The title of this (haiku) poem is my own coined word for the reverse of entropy (from our frame) experienced by “retropic” (faster than light speed) particles, such as tachyons. RETROPY Sometimes particles can go faster than light speed and backwards in time.Read more "RETROPY"
THE IMAGINARY ABSOLUTE Gustav Köln was a physicist for life. His work had been all that mattered to him, but he had recently taken a wife – a dedicated co-worker named Kim. She’d always been worshipfully supportive to scientific quests and inquiry, but she had turned quite clearly abortive on what was his big opportunity. […]Read more "THE IMAGINARY ABSOLUTE"
(Wait for it …) ENERGETIC EVENTS Quarks flee bondage from gluons in forced collisions and matter annihilation. One good thing about nature is that there’s lots of it. This poem is the more standard fibonacci form, in the line syllable sequence: 1 – 1 – 2 – 3 – 5 – 8 – 13 […]Read more "ENERGETIC EVENTS"
Press play then scroll along QUARK OF FATE Since we ourselves learned how to create, we’ve pondered our night sky’s creation. “Twinkle, Twinkle,” was the song we sang, till Science showed stars are condensate of dust and background radiation from the silent light of the Big Bang. We thought their motions controlled […]Read more "Quark Of Fate"
Poetry and Science Science tries to answer some great questions, in fact the greatest questions of our day. At very least, it offers suggestions for how to frame these questions, anyway. This role is one that poets, too, have played. Both correlate their data to convey their particular premise and persuade, or at least to […]Read more "Poetry And Science"
UNPUBLISHED FINDINGS They granulate the universe to pulp, crashing particles only newly found. They figure their trajectories and gulp, “So much data upon which to expound!” Their energies unbound by quantum course, they separate the world we think we know. They rip particles into force by force. Unification’s where they say they’ll go. At last, […]Read more "Unpublished Findings"
CAN’T DIS CERN Take two Swiss clocks, Swiss for their precision; accelerate them near the speed of light; steer them into a direct collision to smash them with all available might. Splinter their casings and dislodge their gears, and, like they were some vogue, hotsy-totsy starlet involved in political smears, quick-snap pictures like the paparazzi. […]Read more "Can’t Dis CERN"