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Eye on the Universe
By Gail Gray
Differentia Press
Santa Maria, CA
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Eye on the Universe
By Gail Gray
Copyright © 2009
All Rights Reserved.
Published by Differentia Press
Book Design by Felino A. Soriano
Cover Art, courtesy of Ciocanel Razvan
Except for the sole purpose for use in reviews, no portion of this book may be reproduced in any
form, without the written permission from the publisher.
Differentia Press
Santa Maria, CA 93458
Differentia Press Poetic Collections of the
│Experimental Spectrum│
differentiapress.com
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Dedicated to: the writers, poets, artists, artisans, theoretical physicists, astrophysicists,
astrologers, musicians, dancers, poi spinners, and skateboarders who strive to connect all the
strings, especially those I know personally. You inspired this collection. You know who you are.
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Acknowledgements
Thanks to the following publications who published some of the poems in this collection:
Counterexample Poetics: Collapse, Summons to the Creative
ditch,: The Ribbon Effect
Troubadour Press 21: Eye on the Universe
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Table of Contents
Flux………………………………………………………………………………………………12
Venus in Copper…………………………………………………………………………………13
Primary Struggle…………………………………………………………………………………14
Eye on the Universe……………………………………………………………………………...15
Stumbling………………………………………………………………………………………...16
Collapse………………………………………………………………………………………….17
After the Pledge………………………………………………………………………………….18
The Ribbon Effect………………………………………………………………………………..20
Absinthe Round Table…………………………………………………………………………...21
Hecate Gathers Her Contemporary Garments…………………………………………………...23
Summons to the Creative………………………………………………………………………...25
Thanks to a Reminder from Duane Locke……………………………………………………….26
Bomb……………………………………………………………………………………………..27
Miscalculations…………………………………………………………………………………..28
Global Creed……………………………………………………………………………………..29
Self Juggling on Art Crawls……………………………………………………………………...30
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Eye on the Universe
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"Art is always a complex beyond science. It is a statement of one in the face of the
all; not a statement by one for the use of all."
"The practice of an art or arts, is as essential to the whole man as a knowledge of
science. This is not because of what art is, but because of what art does to the
artist."
—John Fowles, The Aristos
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Flux
Pontia…that dangling moment…
as Aristotle spoke…pontia:
the place of the unknown;
of what may happen
stretched
between
the rush
of cause
& the stamp of effect.
Not caught
like an insect in a jar.
Not designed like a city or society.
or planned like religion or dogma.
But like an illusive unknown metal
smelted from the ore,
eager to rush headlong.
The catalyst coins its pleasure
in change……caught in a poem
sensed in song
glimpsed in a painting;.
graced in dance
or the hesitant kiss -
that dangling moment
intent
to rush you
tingling
to wonder.
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Venus in Copper
She dresses her venus in copper. Under room temperature her high electrical properties, thermal conductivity, transforms daily dynamics. Live fully alive! Bask in warmth and fire! There’s red in the fall of her cloth for a reason. Not to mention the oligodynamic effect… a copper scalpel cauterizes as it cuts…. impulses dancing with the body’s electrical system healing as it slices. Her solo orbiting s-electron Prove her a malleable metal ready for change and costume. He’ll never be bored. She’ll don oxide crystals like gems. Oxygen makes her green. Dusky looks from beneath the shadows her goal: mossing hearts, stirring memories, imagination verdigrised two lovers, flagrant Epicureans in a meadow fragrant.
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Primary Struggle
Each of my lungs
harbors a tree of life
attached to the Axis Mundi.
My scoliosis spine warps,
influenced by earth’s
four degree wobble. This
decision, descent to the human,
complicated by slumbering
memories of soul,
slug slow, trapped
on this crooked staff
laboriously unwraps
the connection.
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Eye on the Universe
The god’s eye
of the Etched
Hourglass nebula
glaring from ring fire tubes,
withholds and offers answers.
The thin king gathers
telescopes and cosmos maps
gazes back. He’ll always be
last, this power
struggle a given.
Heart racing, 8,000 light years
distant, mind quickened,
smitten, he gasps
as the dying star
haloes it’s exit…
grace delivered,
a casual
wave hello.
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Stumbling My beliefs, hang in this buried place, disintegrate, brittle as ancient gauze, tomb wrappings caked with the leavings, the offerings of philosophers and prophets. My hands hold shreds of Hegel, dust bits of Sartre. I can’t stay centered among the living dead. Reminders: don’t believe what you see; don’t believe what they say. The actual world’s beauty waits beneath the sham it’s luster opaque beneath the hollow stare. Once it shimmied behind a veil; Once it quivered beneath the sea; Once it strode between dust storms. This is just a test. I must remember this is just a test. when we regain our senses there is only awe.
