That girdle!

A movement in the outerverse
A quantum jump, a state change starting a wave
As far as we’ve got in thousands of years
A vegetable attached to a rock
Calling for Mother in the night
I at the surface don’t see the drip
I see the wave, not the jump
Ripples in the pooliverse
Someone says that there is no rock
and that there is no rock is the rock
Stop — write poems to the rock
Stretching toward the moon
Supposed to just go a-ha
That Gödel! His theorem!
The calling voice
The fear of the brain dissolving
The plant that flowers every spring
The projection of a larger movement
The seed calling for the sun, the rain
The sprouted seed
The sudden rhythm
The things the body wants
The tree that must always grow more branches
The voice that depends on darkness
Tomorrow the heartbeat ripples are gone
Tomorrow there is almost no rain
To love them anyway
To not care that they’re broken
To stop
Waves appear on the surface
Waves also descend through the water
and hit the bottom and bounce
Without a cogito, without a poem

From A coat of ashes




The Sage and the Physicist

The Physicist does not tell me not to study.
The Sage does not furnish his text with citations.
The Sage does not postulate gravity and light.
The Physicist is silent on yin, yang and qi.
The Physicist does not claim that Name is the Mother.
The Sage does not construct a non-commutative algebra.
The Sage does not calculate quarks and anti-quarks that suddenly spawn from the void.
The Physicist does not intone verses that have lost their oral context.
The Physicist does not say Dao engenders One which engenders Two which engenders Three.
The Sage does not mention that Higgs thing that splits the trinity.
The Sage does not theorise strong and weak and bright electromagnetic.
The Physicist does not invoke a mysterious Three that engenders the ten thousand things.

The Physicist does not invoke a mysterious Three that engenders the ten thousand things.
The Sage does not theorise strong and weak and bright electromagnetic.
The Sage does not mention that Higgs thing that splits the trinity.
The Physicist does not say Dao engenders One which engenders Two which engenders Three.
The Physicist does not intone verses that have lost their oral context.
The Sage does not calculate quarks and anti-quarks that suddenly spawn from the void.
The Sage does not construct a non-commutative algebra.
The Physicist does not claim that Name is the Mother.
The Physicist is silent on yin, yang and qi.
The Sage does not postulate gravity and light.
The Sage does not furnish his text with citations.
The Physicist does not tell me not to study.

The italicised text is from the 道德经 (Dào Dé Jīng), traditionally attributed to 老子 (Lǎozi), translated by Stephen Addiss and Stanley Lombardo, Hackett Publishing 1993, chapter 42.

The fundamental forces dream

There are five fundamental forces,
     said my son.
Gravitational, Electromagnetic, the Strong, the Weak,
and Hunger.

Hunger
is the fundamental force
from which all the others are derived,
     I said.
And there are accordingly five
fundamental particles.
The one associated with Hunger is called

From A coat of ashes.
First published in The Authorised Theft Papers, the Australasian Association of Writing Programs’ (AAWP’s) 2016 conference proceedings.