Supercriticality

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The "Drake equation" is a probability formula that attempts to determine the statistical likelihood that intelligent life exists and can be detected in the universe, based on a number of assumptions.  This equation was made famous by astronomer Carl Sagan in the series "Cosmos," and sometimes also is called "The Sagan Equation."  Of significance, the final factor  L is a prediction of the length of time a particular civilization will release detectable signals into space.  As Sagan noted in Cosmos, that essentially means it also attempts to determine the probability that a particular civilization has not yet self-annihilated.  Drake himself calculated the composite number to be 10,000 years.  Other estimates are considerably lower.

The point at which a nuclear chain reaction occurs is known as supercritical.  It happens in a matter of picoseconds. 

A contest entry

• Zeitgeist by The Bear. 1500 points, ended August 18, 2007, 14 entries
  Bronze trophy winner
  • next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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  secberm
  January 8
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  Incredible write. Classic you, buddy. Happy New Year.

  
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  NakedHeart
  September 11, 2007
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  Wow, and Wow again. Great write. Good and Great. Wonderful.
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  Almighty Aphrodite
  August 28, 2007
  
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  Where the hell have you been, man? It's about damn time you write something new...
  
  Even if it suggests the implosion of human existence as we know it, simply because of our ignorance, our arrogance and lofty self-ideals. Sometimes I wonder why if we haven't stretched the boundaries of technology farther than it should be expected to go and, with that, wonder why the hell we haven't blown ourselves to smithereens already!
  
  It doesn't surprise me in the slightest that you would find creative images and metaphors to express this idea--such as, "we murdered the sun over Nagasaki" or "she died in her own agony of flames" (the reference to Joan of Arc). It is not that we are in any way immune to war or avarice or even combustible self-destruction, but you make the possibility seem more realistic and far closer than any of us expect.
  
  As for the statistical probability that there is other intelligent life--well, even as a supposed religious person I do not buy into the idea that humans are the most complex form of life around. On Earth, maybe. But if truth holds that the universe is boundless than it's almost inevitable that something other than us futile little humans exist. What say you?
  
  (Okay, how about I don't care what you say? Your poem said enough )
  
  Hope you have been well.
  
  
  
  Many blessings,
  
  Raven Aurora

  
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    NoIQ
    August 28, 2007
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    Well now, that is just a fantastic comment Raven! Full of insight into both the motivations of the poem, and your own destinctive voice and thought-process. The comment is as meaningful as the poem, and that is magical. Thank you so much!
    
    Yes, I haven't been too active. I keep intending to write another piece, but here it is three weeks later and I am back in hibernation mode. Hopefully, I will use the Labor Day weekend to reactivate the creative process.
    
    Meanwhile, I cannot say enough how much I appreciate that comment. And oh, as to whether I believe that there is likely intelligent life in the universe -- including that which is more intelligent than us, I concede I believe in probabilities. And the probability is overwhelming. Whether our society lasts long enough to determine whether I am right or wrong, that may prove to be a different matter. But in the end I also am an optimist.
    
    Plus, I always felt sympathetic for Marvin the Martian.
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  ArtFullyMe
  August 23, 2007
  
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  I've missed your work....
  There's always an odd combination of sarcasm mixed with seriousness, mixed with something else I can't quite put my finger on ....
  
  The end.. has a little snap to it... well does as I read it.. that makes it almost ring as a curse to all who fit the self righteous role ( ooooo... I can think of so many people to toss in that bucket ....lol )
  
  Regarding the bomb.. it's scary, scary when you look around at all the little towns full of ..people who live no further than their front gate, think no bigger than the town hall... and forget that their gate and their town sit in a country that sits on a globe ....it wouldn't take much really.. to spark it all over again, and this time, .. it would be so much less ...the curiosity and so much more .. the aggression. I detest what happened.. I do, but I've read, and read, and there were so many factors, so many things, so many palms to grease, people who figured they were untouchable, ah but you know the story I'm sure....so I won't go on about that..
  
  I think what scares me the most...is how easily it could occur...and no where is that so obvious than when you're flying ... in a plane ..looking out at that arc ..of blue ..and sun, and clouds...just on the edge of space...
  
  perspective is ...not always a grand thing eh?
  
  
  
  

  
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    NoIQ
    August 23, 2007
    
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    Thank you so much Liza -- it's a HUGE treat to see you visit my poetry. I grew up in Colorado Springs, beneath Cheyenne Mountain, and home to Peterson Air Force Base, Fort Carson, the Air Force Academy, and of course Air & Space Command. We understood that in the event of a nuclear war, we were one of the primary targets of the Russians -- I often heard it said I would be one of the lucky ones, because the Russians or Chinese wouldn't spare to attack the city, and we would be the beneficiary of multiple warheads.
    
