Saturday, March 24, 2007

Combinations of Dynamo

Elongated strings are wrapping,
amiable vines of lemon green
cornering and amplifying
criss-crossing steel poles vertical
to running

Only twelve steps away
on step is the same
as twelve
for a runner
unfolding for the mid-way
where life still springs of lemon
and green
and even browns, all browns.

c.

What a bug this is
caught
wingless
Where is the divine intervention?
Deus ex machina?
She was always a blind woman
going off instinct’s bias
Pummeling past the little
and
straight for the big.
This singular life
single
not to be relived
but just eternally repeated
until all the heres overlap into
Here.

Revisit the same little death
coughing up numb at the chest
sprouts are popping nipples
in love with a sun
Unrequited mess
The below sees a god
and a god sees the bug

Squish.

Symbol of 2 and 17

So let it be
These rewirings are kindling
for feet of fire
restless in a standing
that roots the sky

No more parks of resilience
they wane with the sun
and come over again
like a child friend
who grew tired of the game.

When the fly comes round
continuity submits
to the traceless pause.
See, it is already gone.

A celebration of change
gives way
with a melting of tree lines
into an embankment
of horizons commingling.
They lost out to space.


Curses complete themselves
in that whisper
tasting of my neighbor’s
wisp of smoke.
It will come out tomorrow
in a slow outpouring strand.
The magician pulls and pulls,
suggesting an end.
A limit to less.

b.

2/17/07 when the time of jesus ends


when the time of jesus ends
the hand is the plane
ears turn into speeches
our heads are tapping
microphones

here
it’s instantaneous imperviousness
she will play with tree frogs and turtles
she’ll have a child
to woo.
There were never trees in the first place.
Jesus.

When my time with jesus ends
I’ll implode collectively
So as to lose no ends
These moving parts
Just slither to reconnect
To different trunks
So weeds become branches.

a.

World sprung
It came from all directions
Simultaneously
Endless wall
Forever dissolving

A nuclei reaches out
To find its parts
And keeps coming
Back to itself

Mitosis alphabet
Slip the knot
To let it go

Offspring anarchy
Founded in a source
From a place
Forever dissolving

Prosperous continuity
Might enjoy the shock
Of a seam

Tantric catapults
Pulled back so far
Hairs split
Causing sparks of fire
Plugged

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

symmetry and continuity

March 20, 2007
The Scientific Promise of Perfect Symmetry
By KENNETH CHANG
It is one of the most symmetrical mathematical structures in the universe. It may underlie the Theory of Everything that physicists seek to describe the universe.
Eighteen mathematicians spent four years and 77 hours of supercomputer computation to describe this structure, with the results unveiled Monday at a talk at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
But it still is not easy to describe the description, at least not in words.
“It’s pretty abstract,” conceded Jeffrey D. Adams, a professor of mathematics at the University of Maryland who led the project.
For mathematicians and physicists, symmetry can provide crucial insights into a problem. A 19th-century Norwegian mathematician, Sophus Lie (rhymes with tree), wrote down what are now known as Lie groups, sets of continuous transformations — meaning the changes could be a little or a lot — that leave an object unchanged in appearance.
For example, rotate a sphere any distance around any axis, and the sphere looks exactly the same.
Later mathematicians found five exceptions to the four classes of Lie groups that Lie knew about. The most complicated of the “exceptional simple Lie groups” is E8. It describes the symmetries of a 57-dimensional object that can in essence be rotated in 248 ways without changing its appearance.
Why are there five exceptional Lie groups? “It’s just one of the beautiful magical things that happen in mathematics,” Dr. Adams said.
“You can’t really picture it,” Brian Conrey, executive director of the American Institute of Mathematics, said of E8. The institute sponsored the project with financing from the National Science Foundation.
“It’s some sort of curvy, torus type of thing,” Dr. Conrey said. “Now you start to move it around in different ways. It’s an amazingly symmetric group.”
To understand using E8 in all its possibilities requires calculation of 200 billion numbers. That is what Dr. Adams’s team did, a rare collaboration for mathematicians who usually work alone or in small groups and rarely turn to supercomputers.
Robert L. Bryant, a mathematician at Duke who was not involved in the project, gave a biological analogy. Scientists can learn a lot about an animal from its DNA, but to understand it fully “you have to grow the organism and then study it,” Dr. Bryant said. “In a certain sense, that is what the E8 team did. They used massive computation to fully develop the group E8 and its representations so that they could list its important features.”
One eventual use could be understanding the universe, another example of physics taking advantage of abstract math. Isaac Newton invented calculus to study the motion of objects. Fourier analysis, the mathematics of periodic patterns, proved essential in studying phenomena like light waves, and physicists have employed Lie groups in quantum mechanics and relativity.
“All of the physics of the 20th century is tied up with this language,” Dr. Conrey said.
E8 is the Lie group underlying some superstring theories that physicists are pursuing in an effort to tie gravity and the other fundamental forces of the universe into one theory.
“It could well be E8 that determines the deep inner structure of the universe,” Dr. Adams said.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

a cherry and cherries

Trying of firefighters ignites because there is little less to do
It amounts to a cherry on top
Of a cherry
And then its just cherries and I’ve seen that before
Despite the red
The black
The burgundy of a deeper flavor
Despite the tongue twisting stem
Caught between the fronts of
These teeth
They shed their whiteness to absorb
Fewer things to know
Objectively inside the dissolving subject
Candescent in a sentence
Exploring the implications
Of spit
Saliva moving towards the mountains of what
And what
And where what
Is said is a real pool
And no mirage
Alluding to a cooler place of

