Tim Ray's latest poetry entry

The muse has come and gone and assisted Tim with the following...

i am sitting on a corner bench

watching the light turn green to yellow to red

regulating the vehicles of the doppelganger coterie

remembering Ronald Reagan, his creeping senility

for no particular reason

and i wonder, is there reason in our ratiocination

his wife's use of astrology in political decisions

Romans are the ones who widely spread this ignorance

and i wonder amongst these motorists

if anyone really knows who is at the wheel

there is a point to epiphenomenalism

reasons we derive norms from naturalistic fallacies

folk knowledge is in sad shape

one can prove a negative

there are no dragons in the fossil records

the motives between ought and is
leave me uneasy

why there have been no new anatomical designs

since the Cambrian explosion

our common alpha

evidently evolution became bored

possibly a limit to creations creativity

i suffer ennui at times too

maybe i reflect that here on the bench

humanity wandering in wonder

at times leaving it all to unpredictable factors

or assign to some deus ex machina

novelist or poet

scientist or artist

while others try and improve their lot

by having some croupier as a personal savior

altho they have never seen the rewards of this gaming table

or personally the croupier

yet all seem quite sure of just what is the game

a handwritten outline of the rules

that is not reflected in mere human musings

a product of some sort of afflatus

that seems never to wont for rules

inspired by some inner vague voice

and as St. Anselm trying to move from there

into some subjective objective answer to it all

failing i feel

yet they build monstrous casinos

fill the air with pleas and exhaust fumes

which is absurdity to me, but who am i

speak not of this to the height of encephalization

for they have mastered the green to yellow to red

studying the stars while mindlessly destroying their earth

exploring the universe, abandoning the one within

and in inner whispers they try to hide

to thine own selfishness be true

there is possibly a grand scheme to all of this

and i can't see the puzzle for the pieces

sitting here on the bench i wonder does anyone really know

just who or what minds the wheel

of a million scenarios that could have been

realms meant to be but a passing phase

with the night upon their lips, a niche no more

extinction and the rising sun in their eyes

our common omega

i am sitting on the bench pondering

the sound of a supernova

the sonorous moonlight

fog reboanting against the trees

didn't somebody else say that

in the end does it really matter

isn't this where St. Thomas Aquinas chose to exit

i am pondering once again

the obsessive intent of the leaf cutter ants

who pass by in the silence

green to yellow to red

sitting on this burnished throne reasoning it all

having burnt the anthropocentric altar in a futile attempt

to remove myself from the equation

failing in its verjuice communion

wishing all a good day

having come to an understanding

entropy and extinction follow similar laws

yet life raises its head

lives all the more, leaf and jaw

the wraith, smiling in a Spinoza knowing, moves on

our common omerta

Fergus Falls 96

Dedicated poetry on science/philosophy of science

Dedicated poetry on science/philosophy of science

This will be a dedicated section for poetry with science/philosophy of science themes. Submissions will be reviewed by colleague Tim Ray and published on this page--not in the comment section and submissions will be through the usual comment section. When submitting please give name and an email address in case there are questions. No compensations are offered.

Annus mirabilis-1905

March is a time of transition
winter and spring commence their struggle
between moments of ice and mud
a robin appears heralding the inevitable
life stumbling from its slumber
it was in such a period of change in 1905
that the House of Physics
would see its Newtonian axioms
of an ordered universe collapse
into a new frontier
where the divisions of time and space
matter and energy
were to blend as rain and wind
in a storm that broke loose
within the mind of Albert Einstein
where Brownian motion danced
seen and unseen, a random walk
that became his papers marching through science
reshaping the very fabric of the universe
we have come to know
we all share a common ancestor
a star long lost in the eons of memory
and yet in that commonality
nature demands a permutation
a perchance genetic roll of the dice
which births a new vision
lifting us temporarily from the mystery
exposing some of the roots to our existence
only to raise a plethora of more questions
as did the papers of Einstein in 1905

