fortune cookie

a fortune cookie told me that i "approach life philosophically and with warmth". fortune cookies are generally yummy, and the faux english message in many of them is deliciously wicked. makes you see the world in new ways. sometimes makes you wonder if there isn't a writer deliberately using nonstandard grammar to effect a sense of strange, making seemingly unintentional uber-coherences.

art

ankles noosed
alive and throbbing
blood of my womb
dripping from the ends of my hair

i am stiff as a brush
dropped in paint
and left to hang

black earth

scorched &
placed in mounds
for us to unremark
as we walk by

friday the 13th

on friday the 13th
someone posted thrice
in the hour of 3.

origami

this piece of paper
folded, creased, crushed.
    ~ darren

11th September 2001 (another pass at it)

In mine nine seconds of eternity
I hold no hatred,
but fly light,
with no secrets in my suitcase.

I stand in space,
arms spread out, fists clenched,
a representative
of humanity
sent to church to bow heads
and be solemn.

A moth watches the leaves go skeletal in the blaze.
A sandcastle falling through an hourglass.
I was in the capsule that crashed.
I suffered beneath the broken storeys.
I take the blame for it all.

Furious eternity
swallowed like a sword
in a cloud of choked fire.


     ~ darren

radioactivity

does the radio have anything to do with radioactivity? well, uranium sure has something to do with radioactivity, and it's cool that at NIST the neutron building where i was working at is building 235. you know, like, uranium-235. neutrons are produced by radioactivity.

11th September 2001

In mine nine seconds of eternity
I hold no hatred,
but fly light,
with no secrets in my suitcase.

I stand in space,
arms spread out, fists clenched,
a representative
of humanity
sent to church to bow heads
and be solemn.

In free fall,
tenderness sticks her anxious fingers in
and massages my sweaty clitoris
into a becoming euphoria.

Furious eternity
swallowed like a sword
in a cloud of choked fire.

A moth watches the leaves go skeletal in the blaze.
A sandcastle in an hourglass.
I was in the capsule that crashed.
I suffered beneath decommissioned debris.
I take the blame for it all.

Time will place perspective into the splash of color
on the sidewalk as I see — saw it
smash slowly, swiftly
wrapping round my red vision.

This piece of paper
folded, creased, crushed


     ~ darren

here's to the homophobes

(if male): do lesbians bother you? probably not, if they're hot.
gay men => less men and more women => you're in greater demand because of lower supply.
so you should be happy each time 2 men hook up.
question: why is it you hate gays again?

(if female): it's a problem if the guy you like is gay, but you still like him, don't you?
so i guess women don't hate gays. and they probably don't hate lesbians either, because i don't know what i'm talking about, really.

dead

this blog has died, but not quite dead, or actually, more in the sense of if it was dead then it was lying around without giving off a foul smell of being dead, for it was still on the internet. it just had not moved for days, and was playing dead. but it's really more like working dead.

there are lots of deer here, at NIST. or maybe they're not called deer, but anyway, i'm not sure how they survive the winter, but they do. they have no clothes, and it's freezing out. and there's snow on the ground, and the grass is all yellow and withered and covered in snow too, did i mention? and i see them poke around and presumably they're eating the yellow snow-covered grass.

they leave nice hoof prints, though, unlike us hunter-humans, the most dangerous carnivores alive. the holes in the snow left behind by them are round, not elongated like shoes. but i guess in china when they still bound feet, ok, but let's not think about that, it's gross. my instant reaction is *gross* and then i wince and then i get angry, but not too angry, because it no longer happens, or so i think, so maybe i should still be angry, since after all women are still not getting their due.

anyway... like i was saying, this blog was pseudo-dead, but i did not kill it. i may be human, and humans may be destructive, but i did not kill it. people usually ask me if neutron beams can kill you. well, they're dangerous, and if you get blasted by the beam long enough, you would probably die.

it's late, and i'm not sure what we're doing here (at NIST). i expect we'll be going off soon.

oh, at dinner i got a fortune cookie that said me and my wife are going to be very happy, or something to that effect. they should have said spouse, because there's a 50% chance the fortune would not be true. i'm not against lesbian marriage or anything, rather, i'm for it, but you know what i mean. i mean, the fortune is already going to be wrong in quite a lot of cases. but ultimately, i quibble, because i got the fortune, and it's my fortune, and the fortune is true. =)

the sun and the moon

the lunar new year is here. the sun is day and the moon is night. the earth goes round the sun and the moon goes round the earth. in a way, the sun has dominion over us and we have dominion over the moon. we need the sun to survive. we have been to the moon. we have to work in the day, we can choose to work at night too. the sun a source of righteous power, the moon blur and ambiguous, we make what we make of it as it waxes and wanes. we stare at the moon, and go blind if we stared at the sun. the moon belongs to us. we belong to the sun.

hello everybody

i'm Brak, and this is the adultswim news... tonight i will explain to the many viewers what this "many-body" problem is all about. since so many of you have asked (actually, no one did, but this is my show, so i get to make up stuff), i'll tell you.

it's a field of physics dealing with several objects, like planets and stars attracting each other and that kind of thing. it gets quite difficult when there are 3 or more objects involved, all interacting with each other (kinda like if in billiards the balls were electrostatically charged and repelled and attracted all the time).

baabye!

p.s. it's a metaphor for society, of course, a cool problem waiting to be solved.

for love... (a mini manifesto)

A physical poet stands for love, understanding. Science, progress through knowledge, moving from fact to interpretation. Truth (with a capital T, since it is the first word in a sentence) is essential, and it can always only be an approximation (for physical, empirically deduced truths), an approximation through multiplicity. Sentience is the joy of life. We must each think for ourselves.

We have a grave responsibility to put ethics back into our lives. Respect for life, for freedom, is best assured through individual responsibility. Apathy that tells us we do not matter is the main corruption that allows wrongs to persist, to prevail.

A physical poet represents the two greatest forms of power necessary to fight evil. This power, and the responsibility for this power, should always be decentralized, cherished and preserved by every individual. These two things: Words and Weapons, they are free speech and self-defence.

Without this power, institutionalized injustice is immortal. Everyone has a fundamental right to education and a means of self-defence. We must fight for this.

I am, and think I am a physical poet. I will actually put up a few poems here, in time.

- physical poetry -

i kinda thought that physical poetry has already been defined, and i'm right, as far as google is concerned. the idea is basically poetry that involves the physical body, sorta like performance poetry, a cross between theatre and poetry. that's one definition. another interpretation is that it's poetry that focusses on the physical world, as opposed to the more feeling/emotion-driven or metaphysical types of poetry (dealing with philosophy and what-not).

the way i use the term to describe my work is somewhat different, in that "physical" derives from physics (rather than vice-versa). in this sense, physical poetry is almost like that second "other than metaphysical" type of poetry, but with more of a scientific leaning. savvy?

p.s. Pirates of the Carribean is a good movie. Johnny is cute.

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Beer Pong – A Community Dilemma
Ping Pong balls continue to disappear at a rapid rate at the newly installed community ping pong table “on the stones” in Wilcox Hall. Your College Office does not have an unlimited supply of ping pong balls, and if they continue to disappear for other games which the College Office does not condone or support, the supply of balls will be exhausted. Sporting equipment can be purchased locally at the following locations:

Dick’s Sporting Goods – Affordable. (Who named this place?)
Target – Cheap.
Wal-Mart – Cheaper.

Exhaust the College supply, and Ping Pong as we know it may be no more. Got balls? Drop them in the supply bucket located near the gaming table. Help us help you to continue to play a healthy game.

welcome!

i shall define "physical poetry" shortly.