Month: May 2024

Terry Trowbridge: Poem

Portrait of a Genius at a Party

Shyness?
The liquid gravity on fire
inside of a magnetar
would be as hidden from view.
A fundamental force affected
as though it is matter, burning –
does that mean a force transformed,
transposed into a phase shift
from force into form?

The shimmering electromagnetic bends
bowing spacetime around the magnetar
so that spacetime becomes a prism,
light becomes a pleonasm,
images of light
among images of magnetism
images
?

Shyness? Aloofness?
Notice the shy gaze that constantly moves
among the scenery in stare-cast arc seconds.
Paint under fingernails.
Delight in animals is never escapism.

Tyler Minnich: Thinking With Time

Propositions to the Unwise

1. I am thought itself, therefore I exist.

2. Thought is the experience of a proposition.

3. A proposition is a truth of the world; propositions assert the truth of things—and the world is everything, therefore making it the subject matter of all propositions.

4. Truth is merely that which is asserted by all propositions.

5. A proposition may be given multiple representations (depropositions). Depropositions represent the same proposition (are equivalent) if and only if they share the same meaning. For example, any given deproposition p = It is true that p.

6. I determine the meaning of depropositions.

Poetry by Rekha Valliappan

 

Dance of the Red Savina

If there is one thing about aspirations
It is that they remind you of trapped fuel
Pocked gestures between sarsen and sun
Where postcards of barreling time circle
Greens and blues of recycled seasons
Till golden orange mix arteries of red
While the shred spread agitates, convulses–

Such foamflower salmonberry splatter
Sugar-scoops overripe dreams in drupes patter
Spilling flamboyance of sambaed fall—
we walk the collective enchantment
Of dragonflies twisting to the turns of time
Nimble tread marked into terpsichore
To revolve, go around, to return, dart
To radiate star fruit symmetry—heel-toe-move
There is a lesson to be learnt

The spectrum finds the strings lost in the raft
Glossy panicles replicate hanging flower racemes
The sprouts tap the crevices streaming with light
Silver shimmers reinsert new veneer to brake
A walled-off rainbow slips away from the sun
A shaft of harvest moon splashes down to the floor
The chosen chaos passes exacting renewed glitter
Chapped cloud-breaks spread mounds of desire
A sunburst of magnitude owed to rippling yield

 

— by Rekha Valliappan

 

Copyright © 2024, by Rekha Valliappan.

Maria Tosti and Nadia Cianelli: Blue Fades

The free verse haiku included in the haiga is inspired in particular by a true story, but at the same time it can also be inspired by many other similar stories that tell of a loss and the state of mind of someone who strongly experiences this pain that, despite the passing of years, does not fade.

Nature is the backdrop to this strong feeling and resentment, and often fails to alleviate that state of mind with its colours. Thus even colours lose their tone and brilliance in the face of that absence; thoughts very often run to the person who is no longer there, as if that person had never left, as if he or she continued to live in a parallel dimension, next to ours.

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