A Brief History of Rhyme (The dreaded thread)

[RascalPuff]

Poetic science alliance.
Einstein's presently abandoned Unified Field reinstated w'out mathematics. The joining of Field with Quantum Mechanics.
The exclusion of politics from science. A scientific paradigm shift in alliance.

Scientific panics at quantum mechanics

Democritus foresaw the invisible atom, but since then his discovery is found with substratrum. From antiquity, and ubiquity the continuous wave was the rave, the magnetic transparent field, all proved to be electrostatically real.

Faraday found the cathode ray. Thompson uncovered electrons one day. Rutherford discovered protons a different way.Temporally understood Maxwell's waves beneath the celestial hood. The wave emitting electron could not be subdivided - at first it was whispered, then openly confided.
Yet along came smaller mysterious articles, of Max Planck’s curiously indivisible particles:

Transforming a known world of electrostatics into a schizoid tangle of quantum mechanics. Conceptual doors were opened for the entrance of protons, but no comprehensive vacancy for the residential photons. Other atomic tenants varied in weight height and disguise, but the photon is always the same value and size. A deteriorating atom might change its balance or valence, while the unchanging photon showed no such talents. Vigils are kept to find it changing its station, while its stubborn identity confirms in black body radiation.

At dollar conventions where no change is invited, twenty nickels sit down to an audience excited. The quantum takes for granted inclusion, while greenbacks resent the currency of intrusion. To and from spherical shells the electron darts, while the unchanged quantum arrives before it departs.

If you’re looking for a message in here, it’s of Max Planck’s quanta and Niels Bohr’s sphere. Invincible in principle, Newton’s Mechanics are sure as shooting, while quantum mechanics are robbing and looting. Evolutionary experiments are eclectic, but the final conclusions are photoelectric. As though these convulusions are not enough, reality panned out some other stuff. The only certain universal permanancy, is Einstein’s constant light-speed and Heisenberg’s indeterminacy.

Einstein’s fort was special & general relativity, while his Nobel Prize was for photo-electricity. Uncle Albert having firstly proven to be right - ahead of Brownian motion and the speed of light. This century old issue of size is how Einstein won the Nobel Prize - how the peace loving master-blaster stayed alive in 1905.

Anaxgoras of pre biblical days took big and little to greater heights and stays, he said "There’s always something larger than large, and always something smaller than small." Perhaps the smallest large statement of all. May this admonition of illusion be this brief sonnet’s conclusion.

The 20th century path has been rough - to the point of surrendering enough of this stuff.

- K. B. Robertson, Copyright 1979 & 2007 All rights reserved. May be used for educational and recreational purposes with the stipulation that proper accreditation is extended to the author.
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Addendum/Afterward: (Extracted from Wikipedia <the google encyclopedia>) "... when a light ray is spreading from a point, the energy is not distributed continuously over ever increasing spaces, but consists of a finite number of energy quanta, that are localized in points in space, move without dividing and can be absorbed or generated as a whole". - Albert Einstein

"This statement has been called the most revolutionary sentence ever written by a physicist in the 20th Century. It signals the end of perceived continuuity and endorses the beginning of duality. The wave is no longer exclusively continuous. The particle is no longer exclusively discontinuous. The two seem to join and share each other’s qualities together as one."
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Though this ballad may be spiritual or mental, any semblance to education is purely coincidental.

Readers are invited to this paragon of camp, may the poetic winner be rewarded with writer's cramp? Whomever may think that here is no thought, please feel free to carry over and give yer best shot.

Best regards,
- RP

[Graybeard]

In Defense of the Quanta

So you're back from Quantum Country, Mister Rascal, where you went,
And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;
Well, we grieve to disappoint you, and it makes it hard to bear
That it wasn't what you went for -- 'Uncle Albert' wasn't there

And your Rolex got the jitters, and Space went all astray
Tho naught to put your finger on, in a relativ-ity way

Well, you know it's not so often that we sees a swell like you;
And our maths are a little uncertain, and we don't know what to do,
Still, we're not so much on gravitas -- quite lighthearted in our way
And if you should return again, we'll see that you don't stray,

Tho your Rolex gets the jitters, and Space goes all astray
Theres naught to put your finger on, in the relativ-ity way

Tho we fear, and mores the pity, that you won't be back anon
Once you've got the quantum jitters, its hard to soldier on
So we'll do our best to miss you, we'll toast you on your own
For our beer's got a strange head on, we call it quantum foam

Tho your Rolex gets the jitters, and Space goes all astray
The last time you were with us, you were heard to say

'I'll give those quantum beasties best, they've shaken all me nerve
to feel them whistle thru the Void, and plunge and buck and swerve
Their safe at 'rest' in Quantum Land, I'll salute them with 'Enough!'
Relativity's all the go -- henceforth -- for Rascal Puff.'

Tho your Timepiece gets the jitters, and Space goes all astray
We'd be mighty pleased to see if you come back our way


just for fun ... greg

[austintorn@aol.com]

Photonic Wonders

I took a snapshot of a moving photon;
It filled a pixel, and was not moving on.
The photo told me not how fast it had flown,
So I assumed this info couldn’t be known.

The photon was ageless at the speed of light,
As women are always young and always right,
For time had stopped, ‘though I thought time was movement.
Photons never get old or need improvement.

With my new contact lenses, I now can see
One photon, unmeasured by man—most need three.
It traveled 13 billion years, from the deep,
But what lights my dark head when I dream in sleep?

