Theory
by Steven McCabe
Physics again standing on its head
Physicists discovering an upside – down world
The elementary particles comprising stars can leap
It seems
Across time (if there really is time) reappearing
And appearing in numerous locations at once
The simultaneous stars stretching across infinity
Are one and the same
Projections of one star
One star only we see here and there
As if altering as if shadowing our days and years
With a spectacularly aloof performance
Like the lover
You just can’t forget
Previously published in my fourth book of poetry Hierarchy of Loss (Ekstasis Editions 2007)
Digital art based on an ink sketch in my moleskin sketchbook.
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This is honestly one of my favorites, Steven! Both the words and the artwork- Could not pick one over the other, which means you approached it correctly. A good friend of mine in Colorado is a quantum physicist and he always calls it “spooky science.” He was always talking about dark matter and the God particle, etc. Anyway, keep up the great work and enjoy the day!
Thank you J.E. I’m very happy to hear this text/image mood/voice speaks to you.
The physics thing is puzzling. Unlike emotions, ‘spirituality’ or aesthetics which are subjective we have been taught that science is an objective discipline. But now ‘facts’ about objective reality throw previous understandings into question. Spooky is a good word your friend used. The known has become… unknown.
I shall do my utmost to keep up the work and I hope your day is excellent also.
Gorgeous… and how ‘like a lover” one just can’t forget. Mesmorizing. Your work, your words, our upside-down world… Beautifully illustrated here.
thank you Stephia….for seeing into this and your warm thoughts about the work…Yes, an absence reappearing…turning our world…upside down…
Super-wonderful, Steven, what you have done and what you are describing. Probably my own predilections seeping in, but You feel like Rumi, or Hafiz in this poem, and when you add the drawing it even feels a little like Ezekiel. It leads me into the mystical celebration and wonder.
Thank you Jack. I think my wagon wheels are creaking along and you hear a certain sound because those sounds surround you but if my straining and heaving resemble what you describe even the slightest I will be thankful such a thing decided to pass through me.
So much to take in and think about.
This is completely engaging, gorgeous, and mysterious. Exceptional drawings, Steven. And I like the glimpse into your process, the turning page…
Thank you Karen, for your (battery recharging) words and I’m happy the drawing appeals….An interesting observation about process: digital holograms permeating the flat, dry paper….