sky blue air
I seek a sunlit place where I might breathe again.
It lies beyond the end of my imagination,
and before the incomprehensible begins.
I wore the clothes she gave me,
I did my best and worst.
By reflection and refraction,
I hid within the whisper light.
If you sleep inside a fridge, you must not close the door;
soft machines must walk the path beside the sea.
Semiconductor junctions in the forest path,
abhorrent vacuums, cathodic rays,
while the sun hides nuclear fusion angels.
the queen of science
My first and ever true, from zero
and the slightly rational to beyond,
in the court of mathematics
where you were the sweetest
When you left, I didn’t tell you.
My goodbye was a silent integration
on a pulsing cardioid, a regression to infinity,
and now I only have my pride, my solitude,
and my C++ compiler.
- selfie exhibition at tenfortyseven creative space in Sydney, 1047 Botany Road, Mascot, from May 11 to May 26; opens Sat May 11 2-5 pm, hours: Sat & Sun 11-4 pm,
- there is a limit to what we can imagine or dream of,
- soft machines appeared in the stray branch
- extract from Chapman and Cowling’s foundational work “The Mathematical Theory of Non-Uniform Gases,” The University Press (1953)
- figure from Cyril Bibby’s classic “Simple Experiments in Biology,” Heinemann (1961)
- mathematics is the queen of the sciences
eponymous life (detail, click for full image), made with VEE, the visual evolution engine