[after hearing a recording of William Bronk's reading
pf some poems in Scranton, PA. November 1978]
The cosmos, of itself, is reasonable.
Its processes obey certain equations,
elegantly balanced and mathematical.
Of its own selfhood, it does not inquire,
nor holds itself to some expectancy
beyond its last state, time's end, entropy.
It does not register love or desire.
Its formulae, in fact, are just evasions
around its certermost and blackest hole:
the cosmos, as created, has no soul,
no soaring faith abiding to the full;
it has no skill set with which it can cope
in spite of its relentless destiny.
it does not have the born capacity
to step around despair and into hope
Starward
[jlc]
The cosmological constant –
The cosmological constant – that'd be my favourite. I was in the same camp most of my life. But I always kept my mind open to other possibilities. But it was the possibility that I had been deceived, which I gave the least attention to. But sure enough – it was true. And when I finally discovered the truth, it explained most of the mysteries – I had often wondered about.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EE2_2vuDTao
Thank you. I will check out
Thank you. I will check out the video.
Seryddwr