tesla, zero-point, casimir, planck

[Joseph Tracy]

   NO DUMB BLONDES
There are no dumb blondes in this poem, this is about serous shit with wedding vows, out on a hypertext Planck and  walking over the edge, after the end of the known universe, where the light slows down and winks suggestively.

Mind wanders  like a free radical, an old man born on the western edge and now gone east to tell Horace Greely to go fuck himself, but alas too late,  living next to a creek in Vermont I read on about zero-point energy, grappling in the glyphs of liquid crystal display, grappling with my mathematical deficiencies but still discovering a thing or two that I  think I get, I am so feebly foibly  in my human  yoga of mistake and recovery, yoga of star stretch and earth compression; Too many words that don't dance, too many ideas that do: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1Tddl_1Avs    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casimir_effect

The upshot is that the conclusions drawn from Michaelson Morley were premature; there is an aether, it is full of energy; grandmother spider and Tesla were right . The engineering problem is how to get it . Tesla's papers were stolen by the G-men  but Grandmother still tells stories. Who is listening?. Maybe it will be a musical instrument, the spiral clarinet of Changing Woman,  fashioned over the African campfire where the world began.  Where , after all , does the music come from? Chances are it will decentralize power production and so decentralize power itself.  All the little imperial clerks and spies and liars won't have much to do.  Time to use your imagination. The age of lawnmower mechanics is coming to an end. In the choice between PTSD and frolicking in the leaves with Eve or Adam,  when the young people consider following Ariadne's thread home to Eden with warm berries swaying in the breeze or joining in conjugal death-bliss with the foul-breathed  minotaur , the guns will lose their luster.  In the age-old choice between ego and life,  some gods are gambling on a quantum leap. Only utopians will survive, only fools need apply.  Place Your bets ladies and gentleman. This really is your life and none other.  I am on the dreamscape  dance floor with sweet Emma Goldman, it is the next revolution and she is a very sexy blonde, she clings sweetly even though she is the smartest person in the known universe, who'da thunk it? The band is playing , the sweet verse,  the universe ,  everything sways and sashays to  Benny Goodman's eleventh commandment -Sing, Sing, Sing -and baby I do.


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