above (somehow below)

he thought that if he climbed he would find himself inside the blue but the higher up he rose the clearer became the air clear below blue above and another step to scale the gradient became another step into the clear until quite suddenly he found himself standing in the black then on looking down … Continue reading above (somehow below)

ever blue (the truth about sunsh-ion-e)

there is no blue above that is a lie created just to fool my eyes I blame the sun for sh-ion-ing so zealously for sh-ion-ing at all the sun does not shine true color I don’t believe that it is even yellow all is ions energy and matter do not believe them if they tell … Continue reading ever blue (the truth about sunsh-ion-e)

spectating science sports – the speed of light (in vacuum)

the show seemed over almost before it had begun the ticket-seller had said things like spectacular unforgettable once in a life time and so he had handed over his money in exchange at least he thought he’d had a ringside seat at least the event was held in quiet so he could concentrate without distraction … Continue reading spectating science sports – the speed of light (in vacuum)

the short road

Poem #248 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction straight lines in the plane (all but the kite) great circles in the sphere transversals orthodomes my hemisphere your hemisphere I belie I correspond with all of your angles follow the minor … Continue reading the short road

math storm

Poem #193 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction it was a storm of sorts numbers and symbols equations detached sections of grand formulae all fell striking him as he capered kicking at decimal places splashing isolated denominators an illumination flashed … Continue reading math storm

the reality of a chance

Poem #181 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he was interested in reality thought it provocative he would list his observations one-by-one through the day each detailed on a block of lined paper sometimes a line or two sometimes a … Continue reading the reality of a chance