Monday, March 12, 2007

entelechy

Entelechy
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Entelechy is a philosophical concept of Aristotle. The term traces to the Ancient Greek word entelecheia, from the combination of the Greek words enteles (complete), telos (end, purpose, completion) and echein (to have). Aristotle coined the word, which could possibly be translated in English as, "having the end within itself." To Aristotle, entelecheia referred to a certain state or sort of being, in which a thing was actively working to be itself. See Metaphysics, where it is contrasted with energeia.
To use Latinate translations, the word denotes actuality or realization as opposed to potentiality. However, the terms actuality and realization should not be taken to imply that an entelecheia is inert or completed, but that the entelecheia is in some way actively being itself.
In some philosophical systems, it may denote a force propelling one to self-fulfillment. This concept occupies a central position in the metaphysics of Leibniz, and is closely related to his monadology. Each sentient entity contains its own entire universe within it, in a sense. Each sentient entity is a monad, an absolutely independent thing that has no contact with any other sentient entity except through the mediating agency of God.
In the biological beliefs known as vitalism living things are animated by an entelechy according to Hans Driesch.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

# 18 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Narcissus always carried
a small hand mirror
just in case there was no water
to see the self in
like most of the rest of humanity
carrying their little vanities
And the child
for the first time seeing
a shell of the self
(and shocked by the sight of it)
Spends the rest of life enslaved
to this so-true-and-false
mirror image
and only now and then seeing
over a shoulder
the world beyond the mirror
and never reflecting
that life itself
be only a samsara illusion
in the hand-held mirror of
some Higher Narcissus
leaning over our
little quivering pool
In which might still be reflected
a totally Ideal Being.





Poem taken from A Far Rockaway of the Heart

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

AutoSummarize

The AutoSummarize tool in the Word program turned 27 pages of my poetry into this 10%:


Direction


south. long and collect dusty print.

Tomorrow morning marries some yesterday’s
death. Sometimes Wake



Top choices go
Layers of light clouds
Thin pearl air
must bend thoughts.















Empty fields
a place altogether

maiden’s heavy
mud feet

Probabilities lit cigars, spoke
Everywhere and nowhere
growing
goodbye

My fading memory,
Physis

Generation overflows
Monumental sequoia
Un-empty voids birth matter
Supple
emptied parts searching for a relation.

broken
the heavy squish sound of my heart popping
for silent escape.

fuckers ran
A concave moon
without breathing in light
side an exiting son
Triangular Monkeys



Laughter
Concepts
are embedded body
Lava grows leaves that turn red
again
transform
Summoned To


A face turned
no cover, no fear for light




























one infallible plan
one infallible plan
one infallible plan.
One infallible plan

falls into the
death of fireflies
Lights leave
The sky is peach
death of fireflies.
death of fireflies

























This dirt
Flown illusion,
clearly that sky
Leg muscles grew closeligament vines overlapped.
Outside Born


Heavy



Yesterday a fly died.Mitosis Reversing


Interchangeable communication
Dried narratives hang loosely from the
old clothing line.
born without opinions
A light arrow, curving, supple, ready to go
but the bow
A light arrow, curving, supple, ready to go
but the bow
devotion, a rounded stream stone turning back
devotion, a rounded stream stone turning back
devotion, a rounded stream stone turning back

Subsiding delicacy
gold.



This was inspired by the poet Sarah Blackman. Yeah, she did it first.
http://thediagram.com/4_3/blackman.html

Monday, March 05, 2007

phoneme, allophone

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoneme

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allophone

Squirrelly Jig is UP


March 5, 2007
Calif. City Tries Squirrel Birth Control
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Filed at 7:52 a.m. ET
SANTA MONICA, Calif. (AP) -- Officials have tried poison, gassing and euthanasia to control a breeding frenzy among squirrels in a city park here. Now, they plan to give birth control a shot.
Under a new program to start this summer, squirrels in Palisades Park will be injected with an immuno-contraceptive vaccine to stunt their sexual development.
''We don't want to kill them if we don't have to,'' said Joe McGrath, the city's parks chief. ''I personally like squirrels, but we also have to be receptive to the county's concerns.''
Health officials say the squirrels, which number about 1,000 in the park, pose a public health risk. They warn that the rodents are aggressive and may carry rabies or host fleas that can spread disease, such as bubonic plague.
Since 1998, Santa Monica has been cited five times by Los Angeles County for squirrel overpopulation. But the suppression methods it has used, including euthanasia, have angered animal-loving activists.
City officials say the infertility shots offer a diplomatic solution.
The vaccine, developed by the U.S. Department of Agriculture, stops ovulation and lactation in female squirrels, and testicular development in males. The shots, running $2 to $10, have no side effects such as swelling, said James Gionfriddo, a USDA wildlife biologist.
Santa Monica would be the second city in the state, after Berkeley, to try the immunization program.
Animal activist Catherine Rich said she supports the vaccine program but believes any health risk posed by the squirrels is overblown.
''There is not a pressing threat of squirrels attacking people,'' Rich said, ''so I don't know why the county is getting their panties in a bunch.''
***All poems are incorrectly formatted. Blogger.com does not allow me to format them they way I want to. saaaaaaaad.