    In fact, ironically, in the movie "The Sum of All Fears," when the Russians discuss counter-attacking ONE American target with a nuclear missile, they decide upon Colorado Springs. Such was my youth...
    
    And you're right, the comfort of the disintegration of the Iron Wall is of no consequence in a time when the expression "dirty bomb" has entered our vocabulary, and represents an event we are likely to see in our lifetimes.
    
    There really is no comfort looking out the window of a plane. The whole world remains a target -- and that is the zeitgeist that I entertained here. THANK YOU so much for the outstanding comment.
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  Blkwidow77
  August 20, 2007
  
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  Yes Monty, I do realize that it has been some eight months since your last poem. Shameful, really.
  
  On the other hand, I think that it's wonderful that you've actually posted again. Six to one, half a dozen to the other.
  
  As for the title, I'm not fond of it. I realize it's meaning but don't really see it's meaning as truly relevant to the poem on a whole, as something profound. More mediocre than you should allow, as I see it.
  
  The poem is not mediocre, by turn. I know that I remember something of that equation but it has been some time since I ran across it and I've forgotten it entirely. (being a mother, seems to eat away at brains cells, one by one ~sigh~)
  
  You have always a strict way with words, that makes them feel so displined. A straight line, with no remorse. Yet, they are not without feeling. You interperse the harsh phrases with allusion to humanistic feelings that correlate to the world issues that threaten to dissapparate us all.
  
  Great lines, by the way:
  
  ~~Now, seasons mushroom and roil
  beneath a canopy of blistered stars.~~
  
  However, being the kind of person I am, I migrated towards the last two stanzas, as favored. Not because they were necessarily better. But because they held the most human feel to them. Less strict and more poetic pure emotion.
  
  Not to mention, that the last two lines were brilliant.
  
  I do hope you post again soon. Or should I reflect more my shadow self and say that I hope you post a love poem soon? God knows I'm hopeless, and I'll grab you by the collar and drag you with me, if you let it happen. lol
  
  

  
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    NoIQ
    August 20, 2007
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    Well thank you indeed. The poem has undergone a litany of editorial changes since I originally posted it a few weeks ago -- I am not remiss to changing the title. Although for now, it actually has some importance to me, since I genuinely like the irony of supercritical meaning both the exact moment or flashpoint for a nuclear reaction to commence and the point in time when there is absolute need for correction. However, I will take your thoughts to mind. As I said, I already have made many edits to this piece, which I fully appreciate made it far better than it originally appeared, and I so respect your views that the title may well be the next one.
    
    As for love poems -- lol -- we'll see. Maybe I'll write a lovely tribute to Lindsay Lohan and her obvious need for a California lawyer at the moment. I don't want to make light of your wonderful comment, though, or leave you with the impression I don't take genuinely feel complimented and appreciative of your sentiments.
    
    So let's just leave it at "we'll see."
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      Blkwidow77
      August 20, 2007
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      I said 'love' not 'lust' Monty.
      
      Please note the supercritical difference, mind you.
      
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  jantastic
  August 16, 2007
  
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  "Now, seasons mushroom and roil
  beneath a canopy of blistered stars."
  
  This entire piece is excellent but those two lines stood out for me as I read. "when you bow beside the ruffled bedsheets" too. There is so much woven into this and still you give attention to sound and poetic device.
  
  I'll be back for a slower read.

  
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    NoIQ
    August 16, 2007
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    Well thank you most kindly Jan. It's always a delight to have you pop in for a read, and your comments (including particularly the one above) are deeply appreciated.
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  Cvillelisa
  August 16, 2007
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  yup.
  much better entrance.
  
  
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    NoIQ
    August 16, 2007
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    With much gratitude to you. I also am still pondering further edits to the final two stanzas, per your earlier comments. LOL Poor Nik. If he ever comes back to read this again, he won't recognize the poem he thought he originally left a comment on.
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  NoIQ
  August 14, 2007
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  Yes, I see. Thank you. I too have edited my original response to reflect my gratitude for you very generous comment.
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  NoIQ
  August 14, 2007
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  Well thank you very kindly Arianna That is indeed high praise and much appreciated. I actually personally know one of SETI's leading researchers, Harvard physics professor Paul Horowitz. I myself do not stay apprised of all the nuances of his and SETI's work, but when I have had the chance to discuss it I have found it to be fascinating. They are a real grass roots effort, which incorporate some brilliant minds. It's not a bunch of professors/researchers looking for proof of UFOs or something -- these are some incredibly well-regarded minds who direct their efforts simply to ascertaining what are the chances other planetary bodies have given birth to life, including civilizations. They are the same people who already have helped identify via confirmed studies of irregular movements of stars the existence of a myriad (I think the count was in the hundreds) of other planets.
  
