'I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.' Kurt Vonnegut

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Five Ways of Reading a Dream

The bird pierced with arrows
Andre Masson (1925)


Whitebird of my dream time,
how heavily you sat
in my two cupped hands
wings dragging; you shook
your beak-heavy head slowly
side to side.


Feathers bleached white
as chalk, white as clay,
your beak an orange pointed thing.


Losing your power of flight
you became less of a bird,
more of a burden
to my memory.


Two days later, I saw
your blackfeather brother strut
across the gravel edge of a roadway
showing himself on both journeys,
one that took me away
from home, and the one
that brought me back.


Why did you come to me,
whitebird shot from dream sky,
undying in my hands?
What message should I read
in the pale stars of your eyes?


The Sunday Mini-Challenge  in The Imaginary Garden features American poet, Wallace Stevens. Grace has drawn our attention to Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
The white crow of my dream was first written of HERE and I have revisited that place between sleep and awake, when I wondered what the dream might signify.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Quantum Theory ~ A Sonnet

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.
Edna St Vincent Millay

Observatory Time: The Lovers
Man Ray (1936)

Scientists with Theories about Time
Will tell you why a cup of coffee cools,
How energy equilibrates, unspools,
As heat once transferred from your lips to mine.
There is entanglement of particles
Built up between the state of the hot drink
And the state of the room; you might well think
They give answers in countless articles.
Explain why Time’s Arrow does not fly straight
From now to next week without turning back
To things I said or did before today.
Or tell me why Time cannot outwit Fate,
Cannot untangle Love, or soothe its lack,
Heal these wounds that Physics will not allay.


Ella has asked us to consider the question of Words vs Pictures, and write a poem inspired by a work of art and complimented by a quotation. The artist I selected is Man Ray, and the poet, Edna St Vincent Millay. In keeping with the latter's preferred form, I have chosen to write a sonnet.

HERE is an article I read entitled 'A New Quantum Theory Could Explain the Flow of Time'.