,
the floors always firm
beneath our feet,
enduring friendships,
nations, love...
The couple in the row ahead of you
were engaged in a lovers’ quarrel,
across the aisle, a few rows back
another couple, having resolved their dispute,
were serene in the broad sky
of their love through which
they were flying, effortlessly
into the future
the way good wishes
fly from the sender
to those for whom they are meant..
There may have been a rumble
or two of what was to come,
some yawing and pitching,
the foretaste of death we feel
which had passed
many times before
and hopefully would pass once again.
A baby played in its mother’s lap
or squirmed, cranky
for any one of those 101 reasons
a baby can be cranky,
colicky, frustrated
at being restrained
the moment before
the moment when– | |
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| AF447
Posted: 6/4/2009 9:54:41 PM | | .....when you ended in new life ending. Powerful and right to the heart of the matter. Good one. Thank-you so very much. | |
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| Dialogue
Posted: 6/6/2009 5:37:16 AM | I was hanging around with my mind,
not doing very much, and my mind was going:
Iran, Iraq, the Middle East,
the state of your finances,
write a new poem!
And I was going: Shut up! Can you please,
for cri’sake, for just five minutes,
could you please Shut Up?
And my mind is, like,
“No you shut up! You’re nothing
without me! Let’s see how long
you can stand it
if I say nothing at all
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God-damn! | |
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| Ruach Elohim
Posted: 6/8/2009 6:16:49 AM | “Ruach elohim” is mentioned in Genesis:
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
Other translations of “ruach Elohim” are the wind, breath or mind of God.
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Conversation is more than blood to me.
It is more like the ruach Elohim
that animates my soul.
Every one of another’s breath
confirms the reality
of this life to me
which otherwise at times
seems like a splendid dish
with one of the essential ingredients
left out. | |
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| The long, low moan
Posted: 6/12/2009 7:32:33 AM | The long, low moan
of the midnight train
as it makes its way
across the bare chest of the land
is the yearning in the lot of us
for Mother, lover - Oh, lost.... | |
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| In the beginning
Posted: 6/23/2009 9:52:51 AM | In the beginning
“In the beginning,” the man wrote,
“heaven and earth were created–“
– he paused, struck out the last five words
and wrote instead “God thought,”
which was better but still
not altogether right, so he began again:
“In the beginning, God created
the heavens and the earth...”
Yes! That was a platform that would support
mystery, mayhem and miracles. Story itself
is a miracle, he thought; seed within seed,
unsprung coils scarcely biding their time,
a slow river gathering force
to carve its way across the landscape.
“...and the earth was without form, and void
and the breath of God skipped upon the face of the waters.”
He felt a whallop across his breastbone,
and as if, for a moment,
he had been lifted up off the earth.
It would all be released, as quickly
as he could set it down.
There would be the creation of man
and then of woman,
– or would they be created as one?
A garden surrounding them:
paradise - and temptation!
Where there is paradise, he thought,
there must be temptation.
There would be temptation
and there would be retribution!
a God that is awesome,
all-knowing, compassionate
but fierce when disobeyed.
And He would suffer no other Gods
but would protect us, His people,
so long as we were faithful to Him.
The rainbow pales beside the Lord,
he thought: He is the colours of the rainbow
multiplied by itself, colours invisible to us,
that we shall never see.
Selah!
Night shall follow day
shall follow night
as despair shall be succeeded
by hope, then doubt...
“Here is the portion of my dominion
I have bequeathed to you,”
the Lord shall say: “Enjoy it by day.
And by night, rest, and we
shall visit together
reminiscing about times that have been,
savouring that which is to come.
“The earth will tremble at times,
the waters rise up and threaten to engulf you
but I will lay a steady hand on them
and all will be well again.”
Evil and death would enter the narrative,
and exile and longing
and love and hope.
Hallelujah, thought the man
or perhaps he said it out loud. Hallelu!
To what end do I write,
he asked himself after a time,
and answered, first:
To bear witness to the truth.
But there was something about that
that rang false, vainglorious,
so he asked the question again:
To what end do I write?
And thought, this time,
On behalf of my brothers
and sisters who need a map
and songs to keep their courage up
along the way.
But that too did not seem altogether truthful
so he asked again:
To what end do I write?
And again:
To what end do I write?
And answered, at last,
Because it gives me pleasure to do so.
Honour your story
that it may honour you.
Hallelujah,
Hallelu,
Selah! | |
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| In the beginning
Posted: 6/23/2009 9:19:12 PM | | Amen. Distilled wisdom. The last two verses (and the rest) were a call to redemption. I loved the whole. | |
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| In the beginning
Posted: 6/24/2009 7:41:59 AM |
Amen. Distilled wisdom. The last two verses (and the rest) were a call to redemption. I loved the whole.
Many thanks but as I mentioned to you in a PM I regret having posted that and would delete it if I knew how. Your interpretation surprises me because after working and re-working that poem, I quite lost the sense of what I had originally intended by it. I should have known, from the absence of any music in it, that it wasn't coming from any place deep inside me. | |
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| In the beginning
Posted: 6/25/2009 9:40:52 PM | | First, the step. Never mind the depth. I still like the poem. Just read it again. And...still like it. I saw the intent. Good enough. For now. Then the music and deepness will visit. Yes it will. | |
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| Every Jew is secretly a little bit in love
Posted: 7/2/2009 11:10:21 AM | You cut away a third of us, Mr. Hitler,
but the remnant
will expand
to incorporate the genius
and, yes, the flaws
of the untimely dead.
