Wednesday, July 28, 2010

No Rain

No Rain

Rain in North Carolina? You are lucky. No rain here, in the brown scorched prairie. Hot. Dry. Jack rabbits are on rampage, doing war dance. They have joined Tea Party recently, and they are waving their proud ears. Nature is in Freudian anal fixation, and so is the national economy. As the sun goes down, the prime time erectile dysfunction serenades a horde of Homeric thirsty Greeks demonstrating with their tragic mouths wide open. No rain. No shit.

Poetry Of Maxwell's Demon

Poetry Of Maxwell's Demon

So-called "Maxwell's Demond" has been kicked around in physics, philosophy, engineering and pop literature for years. Yet, I have been unable to find any poet who is reckless en0ough to tackle with that elusive demon, although some fiction writers have been chasing that demon. Here is an over-view article.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maxwell%27s_demon

The fundamental problem is that one is tempted to prove that the second law of thermodynamics is false by assuming that it is true - a conventional method of asiomatic proof. As Russell says, there is no logical way of defining logic.

"Greenhouse Effect" is a consequence of the civilization based on technology of entropy. And search for "alternative energy" is in itself entropical. In terms of economics, consumption is entropical. The gate-keeper of that consumption is a Maxwell's Demon.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Young Eliot

Young Eliot

young TS Eliot stood on the bank of the Mississippi
and saw Samuel Clemmens pee
from the deck of a river boat

do I dare!
he exclaimed
and took off to England

young TS Eliot stood on the bank of the Thames
and he mumbled
do I dare?

he became very famous
he peed



In An Abandoned Temple


Violin Sonata in E Minor, from Flute Sonata 5, JS Bach

http://soundcloud.com/graybluegreen/bach-flute-sonata-5



In An Abandoned Temple

I come here to pray
in an abandoned temple
seekers are long gone

the road stops here

no reason to look back


on a dusty stool

a fly is still and serene
a shaft of sun light

I sit by the fly

just two of us


the end of the long road

why am I holding a gun
aiming at nothing?

I seek no answer

there is no need


no end to turmoil

being awake in silence
stench of the temple

life and death are alike

soul is empty


a grave yard outside

flowers and grass are all dead
so are the tomb stones

here I am to stay

and rest



Taj Mahal Review, volume 5, issue 1, June 2006

NB: One voice speaking in two voices, or vice versa, in Renga format.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Sin

Sin

whenever she sings
she omits "g"
she sins



A Non-Euclidean Rattle Snake

beware
the shortest distance
between the head and the tail
of a rattle snake
is not a straight line



"d"

when she met david and married him
she began to stutter at every "d"

d-d-d-david
d-d-d-damn you!

Boston Tea Party

Boston Tea Party

the Americans dumped tea in the sea
the Brits dumped oil in the sea
a revenge
The Tea Party is singing.
The Brits are listening.