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Collapse
They saw in layers, perhaps collapsed
then expanded,
Orwell, Nostradamus, Cayce, DaVinci, Verne
trusting vision
better than our
20/20 laser-corrected eyes,
Technicolor contacts and
blue-tooth body attachments…
precursors of trans-humanism.
What frantic frenzy would Beethoven write
to score the downward sliding promises
and elevated graphs?
Quantum physicians put on their poker faces,
play bingo with metaphysicians while
Heraclitus referees,
his hands itching to jot down
fragments, despite knowing
they may never be read.
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After The Pledge
The disappearance so easy but the Turn
transports one to the other's game.
In four different states,
a left-handed handshake affirms. Instant karma's
too slow for the initiate.
Tesla tried to warn us.
The killing's in the waiting;
always a crook'd (not crook-ed) finger
away…
these little charades these shared secrets;
Fowles wrote the map on Heraclitus scraps.
Feeling alone in the presence
of others knowing the difference…
a foreign place of beginning, a repeat, shifting of spirals,
individual beads strung on wires.
Moore than one Thomas, mentioned the method:
slipknot from one to the other.
Jung recommended:
gravitational slide-ride to spike the experience.
Mousetrap games echo time-delayed sequence. Einstein smiles at the magic.
No need for trickery.
No Six Flag mesmer, the slow realization
as concrete as that nail
in your heart, or palms.
The alembic of memories
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breathes, once the Prestige
of spirit takes wing,
Rook takes king.
Cycles require more than one revolution.
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The Ribbon Effect
As all accelerates, physicists crack
theorems quick as whips,
as do poets with the Logos.
Artists’ compositions
yearn. Fragments coalesce.
The innards of atoms
compelled to connect…
fling questions like slingshots,
faster than the Haldon Collider
splits and smashes
diverse arts: seeds towards the whole;
the encompassing universe within
a complex
craving…
misled in seeking answers
when the answer lies
in our craving
to be known
by one.
“Forget naïve reality,” quantum
scientists warn, “consciousness
does more than observe.”
The fractal messages contort
to awareness
response of grandeur…
an elegant design.
Paint, notes,
words and numbers
invoke the numinous…
grace in a moment;
or all of time combined.
The sublime attempts to stroke
the cheek of Eros.
A child is born
knowing;
owns it all once again
twirling….
holding ribbons
overhead.
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Absinthe Round Table The stars forgot their plastic presence, shift to beforetime, recall their essence. Inner gaseous fire meets the gaze, as in centuries past. This year of rare eclipses, planetary alignments, their drama, made redundant. Who can compete? Ghost kisses of Le Fey Verde deny January midnight’s chilling death-threat shoulder-grip. Instead, she exhales the breathy curl, sensuous verde spiriteaux once reviled, once again, releaser of secrets. Conchis and Magus, offers the universe. Tibetan bells, Morphic whines, Saurian Meditation entwine aroma of cloven smoke; entangled. Forbidden realm the space between, the place beyond. The ancients applaud. Queen of the café societies, from Bohemia to Prague. Mistress of Paris, consort of Rimbaud, Verlaine, Lautrec; instigator of Van Gogh and Wilde. Habitué of New Orleans. Crowley in the contemplation of mages, sipped and observed her fountain, surrounded by supplicants at the ritual bathe. From Café Slavia to Catalonia, how many have known her wiles? This green goddess escapes the worldly hand of law, returns, summons new subjects. Reciprocal hunger for essence, misted hint… complete sentience, lingers on tongues, miasmic spell. Simple distillation of leaves, flowers (fennel, star anise, hyssop, and melissa macerated in the alembic bride of Atremisia absinthium) or ally of Foxglove, Monk’s, Hood, Henbane, Nightshade. Her ever-lengthening tendrils more entwined than Pre-Raphaelite brushstrokes; more inclined toward forever… than alchemists ministrations.
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In verdant knowledge, she whispers… to invite… to dine on the unknown to divine.
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Hecate Gathers Her Temporary Garments
Follow
her pomegranate trail,
trailed by autumn leaf whispers,
ankle-bell; finger cymbal summons.
Germinate
transport
seeds
in fecund mire.
Gaze,
in drowning pools
time has no evidence,
only ripple;
ever-widening vision
Physicists attest
air enclosed in water,
element begets element.
