Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle - 11/28/12

(Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta!)

You say that you don't want to waste your time
On things you'll never use in life
Like me
And the equation that describes
The ratio between a hypotenuse
And its adjacent side

But I've derived another equation
To show that this relation
-ship ain't changing,
That our derivative is undefined
At every single point in time

So tell my electron orbitals
Exactly how inadmissible
Are Legendre and Bessel?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
You'll never know oh, oh, oh, oh
How far I'll go oh, oh, oh, oh
oh-oh-oh-oh, OH!
Because you're stuck on position
So momentum has gone missing
The only thing that you'll be kissing
Is my uncertainty goodbye

The electro-magnetic spectrum
Can account for your deflection
Einstein knows how to describe
The speed at which you're telling lies
Heisenberg wouldn't be concerned
With the indeterminism in every word
That's coming from your direction
At 333 meters per second

I don't care how you insist
Because you're a third derivative
So you can bet that you won't see me
As n approaches infinity
I'm rocking off to divergence
Unconstrained by your convergence
Your factorials just weren't worth it

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
You'll never know oh, oh, oh, oh
How far I'll go oh, oh, oh, oh
oh-oh-oh-oh, OH!
Because you made the wrong calculations
At every step of this derivation
And found only the equation
Of my velocity goodbye

I'm so done with this discontinuity
Gibbs phenomenon even at infinity
You're the zero in the denominator
Time-dependence in a Hamiltonian operator
But once the boundary condition's imposed
Out of my equations you'll go

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
You'll never know oh, oh, oh, oh
How far I'll go oh, oh, oh, oh
oh-oh-oh-oh, OH!
Because you're stuck on position
So momentum has gone missing
The only thing that you'll be kissing
Is my uncertainty goodbye

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
You'll never know oh, oh, oh, oh
How far I'll go oh, oh, oh, oh
oh-oh-oh-oh, OH!
Because you made the wrong calculations
At every step of this derivation
And found only the equation
Of my velocity goodbye

You'll never know
You'll never know
You'll never know, oh-oh-oh-oh, OH!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The City/My Soul - 11/25/12

I can hear my heart beat
in the city at night,
the rush of wind
over the river
is the pulse of my blood;
the clang of metals
in the distant industrial area,
the opening and closing
of ventricles;
the hum of traffic,
busy capillaries.

I can see my mind running
in the city at night,
radio towers twinkling
are my neurons firing;
satellites flying and falling,
thoughts conflicting;
the rippled water
reflecting distant images
chiaroscuro,
sums up
my being.

Writer's Block - 11/25/12

The night could give
so much more inspiration
could my fingers bare
the cold.

The Photoelectric Effect - 11/25/12


I cleaned out my idea books
to make room for textbooks,
set down my quantum books
to fiddle with computer programs,
rid my mind of poetry
to welcome in philosophy,
turned away from all I felt
until I thought no more.

But the stars don't care
how you interpret
quantum mechanics
or what images
you make with them
or how you came to be,
for they are
your creator,
the still image
of their past lives
making its way to you,
slowly.

I turn away and the light
cannot be said to shine.
When I do not write about them,
they do not wait,
yet are still where I left them
when I come to my senses,
turn back around
and see.

The city lights are star,
fallen on the ground,
and the path I take to see them,
a black hole's event horizon,
dangerous and dark,
Nine pm out on the bluff,
with cold stars of night air
burning my burnt fingers,
and stars of water molecules
rippling down below
and stars of thrilling melodies
ringing from the bell tower
and stars of my own,
palpable as I peak
from under a branch
and the city glitters into being,
stars of probability functions and many-worlds
collapsing in the existence of many-minds
but somehow always the way I see it,
and only when I see it.

Each scientist and poet
got their fame
by listening to the stars
and reporting what they heard.
No more or less
could ever be said
about anything in the world,
but stars and stars
is all we are,
little nuclear reactors of light
so bright
our after image spans the solar system,
pushing further everyday.