Like a master surgeon
you wielded your armies
and all the instruments of state
to carve the rot
from the German body politic
History
has been slicing and dicing us
from the beginning
and we, and the world,
are tired of our kvetching.
To be a Jew
is never to be whole
but a remnant of the remnant.
Every Jew, I sometimes think,
is secretly a little bit in love
with Hitler, who never lied to us. | |
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| Every Jew is secretly a little bit in love
Posted: 7/3/2009 1:22:16 AM | | No. It is late as I write this. I have a long weekend. And...No. again. No ...again. Never. Please. What a terrible sentiment and again...no. Hey, Alyosha. | |
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| the lesson
Posted: 7/3/2009 2:57:43 AM | secretly in love, you suggest....
saying he never lied to us....
hmmm.....I must say I disagree....
I find his lies some of the greatest in history...
perhaps he always spoke clearly
saying he'd wipe us off the face of earth
but his fears and misguided malice
were lies of the greatest curse...
unable to accept us
he was unable to accept his own worth....
his curse not being able to unite us
as we All are a sacred part of this universe.....
and yet.....and yet.....
I can see in that twisted part of history
his actions that spoke so clearly
and killed so so so so many....
I can see momentarilly the irony....
for in his wish to destroy us
the world united against the one
who had lost all sense of
proportion and compassion
creating from his horrific action his greatest fear.....
the breaking down of boundaries
and rising of the unification of creation....
at least we rose temporarily
until we again forgot the lesson
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| the lesson
Posted: 7/3/2009 3:41:35 AM | Many a time in history
comes an evil which by its hand
shrouds all reason across the land
how this can continually come to be
is the fickle way man learns you see
old lesson learned, then forgot
hearkens then the hangmans knot
and so in our own small space
our own personal fall from grace
compassion we must never smother
if we wish to see our brother
for the madman
even though he stradivarius be
can never take the like of you and me
any place we do not wish to go
any horror we would not know
unless we also play his game
this feeding frenzy for his fame
but the power is never his you see
it does infact lay in each who be
inaction then the poison chalice
a heady brew of utter malice
decline then this bitter cup
the taste soon withers if none sup
but pass that chalice from hand to hand
to remind us of the reason to stand
to celebrate the reason why
we once more were able to pass this by | |
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| the lesson
Posted: 7/4/2009 6:58:15 AM | WeAre1: These
unable to accept us
he was unable to accept his own worth....
his curse not being able to unite us
as we All are a sacred part of this universe.....
are passionate, powerful lines... although I confess that I resist the application of psychobiography to figures like Hitler, Stalin Pol Pot &c. So they had abusive fathers or other traumatic events in their lives? So what? Others who suffered as much or even worse did not turn out to be mass- or serial-murderers. | |
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| The day they invented my mind
Posted: 7/12/2009 7:58:50 AM | The day they invented my mind
the committee almost came to blows.
Clouds like overblown cannon-balls
boomed against the skies.
Pieces of weather fell everywhere.
Some of the committee proposed,
as a compromise,
to issue me one of those new,
one-size-fits-all, chromium-wired
minds with floating interstices.
The weather continued to rage.
I waited.
Sometimes I feel
I’m waiting still. | |
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| AF447
Posted: 7/12/2009 3:50:44 PM | I am nearly entranced by AF447.
I would like to know the meaning behind the name. But that would break the trance the thoughts have on me.
Hello dear Uncle.
Bonsoir | |
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| AF447
Posted: 7/14/2009 7:56:10 AM | | Was the designation of the Air France plane that crashed enroute Paris, for reasons still not known. | |
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| Each word...
Posted: 7/20/2009 12:09:59 PM | “[E]ach word felt like it knew what it was doing.”
Neil Gaiman on his early encounter with a novel by Jack Vance.
Which is true, even for all of us.
Each word that we put down,
that goes, seemingly so obedient,
where we place it,
knows exactly what it is doing
though it might or might not
choose to share its knowledge with us.
Every adjective has its hanging garden
of other meanings, each verb
is ready to spring
in some other direction.
So that, e.g.: “Would you like
some more mashed potatoes?’
properly read, might mean:
I will never tire of saying
how much I love you!
Or possibly:
I have just seen the first
Jack-rabbit of this season! | |
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| Each word...
Posted: 7/20/2009 11:39:26 PM | well how can this be placed inside of joy? after all it is supposed to attenuate, our love!
interest is the attenuation of love, the less interest, the more love.....and it is diurnal, does not disperse during darkness, or stormy oblique
love therefore is an act
speech is one 'enactment', thus: to say: "I love you" is an act.
the less I am interested in the object of my love, the more I am able to act for her, and act 'indifferently'; as I can be hired for small change, I cannot do something for nothing, or for expectation of immense reward. My interest attenuates with love of that kind.
A credo appears: it is a credo absurdum es: it is that it suggests that I cannot be available for the sake of attenuated love, or interest, as I am only interested in the immediate, and what presents now.....so much so: presentational immediacy:
if speech is one 'enactment form of love' and non-attenuated, then it is ever-lasting, pearly, like the small alpine variety, no? | |
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