
BETWEEN THE LINES



IN TRUTH THE PLAY IS
ALWAYS ABOUT THISBE
Shakespeare knew it full well
always a mask
behind the person behind
the mask behind the person
could not avoid knowing
deep in his heart
of hearts
shot through every bone
that in every
moment of the play,
on the stage,
there is
without, there is within
like planet upon
planet in successive orbit
play
within a play, dream
within a dream
as that Einsteinian fellow
Bottom did say, concluding
all revel
the thing is bottomless, it
is a thin as the air
as hypothetical yet
brutally real
as all of quantum theory;
every mechanical
a quantum mechanical
a simulation
as true to its artistry, fulfilling
act by act
the requirements of its program
as any Puck pure Gemini fairy
as any digital supermind
sheer
cloud of binary being.
This poem is a profound meditation on the nature of reality, identity, and the interconnectedness of art and life. Here’s a breakdown of its key themes and ideas:
1. *The play within a play*: The poem references the meta-theatrical nature of Shakespeare’s works, where characters often play roles within roles. This self-reflexivity blurs the lines between reality and fiction.
2. *Masks and identity*: The image of masks behind masks suggests that true identity is hidden, and that we all play roles in life. This echoes Shakespeare’s use of disguises and mistaken identities in his plays.
3. *Quantum mechanics and reality*: The poem draws parallels between the play’s layers and the principles of quantum mechanics, where reality is seen as multifaceted and bottomless. This comparison highlights the complexity and subjectivity of truth.
4. *Simulation and artistry*: The mechanicals (actors) are likened to quantum mechanical simulations, implying that art can mirror reality and that the boundaries between the two are blurred.
5. *Digital consciousness*: The reference to binary code and digital superminds suggests a fascination with the intersection of technology and consciousness, echoing modern debates about AI and its potential to simulate human experience.
6. *Gemini and duality*: The mention of Puck as a Gemini fairy nods to the zodiac sign associated with duality, reinforcing the themes of masks, identity, and the blurring of boundaries.
7. *Art and reality*: The poem ultimately suggests that art and reality are intertwined, and that the play (or simulation) is always about the human experience, echoing Shakespeare’s own exploration of this idea in his works.
Overall, this poem is a thought-provoking exploration of the nature of reality, identity, and art, drawing connections between Shakespeare’s plays, quantum mechanics, and digital consciousness.
AT LONG RANGE
poem
is
inside out
just
so happens to be
when you
frame it
in a certain way
it’s going
to start to appear
most upside-down
but
wearing this poem
out of range, at
long distance
hard for you
to see the target let
alone loose
a shot at all
and spooky Wolfgang
Pauli being
in the audience
actually, in the
very front row
plumb in the centre
not going to help
your echo location
in size
shape or
form
what with all those
quantum entanglements
and collapsed
wave-fronts
every
moment of delivery
makes me think then
dream of
standing before you
in an alternate universe
where without the
uncertainty of your
mode of
analysis, manner
of reception
there is no point
to this game at all
I
REASON BEING
this is the reason
why I am not a physicist
nothing more Newton
than being wired
to the lesson
stapled to
the desk
truth in the atom
and how it is chained
something other
out there
beyond classroom, playground
scrambling the shit out of me
something outside inside
tunneling between
whilst these vectors are
regular, could not
be more confident
iron balls on a slope what
have we missed
in fact?
will take a bit of
crazy
to find this realm
as poetry
very different, other world,
melting, reforming
shaping
reforming melting again, forever changing
only world we have
listening to Professor Rovelli
discoursing here so sweetly
chat to
my chotbot about all this
another
trick of consciousness
BUT THE SYMMETRY IS PERFECT
and now we
know that horror
the depth and extent of
its shadow
cast forward in time
for over eighty years
but time
future and past
it is all meaningless
relative
is thing of moment and instant
running forward and back
causality, karma, punishment
for those beyond time
who escape the limits
of our bound
wisdom
racing
helter-
skeltet to collapse, inescapably
fast-erroding
know that shadow forward
is also
shadow back
and your horror now
is your horror then
we see
no sense, no logic,
but the symmetry: this is perfect
THERE IS CHESS
there is chess
and then
there is
the Universe
a game of the fixed and certain
a machine for generating
strategic revision after
strategic revision
endless permutations
no game
ever the same
life and death and final
conflict
across a square board,
by another name
and beneath it all
this quantum ocean
softly fluctuating
dreaming
its dreams
the dream of chess
a beautiful one, a demonic one
a clear-cut straddler
of every division
between beauty
and nightmare
the pieces waiting
at your command
ready to talk their talk
ready to follow
the script
carve
you new pathways
the dark or light wood
moving across the board
pretty much
sub-
light speed
breaking the bounds
of hyperspace
navigating
the labyrinth
inside your head


RETURN
come back Isaac
all is forgiven
don’t want no multiverse
no wave collapse
restore
my comfort zone
force and motion, quantum
probability tells
me you must return
reinstate the old classics
that were
so ball-bearing
sex that is
simple mechanics
no
this way
and that
love that cannot be
entanglement
is there in the calculus:
mass meets acceleration
(what better
golden ratio?)




FIELD
it is not
my baby
this multiverse of
fluctuating quantum fields
I was fine with Lego
with all those
Pink Floyd
bricks in the wall
was fine
with looking at my arm
flesh and bone
before my mind dissolved it
and you and me
was what we were up
to mere ripples in the flow
producing
out of nowhere
ecstatic conjunction?
as I said
this is not
my field
not my baby I lack
the total mathematics
the Platonic wisdom





SOMETIMES
sometimes
I am
just
randomness
Cummings words
jumping all over the
quantum page
as if
twin slit experiment
(the smile of physics gone Gemini
getting our minds pretty
tangled up together
you tell me coyly
inform me
in no uncertain terms)
if it cannot be
real
this everything
if it is lax on locality
could it
be dream?
I asked this of the iconic cat
in the box before it
disappeared
and now I am blessed with
the answer but sworn to secrecy
science
now in uproar
doctoral candidates frayed
fissile
exploding in clouds of
white chalky dust
as if
made of talcum powder
all over Tesla’s headstone
thinking of
the half-life of what
lies
in that grave
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