When a Physicist Tells a Tale

Cheshire Schrödinger’s cat
Would tell you with an ear-to-ear grin,
“I’m so alive and kicking
That I might go dead and gone;
If you can’t see how alive I am,
You might as well be dead inside.
Definitely not a problem if it’s inside the box.”

1 I’m not a physicist 2 I don’t speak for one, 3 that’s not a stricto sensu tale; it’s a remark of some substance, but only a small frame of a bigger scenario 4 it’s called artistic licence.

Hanging outdent

Year 2368.
Formatting poetry is still an exasperating
experience causing intense and localized
                                                     discomfort.

P-I-T-A? We don’t say that anymore.
Hey, where are you going now?

                                       You
know better than to run off without
me.            
                    Oh, come on!
                                             Behave.

And I won’t ever make you hang
                                                 here.

Fine, Start the Teasing Already, There Come Those ‘Silly’ Rhymes

What’s the story behind your nickname?

Cool that you ask. I am Cealtiel (seh.al.chie.EL); y’all can call me Tiel, for short. Highfive. You would hardly recall my actual name  — correctly at the least. If you could I would love you right away.

My name (from hebrew שלתיאל) means something like “I have asked God”; if I ever did associate myself with that meaning, I don’t anymore.

The nickname… It’s pronounced ʈʃɪɛɭ’ (chie.EL). People like to create silly rhymes out of it, right after they get to know it. It has as much as story as I do have myself, I wouldn’t know where to start from. Like born with it (nearly).

That’s it.

Along these lines

this is a fine line;
call it a verse

there is a fine line
that verse
this verse

Idk, the idea of “there is a fine line between that verse and this verse” sounded cool in my mind (feel free to quote me 🙃), both (metaphorically) nodding to the content and graphic representation of those. Plus, it has a touch (subtle hint) of visual poetry; metalanguage for the win.

In the poem, line and fine take two definitions each: a metrical and a graphic line; thin and of high quality.

Althought the initial line is far from being the epitome of verse perfection despite what it playfully suggests (the line as it reads isn’t and doesn’t intend to be a perfect model of what it describes), play along — as the verses doesn’t only point to themselves but nod to other works, represented by the poetry format.

Yet Another Nod to the Crickets

‘Nobody cares*‘, and I write. You know, for the crickets. I am probably going too fast with the frequency of posts here, but I’ll always write when I feel like doing so, as long as I don’t run out of gas soon, or writer’s block hits me hard. Posting is the least of the problems (if it’s a problem at all). Either WordPress says, “fine, you won, now spreading your posts to the grasshopers”, or things remain like they are now. It’s a win-win (because I can’t afford to lose).

I don’t feel like sharing my stuff on social media or the likes, where nobody typically cares for what you write but the image you project, so either people will discover this blog by chance or yay, the crickets will rule this.

Important to note, don’t expect me to write often pieces other than for art’s sake, although there is nothing inherently wrong with writing utilitarian art. Anyone’s entitled to write for social change or the likes, for instance; and I am entitled to focus mainly or solely on aesthetic, the natural world, the language itself, mundane experiences, etc. All while taking advantage of metalanguage, metaphor, imagery (although I can’t, myself, visualize), diacope, etc.

Some are just born with the mojo. I was born with the tenaciousness.

You’re few, but you’re the good ones. Feel free to leave a comment

*I literally mean it ‘in quotes’.

Forthcoming Union

Those who wander and are lost
Those who wonder and are last
May they find each other’s paths

Grasping the rationale behind the title choice would require thinking outside the box, but that’s on you, reader. If I explained it right away, it would feel like explaining a joke, more precisely giving it away (a puzzle). Sure, without that bold claim of mine, there would be no ‘puzzle’, not one that you would be aware of. Play along and see where it leads.

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