One hand drawing the other, both right,
both incomplete. Something like the uroboros,
but no eating involved and nothing
like my bank account which might
actually be a quantifiable thing
if the universe wasn't expanding, but porous.
I'd be more efficient if I could
smoke with my right hand, he must have been --
that's what his left hand was doing...
Not fading... I don't know. What I would
like to know is why it's quantum sin
to know both where you are and where you're going?
Maybe he saying saying you're a mirror
to your actions...? Nah! No wonder the hands
are both right and three-dimensional,
at least to the eye. If we can infer
three of them from two then how do add?
No less multiply? And the wherewithal
of a priest to speak of salvation?
They get one from three, and I get
a rubber check while Heisenberg
laughs on his way to the occassional
bank, and Escher considers a marmoset
teaching physics and living in the suburbs!
If we can prove, by math, that a black hole smaller
than a quark but heavier than the sun
can exist then shouldn't we be able
to market it as a new garbage disposal?
Why do we have to cast just one
reflection, as he suggests, instead of a stable
of forms, mutually exclusive, Freudian even--
One reading in the dark while another
plays softball on the weekend with the guys
from work. Quantum physics, cooking cajun
and mall-bashing could all be related to weather
forecasts. It all depends on the shape of your eye.
Mom once said that schizophrenia was like cooking:
You never knew what you had util you tasted it.
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Written in the spring on 1991, revised very little. I did a little clean up while typing it up here. This is one that should be read aloud to understand the rhythms in place. And, while I don't agree with the speaker anymore, at times I'm almost convinced by his argument, such as it is.
Ta,
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