Thursday, 13 November 2014

A Prophecy


Lo! The dawning age of gold!
By holy fools and madmen told
Revolved in comprehending light
And drew the curtains of the night

Up! The thirst for knowledge grew
And branches joined made tree anew
There stood one Tree, in but one field
And this reality revealed:-

In every heart, in every brain
There grows a tree as real as pain
The fruit of Death the apple bore -
Black pleiotropy to the core

Then apes transcending human airs
Become as gods made magic prayers
And Physics answered every one
Immortal in Eternal Sun

Dr.B:- I've done the Sun bit. I suppose it's cheating to have looked at the next video.



Procrastination


'Dear Richard Emmanuel Jones'. It starts. 'Have you noticed you used to get 2000 readers a month, but now didn't? Perhaps it is your shit poems. Who the fuck is Wigner, and what is a magnet? Don't be telling me frozen electric. Ice-pick in the brain of Maxwell my arse. You couldn't unify a -
*scrumple!*.....*fling!*....Wel, there you are. And here I might be. But I might not. But I do know this:-

About 20 years ago, in the sleepy racist town of k-, an extraordinary event occurred, that is still recounted to this day. Hans Bluckembourg, commercial traveller, and Grand fifth beak of the Great order of the Ostrich, was gazing at the moon through the eyes of a wolf. So far, so normal. But this was no ordinary run-of-the-mill lupine oculist mental projection. For he wore the most magnificent cod-piece and cape ever to enfract the eyes of that whole province, perhaps even the world. The thread of gold -

REJ:- Can I interrupt you there? -

X:- It looks like the answer is 'yes' -

REJ:- Wel, shouldn't you be doing something else? -

X:- They'll want to hear about the codpiece. It really was quite remarkable. The satin was of a special -

REJ:- No it wasn't. It wasn't, was it? Because there never was a codpiece, was there? -

X:- If I am to understand you intend to slander the Great order of the Ostrich, by insinuating that the Grand fifth beak himself would venture forth into polite society minus the holy golden codpiece, as it is written, then I am afraid I shall have to demand -

REJ:- Look, you're just making it up. Just saying the first things that -

*Oooof!*

X:- Satisfaction Sir! I shall have satisfaction as a gentleman of the -

REJ:- Ffs! I'm not playing along with this patent nonsense -

The duel took place on the third day of the month of monkeys. Atop a cedarn grove, surrounded by -

REJ:- No it fucking didn't! I would have remembered -

-surrounded by the council of Cheetahs, and -

REJ:- I would have remembered the council of Cheetahs! I remember things like that -

-surrounded by the council of Cheetahs and Her Impervious Majesty, the Queen of the ladybirds -

REJ:- Hang on a minute, that rings a bell -

-Shimmering iridescent through the frozen raindrop of Time, that static tear through which we may view the planets crying -

REJ:- No, I don't think italics helps -

-The eternal battle of the profane and the sacred was distilled upon the unwitting -

REJ:- I'll tell you what, there's nothing distilled within me. Do one of the old ones, like old times. Let's see if the magic is still there.







Wednesday, 12 November 2014

The Reification of Poincare, The deification of Wigner


The commander of Maths
So glowered at his page
That 1 = one
Was the scourge of the age

And whispers though true
That 2 = two
Were a most matheverbical
Synonym too

If symbols meant numbers
And numbers meant words
Then much could be written
Of summing absurds

That x=x, and you=you
And infinite proofs tautological through
Is only where Spacetimes
Hold logic as true.

REJ:- I understood none of that -

Dr.B:- The 'miracle we neither understand or deserve' is merely the ultimate circularity of empiricism within spacetime expressed. Relativity and QED will never be unified.

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Poem for the day

'In darkness of Death, young stars wonder why, The moon with her sickle so harvests the sky'. Oooh! I wish I could write like that. Yes. Bible black. That's a nice colour. Let's look for it in this word-paint catalogue....Aha! here it is! opposite lamb white. Indeed. Last night I dreamt I was playing the neigh-piano with my teeth. And when I woke up, I had eaten a zebra. Black and white, dark and light. All colours and none. None there, all here. What are we left with? None. That's quite black, and refuted - it says here -by the beautiful light that is Idris I'veforgottenverymuchunderabushel. Take it away, and don't bring it back, Idris I'veforgottenverymuchunderabushel!:-

Is doubt in mind Self-contradiction?
Is sceptic sure, if sure's a fiction?
Now lay you down and play with me
And see the magic in the diction

In words drown I, in words alas!
Drown I, in words drown I
And vice versa, thus we've learned
That only contrast be discerned

Let's write a word, we'll call ideal
Is in-between the letters real?
We see the space, takes time as well
Now cut and paste to make the spell

-To poco-scribes and pedants slow
And all who ought to better know
Concede the next twixt me and you
Need only at the net be true -

The sentences of minds and men
Are underwrit by logic's pen
And solipsism, Self same set
If true would read inhocernet

Dear Time hath flown from golden throne
In more than metaphor hath shown
We read these lines before and after
If wonder asked then answered laughter

REJ:- Beth? Palin-what? Is that some kind of Alaskan camel? Backwards?! Wel, you'd know - talking the language of heaven. No it's not. English is quite straightforward -

II:- I didn't say a word.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Poem for the day

Two years. >100 million human deaths. Two happy years. Yes. Wel, I suppose I'd better start opening those annoying letters....*rrrrrrrriipp!* - Oooh! that's the first one done! Much easier than I thought. But enough of gutting landlords. And I missed the 'rent' pun too - bit out of practice. Idris whatsisname - the publisher can look him up - has an opinion on landlords too. Plus some other whining nonsense. And unless I'm very much relieved, he's gone and spoilt it all in a pome. Please don't do it again, Idris! :-

The rich man and the poor man
Heard the knock upon the door
The rich man had the longer drive
So Death had walked the more

Come in! Come in! and have some gin!
The goose is nearly done!
At which Death shone a rictus grin -
One's work is rarely fun

The Priest and King whose entrails sting
With poison lord the land
Thus beckon in their kith and kin
Who scythes with equal hand

You see! You see! My serfs are free!
No souls beyond the gate!
I see your traded currency
Said Death, perhaps too late

Fractured as the person lives
Net of takes and net of gives
Who can tell where ledger lies
In truth, with all or nothing eyes?

