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Strung Together A collage poem constructed from sampled bits of the original poems published in the new book Riffing on Strings – Creative Writing Inspired by String Theory, published by Scriblerus Press, 2008.
She couldn’t fall asleep had watched a program on PBS about string theories, membranes, parallel universes, gravity…
But maybe she just couldn’t knit.
Air is full of mistaken stars & the wiggly half- zeroes stripes make when folded into fabric
and in no time we started to unravel we spent the oddest days searching for our ends.
We were budding physicists; we were burnouts trying to get comfortable with mystery
To verify the absolute minimum something, a shadow of a spasming string, of what else to call it but god?
Frequencies configuring space and time numerating our senses our skins our desires
Flat in singularity with our undone strings… until we’re less than puff, slit by passing planets into branes
Strongly tied a galaxy held equations knit a symmetry of Nature
Matter and its opposite hiccup gulped in the big lipped, ink-black hole
under swimming the eleven strings of a space they will never enter through eleven curled membranes they can never imagine
But what is it? what noun placed next to what verb modified by what adverb holds the secret?
Dark matter evidently holds a key to communicating across dimensions
dimensions beyond the three up and down side to side back and forth
Dimensions pulled like taffy strings
At least one of these dimensions blurs at the speed of a plucked guitar string, becomes uniformly invisible and able to inhabit more space than it ought
I am so tiny science has not figured out a way to define me
How am I so unreal And yet my thread is real?
Begin with a line, remove the middle third. Remove the middle third of the segments. Do it again and so on. Only a dust of points remains
clutch quanta catch thread make bed of messy everything but the numbers will tell
The physics of living tangles the common there is another Universe filled with old rubber bands
Let me finger their eurhythmytic. And you’ll see I’m self-thought
The undulating lines of pure thought that describe the theory of everything
Broken strings littered the floors of physics departments everywhere
Rolled hems stiffening in the wind, strung out upon a sagging stretch of line
Only their orbital keeps them from falling into recurring dreams.
To this day there is still nothing to prove.
Many strings compared to one when the universe shrinks into a dot the string’s end has frayed into ten strands, which themselves can be unwound into 26.
String Theory posits no events when it isn’t metaphor, donut twists in matter – 10 to the minus 33 cm—
And in the toy chest of infinities both larger and smaller sets can be found side by side
On the other hand, silly string may underpin much of the universe
string that’s super symmetric particles passing through your house and body
(I’m picking up super vibrations from my GUT to my TOE)
A maddening locomotion imperatives imbuing shimmering
Angels wracking their branes to tune the superstrings of their harp’s fundamentals
remember that all motion is trying to be perfected, to be still
to loop and loop in wavicles of joy that make me matter
How many possible routes, how many maps rolled into tubes, tubes pulled taught into strings folding into points?
Trying to calculate Horizon, the line strong between water and night
the whirl of charmed quarks
Extra dimensions, parallel universes, the whole over-loaded wagon held together with tiny bits of string
those fickers which are returnally reprodictive of themselves
we can’t renounce the invisible, the fluid foundation of the solidly seen. We can only imagine and speak in shrinking untruths
the ordering will come the tight weave will expose its structure and dimensions will blink our eyes
Wobbly fibres coaxed from eternity
You were unraveled in childhood until you were everything.
Strung Together Sampled contributors to this collage poem: Cecilia Vicuña and James O’Hern, Colette Inez, Dave Morrison, Joseph Radke, Kathleen M. Heideman, Bruce Holland Rogers, Michelle Morgan, Robert Borski, Sandy Beck, Elaine Terranova, Diane Shipley DeCillis, Lauren Gunderson, Cherryl E. Garner, Deborah P. Kolodji, Mary Margaret Serpento, ushi, oino sakai, assu, and Lucinda Borkenhagen, Michael Ricciardi, David Hurst, Brenda Hillman, Jeff P. Jones, Heather Holliger, Linda Nemec Foster, Susan Zwinger, Wendy Vardaman, Christine Klocek-Lim, Cleo Fellers Kocol, Beret Skorpen- Tifft. Also: James Joyce (Finnegans Wake) Collaged poem & power point by M. Ricciardi Riffing on Strings – Creative Writing Inspired by String Theory was edited by Sean Miller and Shveta Verma, and published by Scriblerus Press, 2008 Winner of an IPPY Silver Medal (Creative Non-fiction) 2008/9