  Consistent with that fact, lot of people know Robert Oppenheimer was the genius physicist that led the efforts to create the first two atomic bombs. Far less people know that before he became involved in that effort he also was one of the pioneers in the studies of astronomical anamolies, particularly black holes (at a time when they were wholly just theoretical constructs with no evidence of their existence).
  
  Anyway, I have gone on a tangent, simply because of my admiration for some of those scientists. That does not do justice for my appreciation for your very fine comment. Thank you so much.
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  naked roots
  August 14, 2007
  
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  brilliant

  The third stanza was my favorite...every word was perfect and the imagery was excellent. Now that I've mentioned that, I hope you know that I have a thing for intelligent men and that after reading and then re-reading this poem I might have to take a cold shower or jump in the pool (yes I'm an odd girl) But any man who makes me want to get on the internet and start googling gets a 100% A+ in my book.
  The last two stanzas, were a bit scary...I got cold chills, but that is just another sign of excellent writing.
  
  
  
  
  

  
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    NoIQ
    August 14, 2007
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    lololol -- Well, if you know anything about me, you'll understand why it's kind of hard to top that as critique. That's definitely what I call a "Monte comment" Although I strongly discourage cold showers or jumps in the pools. I am a proponent of working off the reactions with other activities, but that's just because I am an understanding and sensitive type of poet, especially when there's a lot of sensation in the sensitivity
    
    Seriously, thank you so much for the compliments. I am am dutifully and honestly quite honored, and definitely appreciative of your visit. And by the way, aren't you overdue for a new work of your own? I keep checking.
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  Cvillelisa
  August 14, 2007
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  P.S. I picked up the Selected poems of Sitwell this weekend at my favorite used bookstore, didn't buy it but that excerpt makes me want to go back and get it.
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  Cvillelisa
  August 14, 2007
  
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  You do have such a unique voice, people work hard trying to establish such a thing and it is so natural for you. Bravo.
  
  
  There are some very moving images in this poem, very. I am reminded a bit of Jorie Graham's poem, "What the end is for, Grand Forks, North Dakota" which I recently read and can be found here if you haven't seen it, you can find it here:
  
  http://www.poetryfoundation.org/
  
  Mostly I suppose because you juxtapose some images to be at once so wide angle -- and then so small and focused as the winter dusting the antelopes like she does. And of course the looming smell of death and destruction due to our own genius as you say -- she opens with those B-52 bombers and there is a "feeling" then for the rest of the poem.
  
  I found myself drawn back to it after an initial, well sort of less than engaging first read and that was simply because of the placement of the first stanza. And that makes me wonder if perhaps you shouldn't soften the entry into this poem with one of the less than acronymish stanzas?
  
  I wonder, do you even need it? I don't know but also is there potential to open with Stanza 2 followed by Stanza 1, though honestly Stanza 3 is the real grabber for me ...
  
  Is there a potential to make the title something that takes the place of that first stanza? Again, I am not sure and only offer these thoughts because it would be a shame if readers came to this and immediately shied away if they feel threatened..
  
  
  Also, the first line of your last stanza strikes me slightly preachy (I have a very sensitive preachy factor) you could consider eliminating:
  
  
  Duck and cover, children --
  the approaching midnight is a scary time
  when bleak shadows absorb
  London and Manhattan's heat,
  and shudder dirty dreams
  scattered among dusty debris,
  
  when you bow beside the ruffled bedsheets
  and implore the eternal abyss outside
  to discern the commands
  from the same reassuring voice
  of the emboldened Joan of Arc,
  just remember, even as a saint
  she died in the agony
  of her own flames.
  
  
  
  You are really onto something here without a doubt. It pulled me back several times and made me look at it both in terms of experience and it terms of an important poem.
  
  Good luck to you in the contest as always though, it isn't the cyber medals that count its the poem and you've got one here.
  
