If none of (a) to (f) apply, please explain your reasons in writing in the space labelled “Other.” Inmates are not permitted additional pages.
[A selection of “Other” responses follows. Respondent’s names have been replaced by pseudonyms to preserve inmate anonymity. Comments scratched into the wall and/or with rows of indecipherable symbols were excluded.]
“Anonímia de Tal”
I measured my expectancies—
mantras, books, and pills in quantized repetition,
overtime and undertime spent flickering from pillow to post,
leaping with the pendulous clock,
though in a temporary lapse,
I once considered skin mites, so fearsome microscopically,
and the sparrows pecking hair lying fallen at my feet.
If their nests were wide enough, I might recline in one,
although they’ve shown no gratitude for my attention.
Once a fisher of the real, casting nets in corridors,
seeking manufactured secrets, symmetry in revelation.
But now my remnant clothing’s dry-clean only,
the facts I used to wear have frayed and tattered in the wash
and I cannot bend my thinking to my own,
it’s flown to the inflamed horizon.
First a step and then another, through the gallery of organic mirrors.
In a fatuous moment, I’ll reflect a stranger’s shadow,
but I won’t speak of cyanoacrylate adhesive:
the insufficient bonding of my mind.
If I could skip through time long past,
a pebble poorly aimed at childhood swans,
I’d wind the dial backwards to when the world was still entire,
not left without a mystic skerrick by the pixel pixies,
to when foretellings skimmed the combinatrix of infinity,
and I would revel in the beauty of the mythical tomato.
The moon’s prismatic glow would yield Fraunhofer’s secrets,
and I’d imbibe each sunshot dawn with reverential visions:
glorious adornments of the wondrous fruit.
I’d shoot the breeze with stalwart market vendors,
pass comment on the epicyclic motions of the planets,
but without the merest mention of the sun’s obsequious orbit
around galactic central: the sombre well of gravity
whence only Hawking’s luminous vibrations might escape.
Such futuristic truths are best left in abeyance,
or else a holier-than-thou inquisitorial vacation
might be in the offing.
- According to Vegetable Facts, in Italy, tomatoes were used solely for decorative purposes until the 18th Century.
- prisms and Fraunhofer lines
- A galactic year is 225 million earth years or so, but no need to wait for the end-of-year celebrations. One centi-arcsecond of rotation is called a Galactic Tick, a GT happens every 633.7 days, and the next GT Day is March 21, 2020. I’ll be lighting candles on a cake. Hope the Milky Way makes a wish.
- the galactic center and Hawking radiation emitted by black holes
cloud control (part above), from VEE, the visual evolution engine, with EMMA, an entropy min-max add-on.