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Poetry / Playing Einstein-Rosen Bridge

Playing Einstein-Rosen Bridge

_Hail to the guardians of the watchtower of the North
the frozen earth and winter_

Each new trick
indistinguishable from magic
now reveals itself as our cards are laid bare
hypothermic exposed
on this table of elements somewhere
encircled by some symbolic symbiotic
alchemic twists
and trumps that force the clockface out of sequence
here where these seats at compass points
converge from murky viscous
confluence of mathematics
and visions
played
platonic solids

_Hail to the guardians of the watchtower of the East
the seething teeming air and spring_

Each new trick
lead in counterintuitives
clockwise stepped spiral
turning this screw of space-time
further and further through the fabric of this
velveteen baize
this sky and breath
so green and panted furry nebulous
beyond the surface substance
like Spinoza spinnaker
billowed by belief
and underneath the courts of the corner kingdoms
find no justice in the game
as king and queen and askance knave
tumble to the wills of windy whispered helix
of central column cast in coded syncopate
to this all seeing eye
where the partners play a hurricane
funnelled elemental balance
and symmetries of scale
played
Cartesian proof

_Hail to the guardians of the watchtower of the South
passions foxfire and sultry summer_

With each new trick
so indistinguishable from magic
where these hands meet in interlace
and furtive glances signal soft intent
to melt this world away
the stable conduit conceit
becomes bent under its own weight
theoretical
subversive sub vocal, sub universal
knowingly sub critical mass
here where this three headed beast
these old dogs teach
completing the square
searing gravitational tear
played
to parabolic ear
that hears
the echoing
“let there be light”

_Hail to the guardians of the watchtower of the west
the turning churning hues water and fall_

Each
new trick
in rhythmic herethen nowwhen blend
and the apprentice sees
the tarot game of Wicca men
come to Ace of Spades
the gateway
high
and the understanding of the infinite space
in a needle’s eye
so for to pass a caravan of camels through
played
in soft metamorphosis

the dream that I’m a butterfly.

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Jimmel104 avatar General Stranger

November 23, 2007

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I am a newbie to Ubis and have given only one 9 prior in perhaps 20 reviews. There are no 10’s, as a heart stomping poet technician made me realise earlier.
I give you this bit of personal insight so you can properly judge what I feel, please, not thought, about your work.
To the review:
Magnificent to read, wonderful to look at. See how the sentences ebb and flow; first shorter, than longer. Hear the words, fell the words slip melodically off your tongue and tumble out to paint a picture of, of, good heavens, I have no idea! It matters not. this is a great work to read and I understand less than zero per cent of it. Except of course for the last line.
I do know what a Wicca is, got one tangled in my fishing net once. And as for a black hole; I have been trying to get the street department to fix it for months now.
Oh well, no matter. Whenever I see your name I will read the piece since I now know that I can enjoy a work and know not the first thing about which was said.

Jim

jweeble avatar General Stranger

November 23, 2007

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Being a science teacher and mesmerized by the immense possibility presented by the bridge, I am intrigued and entertained by this piece. To someone unknowledgeable, the terminology may be a bit too much to handle. However, with that said, the imagery is masterful and the ideas grand:).  The last line I don’t feel is strong enough for this piece, even if it does bring to mind the butterfly effect and all that it entails. LOVED “wills of windy whispered helix” to describe DNA. Wonderful use of alliteration!  More punctuation would also strengthen the piece – helps with the connections – which I’m certain you understand.

Weaver avatar General Stranger

August 06, 2007

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Okay, I freely admit that I chose to review this based entirely on the title…

You managed to use indirect referrences to the ‘dogs playing poker’ painting and to Cerebus in the same poem, and make it work and not seem silly.  That takes talent.  And education.  And a mind that pulls ideas and images from its own deep ‘closet of trivia’ and makes them all dance widershins…

You wrote a poem about playing bridge (a game I only barely understand because several of my friends play it) and make it into art.  Them you wove in images of magic/mysticism and did some really cool stuff with aliteration and repetition of word shapes.  You even work the physics of anactual Einstein-Rosen bridge into it (“searing gravitational tear”).

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December 07, 2006

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the poem signified universal wantonness…and believe me, to garble the universe requires one to have encompassed it and wield all its extent within in their impulses, as to create such a things as you have here…

the words, the connotations of words, whirl galactic within my head…earthly convention and introspective thoughts mingled and are transposed and mingled in a soft-reading vortex of everything we have begun to approach…

the subjective figments of the mind transcend those fleshy barriers and dance interlaced with heavenly bodies incomprehensible in their expansiveness, yet the mind becomes one with the void and the indefinite non-phenomenological cosmos beyond ourselves, or i at least i can feel it, by the way you connect concrete things, such as human conditions and other objective references with all else, it draws us out and places us out in the universe…immaterial, where nothing is everything and everything is nothing…

very interesting…

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October 13, 2006

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I love the imagery and wording on this one.

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October 13, 2006

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I can tell you put alot into this as it stream together well, and im sure could find a place in a genre poem book

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