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RESPONSES
microcosm
show
in a still
life
exotic
emblems
in
magnificent
detail
creative
durable
meaning
a
closer
experience
the
essence
of succession
so
characteristic
&
sensual
reflecting
the
unexpected
positioned
discovered
with
undivided
attention
DISTRACTIONS
expressive
resonations
rhythm
reverberating
structuring
contours
process
the potential
in
prevai
prevailing
one-dimensional
straightened
imitative
balanced
&translated
appearance
in the abstract
TRADITIONS
prevailing
so naturally
start anew
singularly
profoundly
free
filling
the organic
with
decorative
linearity
I. e., this unfortunate
mere erred reflection,
aye re: zine
(pronounced Syne),
cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an old curmudgeon,
does nothing but whine...
this one dimensional mere silver,
copper film and multi layered shine
of waterproof paint
on back surface doth deign
as merely superficial float glass fine
visualization cannot detach itself
(analogous to a Siamese
twin engine eared ensign)
sullying for all the
world wide web to see mine
capricious, facetious,
and inglorious rotten chine
(vis a vis via,
sexually seedy, Nein
dynamic, salaciously scabrous,
spicily shamelessly pine
ning sultry rhyme
(without reason) attempting
to wax eloquent as nonpareil poetry
by futilely try'n
to make a silk purse out of swine
(actually a sow's ear), meanwhile dine
'n high and mighty trump
petting haughtiness hoping to line
up ducks in a row at mine
(your poor reflection), hmm...wondering
mebbe I can latch unto a stein
way praying for some means
to become divine
very aware that
no mirrored reflection can exist
from a corporeal entity,
who cannot ever hurt or kill me,
but,...yeah go ahead,
and take a fist
also aware nothing can undo
that banal, carnal, and offal dreck,
which materiel could be ideal grist
for erotica such as Hustler,
and/or Penthouse, where prurient
Lady Chatterley's naked lunch evocations
conjured behind wordy myst.
In opposition to social injustice
Colin Kapernick took a knee
To bring national attention to
Black American police brutality
But an unexpected result was
Eventually affected
Colin was black balled
From the NFL he was rejected
But what most people can't seem
To simply comprehend
Is that God will always cover and
Look out for His children
Uncertain of what his future
Would be
Unsure of how to earn a salary
But the blessings of a new beginning
For Colin did arise
He received an endorsement
From Nike and from Harvard
A prestigious prize
Don't allow society to ever box you in
And don't accept anyone telling you
You don't have what it takes to win
For when God designed you
It wasn't to be one dimensional
You're more than linear
You're multi- purposeful
For God's turning power
Can rotate 180° degrees
God's turning power
Has omnipotency
Endurance during transition
God wants us to stay true
And cleave to our convictions
No matter what we have to go through
And yes there will be some heartache,
Tragedy and pain
There will be metaphorical tornadoes
Hurricanes and torrential rain
But out of the carnage
A blessing will emerge
As God needs to get our attention
So He stages a purge
In order for a new beginning
To now take place
As a reminder of His
Infinite power, mercy and grace
Just don't take for granted
All that God has given to you
As answered prayers and actualized
Possessions aren't your due
So put your pride to the side
And don't ever forget
That you didn't give life to yourself
It was God's Holy Spirit
Yes there are somethings
Of which which you have no control
Just don't create situations
That can cause you to lose your soul
And most of all allow nothing
To separate you from God
In the midst of your chaos
Keep Him in your heart
As divine activities always
Manifest in the dark of night
Just hold on, keep praying
For the morning brings
A new beginning with its light
Yes the blessings of a new beginning
Will surely come
As only God can turn it around
When all is said and done
At a moment in my life long, long ago —
I had a dream of an ethereal existence,
Transcending the very mortal bounds of existence.
What a sublime notion worthy of thought;
To be an “Entity” beyond our mortal existence.
My thoughts are there, each and every day;
Moving outside of “Everydayness.”
What a moment to behold while looking
In the vortex of life: past, present, future.
Who will be my Sage? my Guide?
Questions pervade my Soul, my Being.
When I awaken will I remember or
Continue living as a one-dimensional person?
My dream world should be my reality.
My real world should be not—or is this so?
