Organizer: Lyn Coffin
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“100000 Poets for Change- It’s Never Over” event at my apartmentMonday, October 7th. Participants inlcude Mary Kassimor, Dan Ryan, Koon Woon, Raul Sanchez, playwright Martin Ingerson, and me!” Lyn Coffin
So, Mary Kassimor and Dan Ryan,
Koon Hoon and Martin Ingerson and
I met. (Raul Sanchez had car trouble)
I’m going to take the liberty of forwarding
Koon Hoon’s video. It was a nice gathering
and I think we all left a little wiser and
more inclined to change than before.
Cheers to you!
“Physicists have discovered a jewel-like geometric object
that dramatically simplifies calculations of particle interactions
and challenges the notion that space and time are fundamental
components of reality.”
From several points of view, creation is
unexpected and it’s hard to guess what will
happen next. Incorporate gravity and
either you will smash your father’s car into
a wall of nonsensical infinities,
or it will collapse the pier and sink in
the deep paradox of water. Or both.
Like a dentist, the amplituhedron first
mystifies you, then removes two rooted
rotted wisdoms: locality and
unitarity. You leave numb and grateful.
Twistor diagrams are tools for computing
amplitudes before houses are lifted off
their cellars. Twistors follow their wet noses,
as haphazardly intent as any dog.
Their simplicity is mysterious.
The master amplituhedron has an
infinite number of facets, faces, facts.
live on plains of the master structure:
mites browse like wildebeest, oblivious
to pattern in the threadbare Persian carpet.
Amplituhedra suggest that the Big Bang
and cosmological evolution
arose out of pure geometry like
Archimedes vaulting from his bath.
Change arises from the structure of
the object, but the object is unchanging,
a Grecian urn in a glass coma, waiting
for a poet’s feverish kiss to awake.
Reality’s most basic features are
scattering amplitudes. Birds out of trees,
children from school into the news. The sound of
machine guns in the cafeteria.
A married couple, mired in ivy
academia, returns home drunk,
dragging a young couple with them. What
follows is compelling, and not all ugly.
Like the fantasy of an unborn son,
love is a weapon in everybody’s hands.
Poem by Lyn Coffin document