Timray
San Diego 9/05


with a cat lying upon my lap

a sough whispers in the trees as a summer day begins fading

the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting

a musical for ears yet to come into existence

evaporating the din of civilization beyond

the universe is collapsing rapidly onto the balcony

where Einstein and i lay oblivious, barely conscious

while a susurrus flutters about an emerging lambent dream

beneath transience speaks well of eons of genetic honing

irises in a regal stance amidst other ephemeral existences

purple to lavender to a magical touch of yellow within

nature never leaves a flower undone

nature never leaves us alone

at every turn we discover yet another miracle

another faucet where life defies entropy

they tell me of other universes

parallel worlds where Einstein and i are enemies

yet another where we are merely passing paths

while here a house finch alights upon a feeder

producing decoherence, reinforcing the natural superposition of states

this supine recline, singularity producing moments tender and real

Einstein slowly glances up, knows these visitors well

the feline within is at peace, with the humming birds too

there is a natural trust here amongst us

knowing harm is never on this balcony

no amount of reality could change this

somewhere they say Shroedinger's Cat

lies in some box, some seventy years i believe

with a fully armed pistol and no one knows if it is still alive

or has perished in some photon fate

what a horrible thought as i lay my hand upon Einstein

rubbing him slightly behind the ears he purrs

black as midnight, eyes piercing yellow

he is an exquisite product of time and evolution

nature has done its job well

nature never waivers in its quest for beauty

we prefer our life here in this universe

a many faceted dimension shared between so many

branes of life that collide, separate, rejoin

in a pas de panmolecular

the perfect synchronization of matter and energy

time and space

the world is where it should be

drifting off to arriving wings

with a cat upon my lap taking a nap

as a gentle breeze glides me yet deeper

perhaps my keys are escaping into another universe

i can exist with such a fate

nature having equipped me well

nature is generous in her well worn paths

intelligence against those sudden opening dimensions

a spare set whose existence can never change

where not even parallel universe jumping demons

can steal them away

or the love and closeness i share with Einstein

and when all this is done, a paseo to a newborn sun

where we will continue until matter matters no more

love is a precious banquet, savor each morsel

every crumb and moment love has to give

no matter how the future chooses to arrange itself

some aspects to the universe will always elude us

before we have been delegated to extinction

i believe there is a reason in that mystery

which can never be scrutinized by scientific measuring

we have now, it is all i ever needed or wanted

Timray
San Diego 2/06



Back To Insects

Here I sit on a Tiger-eyed blue marble
in a storm of trouble
and wish for a strike...
a flash of white...
no sound discernable...
more powerful and bright as the sun...
so they say.

Mathematically,
better odds than any lottery
I stand a good chance of a strike
and so it shall be.

Let the fine arts and science fade...
let commerce and greed rule.
People have lost perspective
of the potential of the species.

Add a rolling roof, nuke a country...
sure thing.
Education, elimination of poverty and disease,
strangling debt, subjugation and control...
no way.

Mechanics of the universe are pure...
mechanics of man are polluted.
Science, the doing, is constricted by technology...
geared for profit
and void of essence...
cloaked in a shroud and void of ethics.

Return the world to the ancient citizens.


Footnote:
My legacy...
New Horizons
#397611

Mercury
April 10th 2006


Birth of a Star;
Death of a Planet

Number twenty two in the heavens and
Far brighter...
Number one in the solar system and
First to evaporate.

What a paradox:
One is old but young;
One is young but old
How does that happen?

Only in space where the bizarre rules...
Where a Madhatter asks nutty questions...
There are no directions:
Up-down; down-up?

But one thing was universal...
And once bound them together:
Love and hope and care--
The unquantified.

The universe is mysterious.

1945--Anonymous

Kalpana Chawla

Columbia Shuttle Flight STS-107

1961--2003

"Toward the Goal"

Kalpana Chawla


Dive deep down

An aim awaits

Pearls peep

For your hands to reach

Just yours

For years, decades and ages

A door lies locked

A pearl in the shell

A secret in the brain

Open it

Break it

Reveal it

Fly high

If Not Now

White garlands draped and strung,
creeper blossoms, reminicent of snow
Finial, five sepaled, fillistered, flower bowls

Penta-hedron, vase shaped, single bells,

Such delicate geometry,

pre-destined from a seed

Destiny , fate or duty-
one will always mock the other
Each breath rests

in the lap of a higher power-

Increments, irrelevant to atoms
All that will unfold
is manifest in flowers.

© Suzanne Delaney