BLACK HOLES, INFORMATIONAL WAVES and POETRY by T. M. Shorewick Black holes, informational waves and poetry Begin with that elusive singularity Where nothing works No bennies no perks But information Is the same at any station In the universe A truth no more perverse Than the speed of light All critters eyes’ consistent sight Where that speed Is a solid constant indeed So like a grave wave Information is a weighted slave Not to time but space It ever strides all over space’s place Time does not matter Like the Mad Hatter Predictably late For any important date There is no atom, particle So special Bereft of information Thus the fundamental explanation Gravity can be a wave Information its underlying pave Attraction pacing between verity And a black hole’s draining eternity Hence poetry Rails conversely Against a black hole Seeking some author of its parole Whence there is no tense Eternity has no temporal fence While information’s style Piles up a never ending info file Music so deaf and dense Language a ridiculous sense All like poetry born From that singularity forlorn
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Shorewick’s book: AQUINNAH, DAWN OF MARTHA’S VINEYARD Haiku Enhanced Photos is now available as a Kindle e-book; Excerpts follow,
Verdant lid occludes all view
Which inwardly spew
It is blood No more to say The people devour its flood ✽✽✽ Adam did grow From fine red clay, but know This is the home of Tashtego
Naught for posterity stay
With ocean play
The sand drawn vee Mimics tide’s Cyclic identity ✽✽✽ Would myriad dancing feet Breaching the shore Record this sandy score
Under our feet as much as
Beyond our knowledge
Empty shells foretell A silence That pebbles endure so well ✽✽✽ Valued shells And eroded ores Bank on ancient shores
It is hard not to notice
Light’s delightful flock
Sea to haughty bluffs, atone You are But smooth stone ✽✽✽ How many generations Does it take Sea to jagged edges break
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The photographs and poetry in this collection originally were published in AQUINNAH, DAWN OF MARTHA’S VINEYARD, by T. M. Shorewick.
ISBN 9781702371148
Shorewick Publishes his Latest Book — TRAILS, STREAMS AND OLD RAILS OF SOUTHEAST PENNSYLVANIA: Following Light’s Range with Lens and Haiku
Available now from Amazon, both in paperback and as a Kindle e-book, this work combines photography and haiku to extol the value of walking through the woods. Here are some sample pages.
Mushrooms require moisture
Stones care not what ground
Through a circle One comes or goes Always passing home ✽✽✽ Warriors saluting Worshipers adoring Their object sometimes blaming
You would see a surge upstream
With me on the crest
Is it what I saw Thirsty dinosaur Why the stony teeth ✽✽✽ Fossils Are mute syllables Of nature’s deep grammar
Does not ever stop changing
Static not the norm
Watch a galaxy’s spiral Spawn shapes Nature takes viral ✽✽✽ Can the cycle of the sun Cause branches to twist Seeking circular solution
For a vegetarian
Or barbarian
Place to stand Pretend to command What you don’t understand ✽✽✽ Bold skinny sprig Challenges one boulder Haughtily
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ISBN: 9798631373679
The Inevitable Result of Binge-reading 14th to 17th Century English Poetry
A comfortable chair is essential!
Synopsis of 14th to 17th century poetry in English Sumer is icumin in Lhude sing cuccu Now’s the time for us to screw For soon shall I die And so shall you Then throw in some Greek mythology Add a Roman warrior or two Make sexual orthodoxy your barrier To any variant shrew And forget not the urn To which all mortal coils return Avow our life’s purpose lies as hence Oh future publishers amass ye pounds and pence The impropriety of piety Give it a rest, poet Debauchery is necessary To run a church Not an ossuary Detach from yourself Maybe live a little Leave the holy books on the shelf Take a taste of sinner’s spittle Don't make not sinning a sin How can you atone From what is just a spin Of a barren bone Only God claims existence guiltless Don't chide your perfection Parishioners ignore your distress Sin is your profession’s protection Your life seems a bore But you act like such a sinner What are Satan's wiles for But to mark the path of a beginner Consider Adam and Eve Before knowing the serpent's fruit Unable to conceive how to conceive Learned to become humanity’s root They transitioned through transgression Needing a translator to speak with God This is the founding of your profession For which you should give the Lord a nod
Sumer is icumin in Lhude sing Bar B Que
1 Gaseous grills can't overcast Hibachi’s ashy repast Domed Dutch Ovens dominate last 2 Slow ember’s cuisines need Charred and smoked moved a rear Lo, both relent, let hibachi lead 3 A small grill for a monk Others for a family chewing The monk’s meal is palatable 4 Regard ye, three grills The smallest thrills It heats yet chills 5 Don't these green swaths Recollect fattened cows Whose scions on hibachis sizzle fershizzle
Poetry, escape from the limits of language
The eyes have one language everywhere.—————-George Herbert
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