Wynging It

the cup

the cup
the lamp
the desk
the pen
the silence of thoughts in my head.

Amidst the black white

Amidst the black white,
The school slabs, the hard grey stones,
The solitary thought.

Resonating quiet;
It strays to many things: here an opinion,
There, trickles and streams...

Into the white night
A strange beauty weaves
As the thought spirals beyond.

Light beams fall upon

Light beams fall upon

Craggy waves, through the clouds;

A still winter day.

eleven thirty two

Eleven thirty two
nothing.

Sounds, lights, the night.

Eleven thirty three.

Public Understanding of Science - A History of Communicating Scientific Ideas

Formed by excerpting words from a book by David Knight.

Pg 7.
Willhelm and Alexander von Humboldt come to play,
Spending a life in William Blake's day.

Pg 44.
Principia Mathematica abounds in sexual characters.

Pg 76.
Utopian sciences; manual skills learned while
The steam engine led to the industrial world.

Pg 77.
Descartes, Newton; an intuitive 'self-help'...
Make sense of the modern body.

Pg 78.
Watt Black Birmingham!

Pg 119.
Imagining: nostrum, panic, dogmas...
A chimera like the law;
Enough for ordination; way of entering
The elementary first principle.

Pg 120.
Invent his new world:
The lover, the poet;
Water and flame...
Truth the chasm of universal interest.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow will arrive...
Whoosh! A flurry of activity,
Classes, a physical, lunch with friends,
Work, play, breath...
And then..

what?

Does it flutter away in lightness? Or simply join
the multitudes of tomorrows;
An endless urban repetition
that weighs the day into the night.

A day in the life..

Tuesday. I depart for Singapore on Saturday, embarking on an epic flight from Santiago to Atlanta to Chicago to Tokyo to Singapore.

Today after lunch I read Medea by Euripedes, and found these lines extremely beautiful:

The bride will take her diadem,
she'll take her golden ruin.
With her own hand she'll fix
across her lovely yellow hair
the jewelry of death.

Tomorrow is a public holiday in Chile: the Assumption of Mary. That means no work woo.

Today a friend offered

Today a friend offered
me earplugs. I took them and descended
Into silence.

The city awakes

The city awakes
When I step out of my door. It is me;
My actions, like the cries of the herald,
That summons its dawn.

Two seconds: shut-eye;

Two seconds: shut-eye;
Spiral rapidly down the
Transient rabbit hole.