I made my money! All hard earned! -
At other's schools, their methods learned
And taller trees on merit grow
The forest floor inherits so!

And Death looked on with Timeless eyes
And yawned at those who plagiarise
Though humans cloud in gathering mist
He saw the word 'philanthropist'

As the polyp coral bound
Grasps at life already found
Built by shares eternally
And the fortunes of the sea

Austerity is not a lie!
We're mortgaged to an empty sky!
For globes have debts! And Gaia yearns -
Venusians care how much She earns!

And Death, so moved by human fears
Imagined Martian profiteers
And saw there was but Earth and Sun
And smiled one day His work be done.



REJ:- What? Two years worth?! Do they get any better?! Iesu Mawr!!!


Tuesday, 21 October 2014

The strange case of Dr.Bendi and the fuel-less uphill train. Part the first and a half.

video

Dr.B:- There you are, there's a neater one for OCD types. Complete with nature notes table mats for the biophiliacs. It's quite simple:- higher = slower, lower = faster. etc.

As a 'broken' line, at the 'start' there lacks a net push forward, here instead provided by the serendipitous intervention of the hand of god. At the 'end', there's a lack of push back, so it pings out faster.

These are ferrites with a range of a few cm.

The impossibility of overunity is a circular truism, but in cross-section, reality may be only fractionally true. In the final video, we see how it goes with a bigger push at the start. But no hand of god. And no start. And no end. Really, many starts and ends, and many balance points passed over.

It was a false paradox, and we shall see how the circle was squared.

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

The Strange Case of Dr.Bendi and the fuel-less uphill train. Part the first, of infinite. (The practical of creation of energy)

video
See my little crossbows


Firing in a row

And each one pulls the next one's string

So on and on they go



Dr.B:- You appear to have resurrected -



Dr.B:- They appear to require a 'hint'. It has been 2 years -



Dr.B:- Is that the right word for QED? -



Dr.B:- They'll ask for QED-er, believe me -



Dr.B:- Perhaps you shouldn't write in metaphor -



Dr.B:- I can make metaphor real -



Dr.B:- Try the re-establishment of Paradise Lost -



Dr.B:- Indeed. Nawrte, do you often see fuel-less trains rolling uphill? Getting less tired? And not stopping at the top? -



Dr.B:- If I ever did, I would consult my metaphysician -



Dr.B:- No, I don't believe you would. I think you'd post-hoc an automated response instead -



Dr.B:- Wel, if you can read my mind -



Dr.B:- It's not as well written as you think. In fact it is. There are better authors -



Dr.B:- What shape am I thinking of? -



Dr.B:- A circle. -



Dr.B:- Wrong! It was a mobiusdodecahedron -



Dr.B:- Yes wel, it doesn't work with schizophrenics. Before that, you were thinking equalbutopposite means there's a force the other way that will stop it. As if there wasn't a 3rd way -



Dr.B:- Actually I was thinking that there is no life in the universe, only naturally occurring machinery, some with stop-go animated virtual selves. That, and section 3 of the mental health act -



Dr.B:- Don't worry until you see two doctors at the same time -



Dr.B:- ?!



Dr.B:- Have you ever noticed, humans think in 2D. In 1 plane. In cross-section? Thus the syntax of sentences. Thus the 2 side equation. Thus all the false projections of fundamental physics. -



Dr.B:- It's as if thought is ultimately binary -



Dr.B:- And all extant philosophical quandaries merely binary propositions in search of fractional truth -



Dr.B:- Just do the train thing -



Dr.B:- We remember that, after a mere few millennia, Mr.Halbach noticed you could augment all on one side. Of one plane -



Dr.B:- I'll take your word for it -



Dr.B:- It's not a secret. Any force can be fabricated via constructive/destructive interference. Apart from infinite. -



Dr.B:- Hurry up, I'm getting bored -



Dr.B:- Wel, like a human, he forgot a dimension. There is in and out as well. I have merely augmented 'relative net right in cross-section'. >1 pushes fore-and-out vs 1 push back. And >1>1. A 3D equation, repeatedly solved in realtime, calcs by reality. I think you'll find that so -



Dr.B:- So each array augments the next? Unlike the destructive interference one may be amused by on the ninternet? It augments, it doesn't cancel to balance -



Dr.B:- Perceptional delusions are forgiveable. Except when pointed out. Anyone who can see segmentation in a rainbow, can see it can't be there. The wavelengths spread on a perfectly smooth gradient, yet discrete segments flip in the mind. There are no lines in reality -



Dr.B:- A projection of the self-delusion -



Dr.B:- The image of God indeed. Bees have this too, and that is why flowers are pretty -



Dr.B:- So it's merely a repeating asymmetry in cross-section? A trick of geometry, simple enough for a planet to understand? -



Dr.B:- I wonder why -



Dr.B:- You don't. Why are you talking to yourself btw? -



Dr.B:- Peer review is unavailable to genius.