Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Unstrung Zero

of dots and lines
the elevated quibblings of
quantum physics

my makeup is no small matter

an elegant hunch
conceived 'round midnite
when Frank was under the stylus
and Dick on top of the matrix

I've got the world on a string

how to explain
the droplets of dots that remain
when straight lines
are straightened
and snap

too much tampering
quiets the quivering

(which ironically)
(is where dimension lies)
(according to the JPL guys)
(in the instability)

dots have no depth
is a lie
Mr. Feynman

her atomized mess
has left deep stains

in a strikingly linear fashion


Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Wow. I would say there is depth here.
You are getting tough to keep up with.
You are here
You are there
When I find you one place
You dissappeare.

Just like a quntum particle...

p.s. how many persons are you?

7/26/2006 2:33 PM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Oh, and drop the "e" and add an "a".

7/26/2006 2:35 PM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

same person. many quarks.

thanks for the heads up: from "e" to "a"

7/26/2006 2:49 PM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

I didn't mean in anything but my first comment (didn't hit the spell check)

7/27/2006 6:30 AM  
Blogger Marc said...

Your style is unique.

The reader drifts onto frequencies of renewal after every intense verse.



7/28/2006 4:13 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Yikes.. this poem has morphed considerably since i first saw it!!!
There is so much in here, lots of dots and rounds and rings and small matters and strings and lines etc. I think the flow of tears has been stemmed somewhat.
(Is it tamping or tampering btw?)
There is a very polite piece of legalese to Mr Feynman.
From memory the line about makeup came earlier before? (if so I liked that better)
A reference to the great Monk in there as well?
A nice mash of science and emotion.
Its interesting how the emotional state of this poem is changing over time!( I reserved comment before in deference to your situation regards your mum.. didn't want to pry or assume it was autobiographical y'know)
BAck again soon.

7/28/2006 6:53 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

And too.. I went to bed thinking about your title and I built up this whole fantasy world about this poem. I determined your grandma was called Pearl (Unstrung Zeros) and that she knew Thelonius Monk (Unsung and Unstrung Hero). I thought all the lines and dots could also refer to musical nottion etc. Frank and Dick are still an enigma to me though :-)
Take Care

7/28/2006 4:04 PM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

Ozy: even though i misunderstood, I like the "a" in rapunzal and fact checked it as well

Marco: thank you for the visit and such a thoughtful response (you're my first "unique" comment); your praise is renewing/refreshing

Dearest Glenn: Ah much to explain (got your message as well)...check your inbox in the next few days when you have time...

7/28/2006 8:26 PM  
Blogger steve said...

Wilczek? will check...and Dick, a fine man, no? Maybe entirely out of line, but I love your writing.

8/10/2006 6:33 AM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

Steve: Welcome. No intended Wilczek reference (not familiar with this one). Nixon, Feynman and Sinatra though as a nod to the icons of the time as quantum mechanics was gaining its stature.

And thank you so much for your kind words. Please visit again.

8/10/2006 7:55 AM  

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