NaPoWriMo 2.11: After Anacreon or, Loaf and Whine

After Anacreontics

Hangover evidence…

Day 11: the challenge to write something Anacreon would approve of. Well, I’m not sure how much he wrote about hangovers, as it sounds from reading on him that his work was about wine and love (rather than – as mine is – whining and loafing, the day after).

Still – I’ve kept to (one idea of) Anacreontic verse form of seven syllables to a line and in couplets. Which I don’t claim to make it any classier. Ah well.

 

After Anacreon

or, Loaf and Whine

 

Ah the rustic thrill of it:

from my flat-thumbed palm, you lick

the sugared ibuprofen

which last night demands, again.

‘Oh lover wine!’  Whine we friends,

as you whinny from both ends.

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NaPoWriMo 12: Want/Need

A magick key (for an inadvertently key-shaped poem)

 

A quick one this: I don’t often get slushy and when I do, it tends to be short! And this is very much in that vein.

The prompt for the 12th was to write a list of things you would want to say but would never (thereby, of course, saying them) – so this started from there and became a brief love poem of things unsaid:

 

Want/Need

or, Doors/Keys

 

I want to say

I didn’t know that before

you, I didn’t realise

there was so much

I didn’t know that

I thought

I couldn’t do. But

you,

you and me,

both glass doors,

both lost keys:

you don’t need

to hear it.

‘As Above, So Below’ or, ‘Capital E. Control A. Control C. Control V.’

Galaxies or neurons? The Universe is, or is like, a Giant Brain. Or the Brain is, or is like, a Little Universe. Same diff.

Last week, I read this story:

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/11/27/physicists-universe-giant-brain_n_2196346.html

It’s not a very recent/topical one (from the end of last year) – but being as it’s about the self-similarity of networks ranging from the internet, the brain and the Universe itself, I figure a few weeks isn’t that significant.

Anyway – the headline is ‘Physicists Find Evidence That The Universe Is A ‘Giant Brain”. An intriguing one, is it not?

So I wanted to write something about the idea of networks – and the people who work in this kind of theoretical mathematics, which is so entirely beyond my understanding (technically, if not thematically). I don’t know whether working in these kind of mind-blowing theoretical (yet perhaps realer-than-real) realms of science would make you more connected to the world around you, or indeed make you feel the total insubstantial nature of the world around you. So that’s the feeling from which I started to write, imagining one of the scientists involved, lit by the glowing bank of computers which must have been deployed to crunch this much data…

As I posted the news story on Facebook (one of the networks it mentions), a friend used the phrase ‘As Above, So Below’ to sum it up – and that formed the starting point of the poem. At what point is such an aphorism just as useful as all the data we can find? When do we cease to be able to understand (and just need to allow the Universe to get on with it)?

I don’t know – but I hope you enjoy the poem. The ending fully let out my inner-hippie, and I make no apologies for it 😉

 

As Above, So Below

or, Capital E. Control A. Control C. Control V.

 

‘Universe Is A Giant Brain’: journos, tip-tapping innocently,

will claim they cannot see the difference between,

like, metaphor and simile.

 

Knowing this, the analysis complete,

he sat at the centre of the screens, replete

in the data. The sense of having caught

something. Then, a gagging spider, he

Selected All and hit Delete.

 

So, on every page of the report

he reproduced the phrase in haste –

Copy Paste Copy Paste:

As Above, So Below.

 

 

As that very morning, LinkedIn

had asked him if he would like to connect with

Everything. Capital E.

Control A. Control C. Control V.

 

He uttered: Fundamental Laws,

as Facebook asked him what he thought about

Everything? Capital E. Pushing question marks

down cables in the floor; whispering answers up

into the lattice-dark. As

Everything updated its status:

As Above, So Below.

With a winking smiley 😉

 

Control A? Control C? Control V?

Capital E. Controls Cosmos. Controls Velocity.

Consciousness Copy. Vastness Paste.

Control Facebook. Paste Brain.

Copy Everything. Paste Same.

Cut Above. Paste Below.  And so

the report was pasted onto his profile:

As Above, So Below.

 

So, he sent Everything a message

as the single word ‘Love’. Capital L. Thinking:

As Below, So Above.