Traverse
on these fertile steps
this narrow path,
Turn away
far from vagary time
clocks are a-foul, each
losing time at different times
reminders
of Einstein and Hawking, Greene and Bohn
Ascend
endless stairs,
leaving stone for
darkened pastures,
Travel beyond
walls of memory…
the ever-present edge
Boundaries
rendered non-existent.
Leap
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other dimensions,
places once forgotten.
dissolve the prison
Proclaim
….nothing is static
only ever-reaching
spirals and cycles
R e c r e a t e t h e u n i v e r s e
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Summons to the Creative
Feel the pull,
as if the gravity of meaning, the gravity
of galaxies light years traveled
lured you from your safely shaped life;
refused “no” for an answer
offered no quarter to distractions, evasions,
escape. At first an invitation to
participation mystique
but the yawn is needy for spokesmen
and heralds of transcendence. The universal tug
wins, the house fixed by the planets you
chose at birth.
Collective man must have a voice,
dispersing your personal desires
as if scattering marbles. The hand on
your shoulder, snaking into your mind
is the spirit fed on the lives of your
influences. As society crumbles
the summons becomes louder, crueler,
keener. You may attempt to elude, but
night wakenings, day nightmares pursue
in packs, teeth eager for tendons…all for the benefit
of those unequipped.
You…sacrificed upon humanity’s steps…
divine device…cued
to hear, interpret the whispers
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Thanks to the Reminder from Duane Locke
Having to undo unlearn
replace the lies with inner thrum
and strum. Always the encroachment;
the insidious lethargy of forget
until the build-up, mounded high in drifts
of grief to fill the void of lies with smudge, a black
hole sucking back each illumination
turns pinpoints into drains greedy suck to every pore
of hard-won self. The clapping hands;
the audience happy to purchase
falsehoods of security, line the gauntlet, smile as you
slide away. Your drowning memories ache to touch the page.
The Braille of your awkward
awakened moments, fragile as blotter paper quivers beneath a pen
all too desperate to spit, spill or smear.
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Bomb I never asked for this terminal coat never signed up for this shuffle ride so I’ll stretch a penline to all those hanging heads nodding poignant pomegranate greetings; to all those ink & paint stained hands spreading edges as easy as opening crooked, ill-hung shutters, soul and heart scraps cascading thick as confetti tossed from the balcony, one foot looped around rusted iron, arms flung wide in Icarus mimicry; to all those calloused fingers intimate with the midnight satisfaction of the last note. I might hide away where only the conductor can see me might bury my screams in the train whistle’s echo, but I’ve arranged a line of pirated canon primed and loaded with stanzas; a restless coffee-stained finger eager to hit ENTER
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miscalculation
the ticking away of days
holds no meaning
for squirrels or angels.
becoming….
both ends and means
is a sideways process
sand mandalas
blown by the breathy sigh
of what next?
expand the grand design
our meager worries,
incomprehensible to
3-legged turtles who
step-step-thump
to 100% authenticity,
betray us
while our fingers
struggle to restrain
the curtain, pockets
of asteroids hurl eight balls
aimed at our squeamish guts,
laughing
at the
finite
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G l o b a l G r e e d
Look to the spears
slicing their space in the sky,
church spires, the vacant glass
stare of banks, steel phallic
telecommunication
towers,
breeding dependency with every
website hit; spreading
fear culture more deadly
than pandemic flu; more insidious
than a hand snaking up the skirt
of liberty.
The individual translated into
a series of 1`s and 0’s
corralled.
Electric web, a coiled razorwire fence,
stretching it’s insatiable fingers
grasping beyond the
territorial.
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S e l f - J u g g l i n g
o n A r t C r a w l s
On art gallery crawls
Pendleton Street Arts district
I meet the inner trickster,
juggler of choices and Harlequin diamonds
who learns through play.
There’s no guarantee
the danger’s removed
but if we Iook sideways
through cracked ears
and pin-holed hearts,
memory twists
to its own
lyrical device
there being no truth,
only perception.
Potential is a Mirabilis
poi-spinning synchronicity
in flames of choice
washing midnight skies.
Faces,
occluded
by the flaming staff,
remind:
plastic protection melts
under such heat.
The reach meant not for self
but heights
displays itself hands-deep in South Carolina clay; after-cooling rounds of Yling Yling;
talk of Dali, the Aristos, Stephen King.
Street-poets twist
influences, dreams,
reflection, symbols
revealed on sidewalks:
as chaotic as careening
blind-folded in bumper cars
New Orleans, Crash! Irag Crash!
Van Gogh Crash! Melange.
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Once cast aside,
these seekers,
unveil reluctant heroes
who driven, deep-drink the elements:
water, air, fire and water
to await the spark…
the primordial pivotal
Spark.
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