AT ELSINORE (ACT II)

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Hamlet, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, quantum, Shakespeare, wordplay

AT ELSINORE (ACT II)

the time
was out of joint

so Schrödinger’s cat
rolled one for
the two of us
and we
smoked it

left me thinking
if I had
brought a guitar
could turn this
blank verse
into reggae

give it
some Caribbean
soul

this long
before Bob Marley
and the glorious
history of British
slavers
enriching themselves
off the suffering of
poor African folk

but we
(cat and I)
were desperate to
get into the
castle
having back-stage passes
reckoning we
could knock a
few walls down
if needs be
it being all papier-mâché

or worm our way in
disguised as grave diggers
so many
about to die
bound to
need extra labour

(cat wondering
why Osric
should be spared

asking what
–but for the
stylish extravagance
of his whiskers —
joy or
sense of
purpose
his survival might bring

GRAVITY GIRL

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erotic, general relativity, gravity, Metaphysical, physical, physics, poem, poetry, quantum, Sensual

GRAVITY GIRL

the rainbow of
your gravity

bends
space and time

goes quantum
connection

splits
the atom

every mad
molecule of
my heart

MEANWHILE

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Cosmology, Creation, Creativity, Ending, God, Humanity, meaning, physics, poem, poetry, stephen Hawking

MEANWHILE

God was poring over
A Brief History of Time

bemused by
the idea of ultimate particles
and a
theory of everything

taking time out
whilst entropy had stalled
universal expansion
(with the
weight of credit
the whole
of Creation weighed down)

meanwhile
I was in a coffee-shop
watching myself be performed

him (the actor) compiling a list
of things that could not possibly have holes

drinking a latte as only
I would
my world
a
space of
loneliness (only thing
I could think of —
or so I wrote
in the script) that

could not possibly have
a hole

whereupon he
commented on the way
the milky liquid swirled when
excited by
a spoon

almost like the
birth of the galaxy

which was not
In my script so he
must have ad-libbed

sometimes I forget
the difference between write
and being written

HE WANTED TO KNOW

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Humanity, identity, mass society, poem, poetry, postmodern, quantum

HE WANTED TO KNOW

he wanted to know
where he stood

this quantum
postmodernism could
not be good

for keeping balance, feeling
on stable ground
confidence that
one might stop
and look around

not be trampled by
morning rush,
by
evening crowd,
sweeping down
the street, across
the road

from point A to B
not stream
of particles but
monstrous tsunami

THE SKY BUCKLES

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Consciousness, Creativity, Humanity, Language, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, semiotics, time, wordplay, writing

THE SKY BUCKLES

The physics Professor
cabled the poet, said

you writers have no insight
into the nature of things
(once the great Lucretius passed
that great understanding gone
sadly lacking)

told him off sharply for his deployment
of preposterous verb after preposterous verb

dragging the no sense
down into nonsense

dim place
without true knowledge of processes
(“the sky buckles
the Earth speaks

what nonsense is
this”)

such false pride, devious ego assumptions,
same as with the climbers who
stumble in the death zone descent
die like flies
(not that flies can reach them
or decay ever

the minus sign that withholds
the fair redistribution of their atoms

so great an outlay on
the right to die without real dignity

whilst I can (here we go with these verbs again)
sink into the soft demolishment of self
the loosening, untethering of all memories
that the
winds might take them blow
them from the summit like
freshly-fallen snow

subtract me from that consciousness
that is little more than
delusion of matter, philosophical
abstraction

deploying to this end all
your verbs rigidly Newtonian, constitutionally-approved,

there to
beat all the sympathy, empathy
out of me
hard Nature in

that the course you have charted (calculating
mass as opposed to energy)
might bring me to
the mirror of the truth that
governs all
seemingly evolving

get those selfish, time-denying atoms, to speak
only when
spoken to

adamant in their madness
that they
are here (voicing as collective)

to
speak what
needs to be spoken

and so will,
must speak

perforce express

(and if the sky buckle fearing the
fake power of this medium

let these verbs have
their way

let each
do its worst)

AS A MOUSE

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poem, poetry, quantum

AS A MOUSE

we are dual
flesh and
spirit
wave
and particle

and you
whom I am
most particular about

you are
woman
but simultaneously

mystical, mythological
sexual creature

at once
massive as a tyrannosaur
(threatening
Cathedral-sized ecstasy)

and
tiny, humble and
utterly receptive
as a mouse

simple
house mouse

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

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conceit, Desire, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, quantum, science, wit

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

closer we are
getting

ever closer

so close we
embrace each other now
at the subatomic level

waves and
particles
such
our dream
duality, supreme
synthesis
what do we
care about
superficial
“human”
skin difference?

so deeply entangled
we
span the cosmos
as what we are

and so we
have to
sensuous spooky action
at
unbelievable distance

UP NOR DOWN

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Alien, poem, poetry, quantum, Universe

UP NOR DOWN

alien insects
wings beating
knocking
at the door

are under the floorboards
in the rafters

to totally disorientated me:
this their plan

evil mission
to confuse me forever

get me to think
this Universe mapped
and Mercator projected

is one two three four
eight dimensional
quantum infinitesimal
has neither
up
nor down

SPIN ON THINGS

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Evil, ironical/comical, poem, poetry, quantum

SPIN ON
THINGS

thank you
quantum things for
giving me such
a unique
spin

on the problem
of evil

my fear of all your
bad stuff becoming
hopelessly
entangled

with all the
equal and opposite
good stuff
of mine

EQUATION

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Consciousness, erotic, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, quantum, Schrodinger, Sexual innuendo, wordplay

EQUATION

sat next to cat
in the box
waiting on
radioactive decay

stroked her fur
to give comfort
reminding me

of when you and I
sat in a box
me stroking your fur
you dreaming of
alternate worlds, parallel
universes

time
burning the candle at both ends
at all three, four ends

me stroking your fur
wondering how to
transcribe this equation