What the Dark Matter Says
by Gary Hardaway
Each observer is the universe of its observations.
That's all there is for us
and it is sad that conjunctions are illusory.
There can be no convergence.
There is only the talking that talks about
an angle of sight nothing else can share.
We talk on anyway. It's all that we can do
and will never be enough
to unify the wave and the particle
in one instance of is.
We are mad for definition
but incapable of anything like
the stillness definition requires,
the absolute zero wherein nothing moves
and therefore nothing is.
Thoughtful, provocative, accepting. This is not as lonely a few lines as they seemed on first reading. *
Love the contrast of what drives us and what our existence needs to be. There is beauty in flux fed by the desire to remain still. Dynamic work.*
Seems to me you here reached the stillness to define the dilemma. *
So we talk on. Keep talking, Gary. *
"It's all that we can do
and will never be enough
to unify the wave and the particle
in one instance of is."
Connects in my head to Charles Wright and Anna Akhmatova. I like.
Nicely done. And I'm not even high.
WOW! Gary, I love this and so agree with all you say! Thank you for being compelled to write this after reading "Bound By Blue." I am thankful you read it! HUGS, Meg
This feels so real and experiential to me. *
"It's all that we can do / and will never be enough /
to unify the wave and the particle / in one instance of is."
If I had to quote your work to someone who's never read it, I'd pick these lines.*
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"Each observer is the universe of its observations."
Love this opening.
Maybe my favorite of many favorites. "We talk on anyway. It's all that we can do
and will never be enough
to unify the wave and the particle
in one instance of is."*
This is such powerful work, Gary! And I really like that it was prompted by Meg's amazing story, Breaking the Code, from her collection, Bound By Blue! Each one of her brilliant stories begs for a "response," yes. And yet this piece really stands on its own. Bravo!
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Well said. *
Mad eke think about death. Oh boink. Still, mucho *
A rhythmic meditation on metaphysics and existentialism. *
Whoa, I like this a lot, despite having a huge fear of all things space (especially dark matter).
Thank you all very much for reading and commenting. The encouragement is a great comfort.
This went right over my head, but I enjoyed it anyway.
Thank you, Roz.
A neat summation of the conflict between the dsire for sympathetic companionship and the need to stay individual. He's not a poet I actually like, but this reads a bit like one of the better shorter poems of John Ashbery with a bit of Wallace Stevens thrown in.