Mechanical
He was looking at a sunny window. He didn’t know what a window was. He thought it was a door and walked out. Time has stopped. Even if he had some notions about flying, he kept his wings in the pockets, and fell down. Now, the window he looked at is covered with a velvet curtain and his chair is moved facing the wall.
Afterwards, he learnt that you could feel the gravitation only up high.
However, it was a wonderful window.
Optical
She was looking at a waved mirror. Until then, she hasn’t seen such a strange mirror, she thought it was the ocean and jumped to swim in it. Time has stopped. The mirror couldn’t keep her inside and spitted her out, through the other side, the dark one.
Afterwards, she learnt that a mirror is only a thin layer of silver.
However, it was a wonderful mirror.
The Quantum Theory
I have already seen my dream you saw the other day. Suddenly, the sky has been covered with stars. Torrential rain has filled with life the arid deep wounds of the desert. Rivers and falls? Blue heavy drops. Giggling. Wet yellowish rocks breathing in their calcareous nests. And stars, jealous of the transparent rainbow, aligned in concentric circles around King Solomon, blowing diamond dust over our sweaty bodies. One song. No mouths, no faces, no cries, no tears. Enormous opened windows, marvelous hollow mirrors watching the flow of water.
The day I discovered that mirrors were made of silver.
Comentarii
Sixtus -
"The Quantum Theory I have already seen my dream you saw the other day. Suddenly, the sky has been covered with stars. Torrential rain has filled with life the arid deep wounds of the desert. Rivers and falls? Blue heavy drops. Giggling. Wet yellowish rocks breathing in their calcareous nests. And stars, jealous of the transparent rainbow, aligned in concentric circles around King Solomon, blowing diamond dust over our sweaty bodies. One song. No mouths, no faces, no cries, no tears. Enormous opened windows, marvelous hollow mirrors watching the flow of water. The day I discovered that mirrors were made of silver." Stimată Doamnă, Altă dată m-ai invitat, în altă parte decât aici, să te comentez la obiect. Iată-mă acum, aici. Atunci, referindu-mă la un text al dumitale care nu spunea nimic (dacă nimic înseamnă că un clown care e suficient de lucid să-și dea seama că este clown, lucru pe care alții îl spuseseră mult mai bine) cred că am avut dreptate. În schimb, mărturisesc că "Mălai"-ul (e vorba de poezia postată pe acest sit) dumitale mi-a rămas extrem de pregnant în minte (ca imagine). Dar să revin la chestiune. O sugestie: încearcă să pătrunzi dincolo de "quantic". Acolo de unde "spațiul" și "timpul" vin sub formă de quante "spațiu-timp". Și ai să "vezi" cum prin acea " Enormous opened windows" se vede…Ei, dacă vei putea spune (sau sugera) ce se vede, îmi voi scoate pălăria și-ți voi săruta mâna. Iar în ceea ce privește încheierea prezentului text: "The day I discovered that mirrors were made of silver" nu cred că e prea fericită.
solomon -
domnule gorun, onorata de interesul acordat textului, mai ales ca este un text in engleza, iar la textele in limbi straine nu prea primesc comentarii. inteleg perfect ce doriti sa-mi spuneti si voi incerca sa schimb cate ceva. altfel, eu sper ca, daca ne vom cunoaste, va veti scoate palaria si imi veti saruta mana, oricum. :) multumesc si va mai astept
Sixtus -
P.S. În prefața autorului la " TAO of Physics" de Fitjorf Capra se regăsesc următoarele: "Five years ago, I had a beautiful experience…I was sitting by the ocean one late summer aftenoon watching the waves rolling in and feeling the rhythm of my breathing, when I suddenly became aware of my whole environment as being engaged in a gigantic cosmic dance. Being a physicist, I knew that the sand, rocks, water, and air around me were made of vibrating molecules and atoms, and that these consisted of particles which interacted with one another by creating and destroying other particles. I knew also that the earth's atmosphere was continually bomarded by showers of 'cosmic rays'…As I sat on that beach my former experiences came to life. I 'saw' cascades of energy coming down from outer space, in which particles were created and destroyed in rhythmic pulses; I 'saw' the atoms of the elements and those of my body participating in this cosmic dance of energy. I felt its rhythm and I 'heard' its sound, and… I knew that this was the Dance of Shiva, the Lord of Dancers workshiped by the Hindus.' De unde se vede că fizicienii (dar și matematicienii) - nu cei pârâți care se ocupă de fizica și matematica aplicată - sunt mai "poeți" decât poeții. Rog să-mi fie iertate eventualele "Typos"-uri în transcrierea textului lui F.C. Sărut mâna, Doamnă (fără să te cunosc) și fie-mi iertate unele licențe de limbaj cu care te-am gratulat altă dată. Dar să nu te aștepți să nu se repete (nu aici că mă dau afară moderatorii). Așa, de distracție și nu din răutate. G.M.
solomon -
...daca sunt "licente poetice", voi fi onorata se le primesc si, cu siguranta, ma voi gandi si la replici pe masura, domnule gorun. fragmentul pe care mi l-ati reprodus este excelent. m-ar interesa un link spre el, daca este cu putinta. pana la urma, ce ne-am face fara distractia presarata cu putina rautate, intr-o asa vara caniculara in care granele patriei noastre se usuca in arsita si poetii se trateaza de akedia... ?! :)
Sixtus -
Îmi pare rău, dar "TAO of Physics' (ediție din 1975) eu o am "trasă la xerox" de pe timpuri (nu mai știu de la cine am împrumutat-o). În schimb există o traducere (proastă) în română: 'Taofizica - o paralelă între fizica modernă și mistica orientală', ed. Tehnică, 1985.
Sixtus -
rectificare: ed. Tehnică, 1995.
solomon -
notat. memorat. multumesc.
Sapphire -
Ioana, I cannot help reminding myself, each time I encounter this subject, of a controversial movie, which nevertheless talks a little more than we would expect about the poetry of quanta. Your approach here is interesting, but if you come to think about it, one should expect that once you begin wondering whether the world is really made of what we think it is, and whether or not our mind has powers of creating reality, the possibilities are unlimited. Cause that’s exactly what should be beyond that window: a world of possibilities… So: true, the ending does not seem to corroborate with the rest of the text. If I were you, I’d let go of the titles and simply put I, II and III as stages of "knowledge", or better said, sensitivity. Btw… for that book, you might as well try amazon. Works just fine.
solomon -
this is the poem of assumed limits, bianca. a clear and lucid view at the sky, in the cruel and malicious morning, after a good sleep and a wonderful amazing dream. look what i did: i built a fire under the large airport, i put in the middle a great engine, but i didn’t let it to take off. anyway, i’ll think about… thanks a lot.