Fast Day 199 March 26 2011 {A Schmear on the Bagel...} כשר פיזיקה

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A Schmear of Probabilty on the Bagel of My Life
Poem Against Nuclear Power Industry

My house is built with Heisenberg struts
and joiners and joists and beams,
It requires no maintenance as long
as no one looks!
thereby collapsing the wave function
into Tivoli gardens;
It is a schmear of probability
wide spread on the bagel of my life.

One cannot see the dadoes nor the cuts
only smooth transition seams,
fibers run like termites to prolong
brackets one sees!
force-fields and vector-jackets both junction
and bracket protozoans.
it's the sum of all my ungefillte
wishes, all now fargeyts, in midst of strife.

Challa baked before all time, and blintzes
with spin and strange and charms:
ingredients of house and song!
blessings we view!
quantum cats like matza ball abstraction,
rolled in egg and sold in tins;
Upon a cross of nuclear energy
crucify us now!: husband, children, wife!

Heisenberg

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notes
Theme: Nuclear Physics and Quantum Physics.
Heisenberg: Werner Heisenberg, quantum physicist
Tivoli: garden and park in Denmark, reference to Niels Bohr
ungefillte: unfilled
fargeyts: forget, forgotten
Challa: challa bread for shabbas
blintzes: Jewish crepes.
matza: a meal made of crumbled matza crackers usually rolled into balls for dumplings in matza ball soup.
quantum cat: Schrodinger's cat, a famous quantum paradox.

The rhyme scheme/ structure is:
a b c (vision word)  d e f g
a b c (vision word)  d e f g
a b c (vision word)  d e f g
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Fast Day 198 March 18 2011 {Questions from a Kid in the ICU...}

 Questions From a Kid in the ICU on Valentine's Day

"Father, why did God give us eyes?"

strewn like a quilt across her bed
were crayon'd classmates' Valentines;
his arm asleep beneath her head,
while monitoring vital signs.
He said, "So we can color and can play!
Go to gramma's on Summer Lake,
where we can see the Milky Way!
And count candles on your birthday cake!

Even though we stay outside
and color books with paint carnations...
allergies and gramma's dogs..." he sighed,
her party dress like white impatiens.
Oedipus the same question asked,
dandled on Jocasta's knee;
young innocents put to the task
of dealing with eternity!

"Daddy, I don't know exactly why...
God gave us eyes so we can cry."

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draft 1:  http://peace-weaving.blogspot.com/2011/03/fast-day-198-march-18-2011-questions.html

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draft 1 Fast Day 198 March 18 2011 (Questions from an ICU Kid...)

Questions From A Kid in the ICU on Valentine's Day

"Father, why did God give us eyes?"

strewn like a quilt across her bed
were crayon'd classmates' Valentines;
his arm asleep beneath her head,
while monitoring vital signs.
He said, "So we can color and can play!
Go to gramma's on Summer Lake,
where we can see the Milky Way!
And count candles on your birthday cake!

Even though we stay outside...
allergies and gramma's dogs..." he sighed.

(O, Crayon robins! Paint carnations!
Color candle-songs with long wicks!
People... peonies of all nations!
Father's love bright pigments mix!)

"Daddy, I don't know exactly why...
God gave us eyes so we can cry."

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notes

final draft:  http://peace-weaving.blogspot.com/2011/03/draft-2-day-198-questions-from-kid-in.html

I do not know about this. It takes me a day or two of vacation away from being focused before I can read something again.  It was very tricky not to make it sound like something maudlin, like some of Thomas Hardy's ironic poems... he has one I have in mind which is a caution I try to stay away from. I still like Hardy.

Welcome AnNySs

Welcome to AnNySs.
My experience of Malaysia is, unfortunately, restricted to Anthony Burgess' stories and novels set in Malaysia during the period when Britain was still hanging around. My knowledge of the culture and science and society is, therefore, restricted to Brits suffering from the heat and drinking Tiger Beer. I shall remedy this failing soon, and get some overdue background in modern day Malaysia, which, by all accounts, is a super place with rather good food, too.

Fast Day 197 March 11 2011 { Jonah }

Jonah was a Lifeguard


If Leviathan had not swallowed me,
I would have eaten him,
hungry lifeguard of worlds was I
although I hardly swim.

Expectorate upon the beach,
I tried to catch my breath:
what lessons did I have to teach?
or should I leave by stealth?

Words of gold placed in my mouth
as I shiver and I stand,
The angels of the Lord come forth
and warm me on the strand:

Walk into the market place;
do stand-up for the crowd;
cymbal shod and  golden lace
O, pilgrim weak, yet proud!

Riddle, puzzle: whence your strength
to ride across the sea?
How wide your bedrock, what the length
is His love for thee?

Fast Day 196: March 5 2011 {Woodcut}

Woodcut

People are yelling woodcut words,
gouged into beech blocks, the background
chiseled out and black, sticky ink
spread out over the block's surface:
and fourteen weighty stones are placed
to coerce the ink and paper;
the black and white of simple life,
with red ochrous ink for the blood
ever drying, ever needing
fresh supply from my madder veins!