#quantum poetry

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[jimmy-the-peach]

QUANTUM POETRY - Jimmy the Peach

Poetry into the eleventh dimension does not rely upon the rules of any one universe. Quantum poetry, by it’s very nature, changes what it describes. Why not challenge comfortable understandings? Somewhere else we are surely inspired right now by things that mean nothing to us here.

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[gbeckla]

Mind

It’s exhausting preparing for every future.When you’re nearing 60, escaping sounds good.A quantum jump, not the other kind.They tell me not to think about it, butI keep hoping I wake up in another life so relieved there are tears and a huge smile, reset. It’s happened before. I was being convictedof a crime I didn’t commit. Then I woke up!I need it to happen again.Maybe it will again.It’s…

[polec]

Poema Quantico

Dal finestrino in corsa vedo

gocce d’acqua raddensate

in forma di medusa

(o calamaro vulcano)

scomposte in forze

sovrapposte.

Un ciclico risucchio

intrecciato

a particelle danzanti

che mutano in lettere

fra le scosse elettriche

dei cavi sospesi

in scintille

nell'attrito metallico

di velocità che scorre a onde

lampeggiano meteore.

In un preciso istante

Tutto parte da una vibrazione

legame teso fra due cose

bulbo capelluto

ricoperto in fasce di luce

attimi brevi come lampi

energia vomitata dalle profondità

fiore numerico strappato dal basso

fluida ricomposizione d’organo corporeo

smantellato

inghiottito

rimasticato

risucchiato

in filamenti

su superfici digitalizzate

nell’orizzonte

di un turbine elettromagnetico

molecole chimiche

suonano musica

e colori

e frequenze d’elettroni

collassano in foglie d’oro

nella catastrofe degli ultravioletti

fotosintesi foto-elettriche

nel campo di battaglia della realtà

nel campo delle possibilità

nell’azione spettrale

l’ombra di un profumo

candele gialle

d’estate.

Brillava d’acqua l’asfalto

dal finestrino dvacet šest

e non sapevo che quel momento

lo Stesso era anche un Altro

come da un brusco risveglio

mutato il numero mi ritrovai

in un luogo sconosciuto

fuori dallo spazio e dal tempo.

- “ 26, dove sei? “

- “ Sono 3”

- “ Perché? “

Laconico e beffardo

il sorriso e lo sguardo dell’autista

che sa, ma non dice.

Dal finestrino in corsa

a colori e frequenze invertite

la comunicazione irradia

suoni odori figure

mai prima viste o sentite.

L’orologio segna le ore

ricordi affiorano come lettere.

Faccio prove di un tempo

messo lì a guardare

Nascondere

nella luce accecante

di una lampada

sul lungofiume bagnato

di una notte quantica.

Fumo di sigaretta a doppia elica

sul marciapiede

sotto la pioggia

“ Studio psicologia"

“ E tu?"

[kripimalviya]

Science and Poetry

[xanthehorner]

event horizon

Here’s the greater theatre of human conditioning

Because you’re so utterly convinced,

That everything you didn’t read in poetry and essayistic magazines

There is to know about me

I’m going to skirt around my aloofness

Ply you with wanton distraction

For everybody that loves me

I’ve got antibodies

And integers of half-attempts

To plot my fault lines

I reached a limitation,

All that was dark and subconsciously shifting

Came rushing out of me

You peeled back my face

Encased me in an open field

And deciphered meaning under the moon I missed

When we were sucking fingers

I gained form in the scarce recognition

The shadow dance that took place beneath my nails

Trailing your curls with my teeth

Tell me what it is you howl for

Why you’re gift wrapped in iron

And sodium-chloride expectation

Blue light flickering

Unfamiliar frequency

It’s these resonant tremors

Of their own will and consequence

I want these gentle movements to pause

Reoccurring simultaneously

Every dead thing I wanted to say to you

Staggered into contraction

Where nothing escapes

And everything vanishes

Flux

Reflux

[fritfilter]

(via 30 Days of “Quantum Poetry” Celebrating the Glory of Science | Brain Pickings)

[francois26-blog]

FREQUENCY

A cold front approaching harsh Winter encroaching but when I peep under the covers all is sweetness and light and I wonder at what joint frequency we should be resonating our atoms so attuned that there is wave of flow motion (keeping the covers closed lest ice contrive a foothold).