How come photons don’t pile up on the floor
Under my lamp when it shines all the more?
Lucky thing, for where would I put them all—
Doing light housekeeping into the hall?

Is it light that defines space, as EM?
Do I see the light? What is lit in REM?
Is light the answer to the TOE’s dark quiz?
Then wherever it reaches, existence is.

[austintorn@aol.com]

Gravity's Well

Gravity fell, from its fundamental throne,
Being a blend of matter and motion.
As with time, if we take away what’s known,
Its attraction fades into oblivion.

It is already gone in my dream sleep
In which I float, fly, and hover at will;
But, upon awakening from the deep,
The super bed-gravity holds me still.

Instead of dieting, I live on the moon,
Playing golf, but the bunkers are so deep
I have to take some giant leaps until noon;
‘Though I love the freedom of low-grav feet.

If there were none, life could really be tough,
Our stuff floating away, what losing brings;
What a mess, although it might help those fluffs
Mercilessly dominated by material things.

If gravity’s of movement and matter,
Like time, it might be a new dimension,
So to speak, but may still need the other three,
Although it’s just the right dose of tension.

We can conquer gravity’s whole world round
By the mere lift of a little finger;
Yet we get hang-ups about our hang-downs,
And thoughts of what the hell it is still linger.

[Graybeard]

Brief Reflection on Accuracy

Fish
Always accurately know where to move and when,
and likewise
birds have an accurate built-in time sense
and orientation.

Humanity, however,
Lacking such instincts resorts to scientific
research.

Its nature is illustrated by the following
occurrence.

A certain soldier
had to fire a cannon at six o’clock sharp every evening.
being a soldier he did so. When his accuracy was
investigated he explained:

I go by
the absolute accurate chronometer in the window
of the clockmaker down in the city. Every day at seventeen
forty-five I set my watch by it and
climb the hill where my cannon stands ready.
At seventeen fifty-nine precisely I step up to the cannon
and at eighteen hours sharp I fire.

And it was clear
That this method of firing was absolutely accurate.
All that was left was to check that chronometer. So
the clockmaker down in the city was questioned about
his instrument’s accuracy.

Oh, said the clockmaker,
this is one of the most accurate instruments ever, just
imagine,
for many years now a cannon has been fired at six o’clock
sharp.
And every day I look at this chronometer
and always it shows exactly six.

So much for accuracy.

And fish move in the water, and from the skies
comes a rushing of wings while
Chronometers tick and cannon boom.

By Miroslav Holub
Translated from the Czech by Ewald Osers

[Graybeard]

About Planck Time

Once upon a time, way back in the infinitesimal
First fraction of a second attending our creation.
A tiny drop containing all of it, all energy
And all its guises, burst upon the scene.

Exploding out of nothing into everything
Virtually instantaneously, the way our thoughts
Leap eagerly to occupy the abhorrent void.
Once, say ten or twenty billion years ago

In Planck time, in no time at all, the veil
Available to our perceptions was flung out
Over space at such a rate the mere imagination
Cannot keep up, so rapidly the speed of light
Lags miraculously behind, producing a series
Of incongruities that has led our curiosity,
Like Ariadne's thread. through the dim labyrinth
Of our conclusions to the Place of our beginning.

In Planck time, everything that is was spread so thin
That all distance is enormous, between each star,
Between subatomic particles, so that we are composed
Almost entirely of emptiness, so that what separates
This world, bright ball floating in its midnight blue,
From the irrefutable logic of no world at all
Has no more substance than the traveller's dream,
So that nothing can be said for certain except
That sometime, call it Planck time, it will all just
Disappear, a parlor trick, a rabbit back in its hat,
Will all go up in a flash of light, abracadabra,
An idea that isn't being had anymore.

By George Bradley

[Graybeard]

Entropy

Your coffee grows cold on the kitchen table,
which means the universe is dying.

Your dress on the carpet is just a dress,
it has lost all sense of you now.
I open the window, the sky is dark
and the house is also cooling, the garden,
the summer lawn, all of it finding an equilibrium.
I watch an ice-cube melt in my wine,
the heat of the Chardonnay passing into the ice.

It means the universe is dying: the second law
of thermodynamics. Entropy rising.

Only the fridge struggles to turn things round
but even here there's a hidden loss.
It hums in the corner, the only sound
on a quiet night. Outside, in the vast sky
stars are cooling. I think of the sun
consuming its fuel, the afternoon that is past,
and your dress that only this morning
was warm to my touch.

By Neil Rollinson

[Graybeard]

Dear Rascal (Robby)... If you have not already found it ...

I suspect you will greatly enjoy this link.

http://etext.virginia.edu/DicHist/alpha/A-B.html

(It has an unpublished text of Newton's as well)

cool bananas .... greg

[Lloyd Gillespie]

Tootin___Newton...

"The extension, hardness, impenetrability, mobility, and
inertia of the whole result from the extension, hardness,
impenetrability, mobility and inertia of the parts, and hence
we conclude the least particles of all bodies to be also
extended and hard impenetrable and movable and endowed
with their proper inertia. And this is the foundation of all
philosophy." (Principia, Book III, Rule III).

From Greg's link: http://etext.virginia.edu/DicHist/alpha/A-B.html

[Graybeard]

Lloyd ... glad you liked it.... I find it an excellent site ... thats not all they have on Newton (unpublished) ..

A lot of stuff there

cool bananas ... greg