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)
It’s quite compelling how the felon becomes the victim expelling any responsibility or failings
just innocence sailing the calm then encountering harm that false charm preventing any lessons or altered behaviour progressively ascending confidence but cons are dense
carry on and re-enter danger circumstantial stranger explainer very unemotional point and blamer relying on superior intellectual properties to dodge accountability the impossibilities
silly little liars unpleasant deniers transparently apparent and to anyone present totally repellent
because people get found out
first round nailed it down
second round doubt found
third round knocked out
found out
no truth in your mouth
action drought
actual lout
reputation drowned
now lonely been disowned with your known true tone exposed everyone knows you’re fake you’re a fibber trying to dig out a sneaky sliver lying to strangers while you’re friendships wither and now calling yourself a forgiver acting bigger
with no one close because you’re a hoax
one of those grown up damaged blokes
savage jokes holding hope delusional loops and chapter hoops
denying you ever did anything wrong
too clever too strong
when really too weak to ever learn from
and dearly seeking but everyone’s gone
cus when truth comes through there’s nothing you can do
you could give up be honest be true but that’s too much so you stay a delude sticking to the story as if it’ll make it true how sad are you
a one dimensional lying dude who does what he does cuz he doesn’t do
the insecure ain’t pure they don’t tell it raw they invent it all ending a lonely individual
with intellectual properties lost logically a con lost of confidence in defence taking offence but never taken seriously having no friends
Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,
regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first
two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans mine ineluctable
supernatural drive
biz ease, this (gopher broke,
phantasmagoric over seer
grown wunderkind,
passionately rousing spooks,
where this droning
necromancer named
Matthew Scott Harris),
asper undertaking
luckless ghostly endeavors
also oft times finds
meat hoo experiencing
aborted, cancelled and retried
aim mush carriage
(i.e. thwarted, ejected,
and clobbered miscarriage)
off base when out fielding
paranormal activities,
qua catcher catch can
pseudo boxing
exaggerated shadows
striking mine attenuated,
elongated, and invoked
Hades monstrous silhouettes,
viz jugular vein bleeding
(heart liberal)
burnt umber umbra
pitching one dimensional
brokered, bricked,
and bracketed
wall size grotesqueries
detailing bloodless battles
silently creaking within republic
of my imagination.
Time to banish that old broken mirror
It only shows sadness it gives you tears
Its faulty reflection can paralyze
Don't listen to its voice tell you sad lies
Find a new mirror take a really close look
You are in control take back what it took
You may be surprised by all that you see
Embrace this knowledge and see true beauty
Mirrors of distortion tell you you're less
Look beyond the makeup hair or that dress
I hope your conclusion is now not the same
Not seeing yourself would be such a shame
Embrace yourself you are one of a kind
Incomparable beauty, truly sublime
See your reflection it's where to begin
Once witnessed you can let love in
The mirror is one dimensional
Yet some are locked inside the glass
Listening to a lifeless image
That doesn't breathe or let them pass
Inspired by "Mirror Lie to Me" Written by Eileen Ghali.
Dedicated to all women in hopes that they learn to see how
beautiful they really are.
y Schrödinger equation, mean-field approaches are commonly developed.
A detailed derivation can be found in Dalfovo’s article. The generalization of the
original Bogoliubov description to the physical situation in real experiments is given
by describing the field operators in the Heisenberg:
(2)
Where y (x,t) is a complex function defined as the expectation value of the field
operator and its modulus represents the condensate density.
If we ignored the depletion of the condensate, the time evolution of the condensate
wave function at temperature T=0 is obtained by taking the ansatz for the field
operator and using the Heisenberg equation. Then we can get the Gross-Pitaevskii
equation for the mean field (see some condensed matter physics text books such as by
Chaikin),
(3)
The description of the propagation of noninteracting matter waves in periodic
potentials is straightforward once one has found the eigenstates and corresponding
eigenenergies of the system. If we consider a one dimensional sinusoidal periodic
potential of the form,
The debate
Jordan Petersen the famous Canadian Professor debates
Slavoj Zizek, the equally famous philosopher, is facing off.
The Canadian is dressed in a blue three-piece suit that is too tight
he wears expensive leather boots, looks calm, but his voice crackles.
He thinks capitalism is for good, and I think of Ayn Rand,
he is a formidable debater but has inner anger of something
unsolved on his mind.
Slavoj looks like someone homeless, T-shirt and tennis shoes
He doesn´t belong to any group but thinks Hegel is excellent and often
refer to his saying; Slavoj´s mind is sharp and he jumps from subject
with the greatest of ease.
Jordan is very much a junior in this debate that is about Marx and
the nature of love.
Jordan gives his opinion of Marx but is constrained by his thesis
of capitalism, Slavoj picks his opinion apart; there is a tremble
in Jordan’s voice when he disagrees.
When debating the nature of love, he vax lyrical, Slavoj does not believe
in this at all, he compares lovers’ sex as mutual masturbation, (often it is)
but sees no wrong in this. Jordan is a one-dimensional professor, while
Slavoj has a world view that encompasses everything
the world has to offer, he is, in my opinion, a generous genius with
a sense of rude jokes and laughter.
Listen! This sentence's period - that's me.
I'll just move one inch to my right, you see. ------>.
Now, I trace a one-inch segment of a line.
It's my one-dimensional redesign.
Watch me trace my line segment down from there,
producing what some folks might call a square.
I execute this little trick for you
in a special dimension known as two.
Look! I rise off the page, one inch -
mutually perpendicular, a sinch!
Orthogonal to left/right and up/down,
I'm a cube, a 3D shape of renown.
A fourth perpendicular direction,
and my shape should warrant your attention;
and the name they call me, to be exact,
is Mister Hypercube or Tesseract.