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Wed Dec 21, 2011, 09:21 PM

cfs

capital f sing
swell the oder heavy backfill
chairlifts and maglev
ice dams and oxboxes
sweet peas from air
if there were pools
striped in yellow and red
would you slide in
merge my sections
fill my empty
wind over the long dark walk
trepidatious about space fingers
my code resonates far from here
swelter pods and unimaginables
the earth tastes good today
dross and the illusion of time
do not stay the two
from living

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Maraya1969 Dec 2011 #1
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JDPriestly Dec 2011 #3

Response to byronius (Original post)

Thu Dec 22, 2011, 04:59 PM

1. Can you give me a hint?

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Response to Maraya1969 (Reply #1)

Thu Dec 22, 2011, 06:20 PM

2. I would normally refrain. Ruins the subtext. But why not.

The first line is a call for me to fucking sing, by which I mean write, and then my traditional opening non-sequitur, which clears the boards for deeper expression.

There is a gold mine in Africa, 14000+ feet deep, where they use ice-dams and sci-fi tech to keep the temperatures down there below the 143 degrees that normally exist. They're installing maglev elevators and chairlifts to decrease the 90 minute journey to the bottom. They all have emergency oxygen units, which I have termed 'oxboxes'. The whole concept weirds me out.

Then there is a reference to all the new earthlike planets they've discovered, the idea of growing vegetables in zero-G environments on the way there, and a suggestion of a little romance, which I will not expound upon.

Then there is a reference to my walking the dogs on a cold night, so cold that I worry about the 'Day After Tomorrow' super-cold tunnels in the atmosphere that freeze everything to crusty fragile diamond.

I then refer to the new scientific evidence that my particles are all coded to exist in this space, in this form, and that my code may be repeated on other very similar worlds in the vast reaches of the universe, and that the similarities in coding cause me to resonate with those who are similarly coded -- i.e., I feel their experiences somewhat, irregardless of distance. 'Unimaginables' -- I feel their strangeness, but cannot describe it. It's all the new quantum science stuff, which I am intensely interested in.

The last bit is my telling myself that my various troubles cannot prevent me from continuing to work on my novel, set in World War One, and the two main characters which I bring to life every night by writing about them. That's also quantum physics -- the idea that everything that can be imagined exists somewhere, in some universe. To me, they are alive, and I must finish this work, regardless of the day's turmoil.

So. There you have it.

I have never explained a poem before, Maraya1969. But I like the year 1969.

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Response to byronius (Reply #2)

Fri Dec 23, 2011, 11:26 PM

4. Thank you for that. I have always had a hard

time understanding poems, even classics. It's nice to see how one has evolved.

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Response to byronius (Original post)

Fri Dec 23, 2011, 06:16 PM

3. Love it. Love words.

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