Sunday, March 24, 2013
JOHN JACK “JACKIE” (eDWARD) COOPER
O N T H E R O A D A G A I N
Yippie Museum Café
9 Bleecker Street (near the Bowery)
Monday, March 25th, 2013
7 – 9:30 pm
A celebration of
hosted by Gordon Gilbert
with fellow dharma bums:
Big Mike Roxanne Hoffman Patricia Carragon
Evie Ivy Puma Perl Vivian O’Shaughnessy
Jon L. Peacock Bob Quatrone
Linda Camiola Steve Dalachinsky Amy Barone
Mitch Corber Clare Ultimo
Stephen Bluestone April Jones
subway: B,D,F,M, downtown 6 to Broadway/Lafayette
$4 suggested donation
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Detail of "Vanitas," Adriaan Coorte, 1688,
Zeeuws Museum, Middelburg, Netherlands,
photographed 30 June 2009, 14:19 by zullie
[Source: Wiki Loves Art / NL project]
by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper
Closer to a precipice, I shrink: indifferent to salvation, pray
for calm, control -- pity, less purpose; plead award of concentration,
allowed reserve -- allowed, of course, being false: deniable reward,
testing ice where firm decision
by itself must grant the go-ahead.
God does not play dice, Einstein says,
with this universe, nor any other --
neither ought I: its least
affiliate of empty space.
But act, instead, as I shall attend:
in fullness of self-contempt,
like a cistern; brim pride, shame,
excessive rage, yet exceed -- not enough;
hand raised, in arrest of hopeful despair,
mutter "too much," fallen far and far:
leave now only to crawl no farther on land, capable of pitching headlong.
John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper, poet, fiction writer and translator, is production editor and co-publisher at Poets Wear Prada. His micro-chap Ten, preview of his forthcoming Aphorithms, was released in 2012. His blog, These are Aphorithms, can be found at http://aphorithms.blogspot.com.
"The theory says a lot, but does not really bring us any closer to the secret
of the 'old one.' I, at any rate, am convinced that He does not throw dice."
-- Albert Einstein
One hundred and thirty-four years ago, today, Albert Einstein was born on March 14, 1879.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
|In this 1931 photo, physicist Albert Einstein is shown writing out an equation for the density of the Milky Way. Einstein revolutionized physics, starting with a series of papers in 1905, and became a cultural icon as well.|
by Mary Orovan
Let me buy some time, said
the rich man,
I now buy someone to smooth
every minute of what
I have. But time looms large,
I can crush it, said the witch
on her sonic broom.
Not fast enough—I'll take you
there, said light,
if you observe at my speed
I can make time
stand still—that's what you folks
But I want to zag to the past,
embellish memories, laser on the hill
of daisies where we first lay;
zig to tomorrow
a dimension changing everything.
Heaven is now; breathe &
be—shining with photons, transparent
as good air joy
the pure silence of not even ticking.
the pure silence of not even ticking.
March 14, 1879 – April 18, 1955
March 14, 2013 -- Theoretical physicist and Nobel Prize winner Albert Einstein, best known for his mass-energy equivalence formula, E = mc2 -- probably the world's most famous equation -- was born one hundred and thirty-four years ago today. Einstein is also recognized as the developer of the general theory of relativity, one of the two pillars of modern physics (alongside quantum mechanics). In 1921, he received the Nobel Prize in Physics "for his services to theoretical physics, and especially for his discovery of the law of the photoelectric effect," the latter pivotal in establishing quantum theory. In 1999, forty-four years after his death, leading physicists voted Einstein the "greatest physicist ever."
This popular photo of the physicist was taken on Einstein's 72nd birthday on March 14, 1951. UPI photographer Arthur Sasse was trying to persuade Einstein to smile for the camera, but having smiled for photographers many times that day, Einstein stuck out his tongue instead. Einstein requested nine copies for personal use, one of which he signed for a reporter. On June 19, 2009, the original signed photograph was sold at auction for whopping $74,324, a record for an Einstein picture.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROFESSOR!
by Austin AlexisWhen Albert Einstein stuck his tongue outfor the camerawas it clean?And if he didn’t care,why not?What equation was he mucking-up,what Inca cord math was he unknotting,or what graph was he scribbling uponby defiantly not washing his mouth?What proofwas he trying to prove?Did he always have a pronouncement?Was he sayingwith his lips gapinglike a Rocky Mountain cavethat the mysteries of X,the nagging questions of existenceare too profoundfor seriousness?
This poetry selection is from Austin Alexis's book, For Lincoln & Other Poems, published by Poets Wear Prada in 2010.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
|NATION SLEEP FOUNDATION|
Waking America to the Importance of Sleep
by Austin Alexis
I am the screech in silence.
Also the quiet
that is too insistent.
During still night, my long hours
long not to be so long.
Like the prematurely buried
I can’t stay put — nor rise.
All options seem impossible
though they tease.
Stray thoughts chaos my mind.
Held hostage, my mind rebels against
the hush that would free it.
I am a vase that has fractured.
When all three thousand pieces
are found and reassembled
This poetry selection is from Austin Alexis's book, For Lincoln & Other Poems (Poets Wear Prada 2010), and was first published online at RogueScholars.com. To find out more about National Sleep Awareness Week, please visit www.sleepfoundation.org.