Physicists teach and talk
Physicians heal and walk
Physiologists exercise and specialize
Psychiatrists dramatize and immortalize
Psychologists observe and internalize
Therapists diagnose and mobilize
Radiologists scan and rock
Pharmacologists and Toxicologists mix and match drugs and block
Paleontologists, Neurologists, Meteorologists, Politicians, Philanthropists, Philatelists and the rest apply PHYSICS too... patch, flock and jock!
we keep our bodies in layers,
like a river keeps its bed.
this surface , this inked architecture,
is but a trellis
for a deeper growth.
I am watching the transparent version of you
hover, like a cloud in a glass house.
you bend , the light showing
the phantom trace of your spine,
the clear, unhurried arc of your neck.
you look back at yourself--
the other you,
the one with skin,
etched with patterns and circles,
a map of all that has been held.
is this how you decide which face to wear?
one of a girl,
another of an ancient man,
a memory ghost waiting to be fed.
at the periphery,
your hands drift like smoke,
almost meeting.
one with fingerprints and geometric lines,
and one that is just a gesture.
a humming-bird on a single thread-
an impossible physics--
is being fed or led,
and it does not know the difference.
we exist between this solid,
pattern-matched bone
and the desire to be nothing but the light
that passes through.
the body is the first mask,
and the first mirror.
Closing in, pressing around
It's only the freedom of movement
No volition to lend its constraint
Physical forces in moment
Minimum support from surrounding air
Weak random pushes of pressure
Touching skin so to cancel the warmth
Ambiguous feeling of pleasure
So on to the void, emptiness compromised
A need to expand without limit
When movement discovers a new boundary
Supporting an Other within it
I know some basic maths
and a little physics,
but I chose an easier road—
to teach English and learn literature.
Yes, I know about irony:
how we measure speed
with time and distance,
yet time itself can move fast.
Fast, even while standing still,
seated in a room full of bodies,
yet noticing nobody
as minutes quietly escape.
How do we measure time
without distance or speed,
but with thoughts and cries,
with hopes and promises?
How can time cause so much—
stress for being late,
joy for being right on it?
That is the nature of time.
Money cannot buy time,
nor purchase it back.
So how do we dream of staying young
and forget the irony of time?
What Can't Functions
Divert
Divert to
Diversion bill of assembly program text
Fault line
At fault line
At fault line data structure
Funding language of global variables
In hedgemony or
Supplemental grant writing policy
Development Funding and Policy
The importance of information and capability building with particular
reference to Tonga
Russell C. Taylor
September 2018
Thesis Submitted for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy from the
National Centre for Research on Europe at the University of Canterbury
Supply and Demand economics
Thousand Oaks California possibilities
Exam failure in definition of policy physics theory and laws
(“Zero Point of Creation”, 2018, original encaustic)
The Dual Nature
The dual nature of reality,
When we look we see a thing
When we don’t it is a wave,
Isn’t a matter of either/or
But one of and/both.
Beyond the simple wonder of this reality
Is the ineffable mystery of what lies within.
What more is there to say
When you have reached the point of origin
The zero point of every thing.
(9/3/25)
My ground is pretty solid
My statement is really worth
I many inadequacies foiled
I really respect force
I am mightly explicit weapon
The credit of AF defense
My engines your brain boil
I am drone that distills essence
My electronics prone to tectonics
My sensors a lot sense
Use power of sonics
The diligent phonies
Physics of cyber dense
(“The Particle In The Wave”, 2018, original encaustic)
Down to Zero
In the great equation of Life
Everything eventually cancels out
As it naturally balances
And leaves us down to zero.
From the perspective of static
The dynamic is the illusion
From the perspective of dynamic
The static is the illusion.
Buddhism with its notion of a final Nirvana
Takes the former
Taoism with its effortlessly flowing Wu-Wei
Takes the latter.
That is the East, while in the West
This paradoxical duality is expressed
Succinctly by quantum physics
As the wave and particle nature of light.
The reality is always, of course, different
Than what we think, when we’re at zero
And left with what it means to be alive;
In work or play, depending on our view.
(7/21/25)
When God said
“Let there be light”
Was it meant literally or metaphorically?
Did time arise crafting the photon
with the intent
of illuminating the basis of reality?
An observational lens providing the closest assumption of truth?
Or did the limit of human consciousness take precedence.
Therefore, implying we needed to be saved from the void of ignorance,
as light is the transference of information.
So when God said,
“Let there be light”
What was actually said was,
“Let me share myself with you”
And so it was.
A man from Connecticut found
His legs would not reach to the ground.
“I wish I was shorter,”
He told a reporter,
“To stop all this floating around.”
Are we there yet?
Where are we?
How fast are we going?
Are we nearly there?
Are we yet, so far, Away?
When will this ever, End?
Why is this never-ending?
I need to do a pee!
I skipped the last chapter and read
'The End'
Albert Einstein
did like to brashly on physics opine
but when told he could be so insensitive
he said, who cares, everything is relative
In This Space
Do we occupy only one space?
Could Schrodinger be right?
Can we be both dead and alive at once?
Can we be in more than one place at the same time?
Is our fate determined by random subatomic events?
Are we here or there or both?
Are there doppelgangers of us both good and bad?
Creating chaos or living for good at the same moment?
Is there one or more of me?
If there is I hope he or they have better luck than I do.
Heisenberg was “uncertain” and so am I.
Someone asked old Mrs. O'Leary,
"What do you think about string theory?"
She said, "I don't believe in such a thing,
because it doesn't cover everything,
and what it leaves uncovered can be pretty damn scary."
I wish not to see another sunrise.
I wish not to wake another day.
I don’t want to trudge to another class or
drive down another highway or
let my tone deaf voice breach my lips again.
I want to snuff out my flame.
It’s not that there’s no beauty in this world;
every morning, another bird flies for the first time.
Creation is forever constant
and laughter leaves the world ringing
day in
and day out.
I adore that.
I, Frankenstein’s monster,
of wickedness and of sin,
cast a shadow with every step I take.
Every breath I breathe pollutes the air,
crisp from the autumn days
but dead like fallen leaves once we cross paths.
I’m a blackbody that keeps on growing,
and my Hawking radiation burns all to ash and embers.
My self-implosion is a fate that’s fair and just;
the only Good choice is to collapse entirely.
You proud, Plato?
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