Gravity is
and gravity isn’t
Based on who’s looking
perceptions command
Less for the physicist
more for the poet
Science self-serving
two feet in the sand
Pulling us forward
pushing us back
intrinsic within us
as natural as air
Inside each moment
the stricture forgotten
Transcendent surrender
—polarity spared
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Categories:
godel, science,
Form: Rhyme
Stretching and pulling,
the Universe goes on
Cosmology’s wonderment,
each day a new dawn
The Spacetime Continuum,
today’s Top 40 hit
Tomorrow inherent,
unless we’ve been misled
The deeper the probing,
the ‘Bigger the Bang’
What Einstein, Godel,
and Penrose began
The good news for knowledge
as we err and refute
Like a tide ever changing
—to immerse in its truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Categories:
godel, science,
Form: Rhyme
Scientific Discovery…
but one grand paradox
The Spacetime Continuum
—contradiction defined
(Greensboro North Carolina: April, 2019)
Categories:
godel, science, truth,
Form: Free verse
The 4th dimension,
space and time
Godel agreed,
Einstein opined
If set in motion,
the future passed
Time self negated
—its truth recast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Categories:
godel, time,
Form: Rhyme
(Based on the seemingly-paradoxical logic behind Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem, in which the self-referential Gödel statement can only be seen to be true from outside the system.)
I cannot believe that this statement is true.
Don’t try to convince me; you’d turn my face blue.
I’m choked by its verdict whatever I do.
The freedom to see it belongs to just you.
Categories:
godel, math,
Form: Rhyme
Alt music serenades an aromatic algebra;
delicious, bitter, subtle notes served black.
We dance the math - I swipe, she smiles,
equations we don't know we've become.
She measures quanta
in these mathematical grounds, a coffee shop
where perfect rationality is axiomatic
and we've all come to get a good buzz on.
Imbibe the finest chemicals on Earth,
in history perhaps, for a minor modern pittance.
Everything is marginally consumed,
we cooperate despite ourselves
and yet we feel alone.
The sign reads 'Figure 8'
That perky sidelong infinite
of Escher, of Godel,
of all those lofty thoughts
borne of a simple brew
and so much mathy froth.
3/12/2016
Categories:
godel, math, morning, philosophy,
Form: Free verse