Author: frances

Beauty Unbound

(A variation on an incomplete theme i to en) Finding the point in a foggy white cloud, Something, nothing, everything, Cantor mused. Paradise! Thought Hilbert. Enthused, confused. But there’s more to Hilbert John Space, keep apace. One and zero Shannon reused.  It felt replete… Detect, correct – expand.  Command. Turing complete but not complete. Breathless, restless. Not so fast, Gödel felt damned. Clever Schrödinger and his matrix mistress. Bohr in his lab, Heisenberg on the rock. But what does it […]

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Auguries, nauguries

It is strange how the unconscious is always making suggestions. When I was a lot younger, these suggestions were often abrupt, sometimes a little mad and occasionally, I must confess, quite aggressive.  In rare instances – all of which I remember now like they were yesterday – they were sublime.  As in the case when I first set eyes on my beautiful and lovely wife. These days my id’s suggestions are gentle, guiding and numerous. This morning’s waking suggestion was […]

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To stop and stare

Here is a poem to think by, written by the Welsh poet William Henry Davies (1871 – 1940).  Davies spent much of his life on the road, literally and even wrote a book called Diaries of a Supertramp  (No he was not a member of the ’70s band, though there is a link there I think). It seems that Davies was one of life’s great observers, watching the world unfold with a quizzical eye and a wandering mind.  Even though […]

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The Land of Nandynor

And and Nand and Or and Nor Carry the the bit-blue note What’s it all for? What’s it all for? Asked the owl and the cat in their pea-green boat To make a gate and find the way Said the new man in New J, said the new man in New J Build it up blow it up, do what may Catch of the day catch of the day. Up and down, in and out Here and there where and […]

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