  Lisa
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
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    NoIQ
    August 15, 2007
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    I took to heart some of your changes. I am still considering others. I have reasons notwithstanding any preachiness that I continue to wish to end with the final two stanzas. However, I do agree that it probably is an improvement to move the original first stanza into a new position, as modified.
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    NoIQ
    August 14, 2007
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    I don't even begin to know how to express my gratitude for such an insightful and helpful critique Lisa. Once in a while a comment appears that justifies the whole creative process, and this is just such a comment.
    
    As you say, it is the poetic process that is the real reward. I have been editing the piece throughout the past few days, so the poem you see now is not really the same piece you and Zara read on Friday, when I originally posted it. However, several of your proposed edits intrigue me, and I am very much considering employing them (or close analogs).
    
    And no, I had not read Jorie Graham's poem that you referencee. I couldn't find it on your link, though I found some other superb poetry by here. I did, however, find the poem with a Google search and, LOL, cringed because it is so marvelous I kept reading it, reading mine, reading it again, and then kind of getting depressed about mine LOLOL. What a beautiful piece that combines scenes from the marriage with scenes from the horrible potential of the world that is. Wow! I would sing your praises just for forwarding me that poem...
    
    Anyway, I am deeply, deeply appreciative of your comments and suggested edits. Thank you so much.
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  Rowan
  August 14, 2007
  
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  I don't know why I've never run across you before..
  but so glad I did. This is more than a fine, intelligent piece of writing..and I have to also thank you for the comment/lesson you supplied. I find myself more educated too, lol. , and god knows I need to crack open a history book or two. Or at least try to recall some of what I learnt many years ago, and inconveniently, forgotten.
  I really loved this, S3 was my one of my favorite, such vivid original imagery. And ending with Joan of Arc, was brilliant. Thanks for making my first read of the day an absolute pleasure.
  
  

  
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    NoIQ
    August 14, 2007
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    lol -- as I mentioned to another poet who said the same thing yesterday about not running across me before, you actually have and just don't recall. I am acutely aware of your poetry Rowan. I have been reading and commenting on Nicolette's poetry and contests for a long time, and have encountered you many times from a number of sources like her where we are mutual admirers. It's just that I haven't written anything myself for more than eight months, so I would not expect my poetry to be easily recalled from when you have, in fact, yourself commented on it. Nonetheless, I am deeply appreciative of the kind words you express here. Thank you very much.
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  poetryality
  August 13, 2007
  
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  Let me be perfectly honest here Monte. First off, I am glad to see that you've posted something on the site...I mean it's been way too long since I've read your poetry. The Bear knows that I was planning to enter this challenge. I have been researching an era that I want to pen but have yet to construct something worth revealing to an audience such as this. Now that I've read your poem, I'm even more befuddled.
  
  Secondly, I went to my favorite acronym page to unearth what the hell you were talking about in the first three stanzas. Only to find that you author's comment clarified some things for me. The only part of this exceptional work that I fully understand, without question is the fourth stanza. Although the fifth explains itself out quite well.
  
  I can relate to life out there. My theory is that the Egyptians, who were forerunners in aerodynamics managed to get off the planet and try their best to communicate with us with what we call "crop circles" or something like that. I do believe that there are others in this vast universe. I have never been so arrogant to think that WE are the only life forms in the galaxy.
  
  I find this work to be above most. There is no reason why this should not garner the Gold. I am not the host and would never tell my dear Bear what to do but he would do well making this poem number one. I read this three time Monte and each time found more that educated me.
  
  Exquisite!
  
  I wish you well in this challenge. Whew! I should have gotten ten points for this comment. LOL
  
  
  Much Love ♥
  
  Renee

  
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    NoIQ
    August 13, 2007
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    Ah my dear Renee, I so love it when you visit. Yours are always treasured comments. Under no circumstance should a poet of your supreme talent in any way feel befuddled, and there are only a handful on this site who can even hope to express the same insights you possess for any era you hope to portray. Because it's been so long, you forget that the LAST contest way way back in December that I penned a poem for was deservedly won by YOU So while I absolutely am deeply touched by your incredibly generous comment, there is nothing about this work that warrants handing me any unncessary accolades at this point. It is enough to draw comments like your own.
    
    I know some of this piece probably comes across as a bit cryptic. I fully appreciated that fact when I penned it. I will let you know - and perhaps I should put this too in the author notes to provide context for everyone -- that some of the metaphors can be immediately understood by reference to the quote from Edith Sitwell's poem. Her piece directly concerned the detonation of the first atomic bomb over Hiroshima and the dawn of the atomic age -- you see, that bomb was caused by implosion (i.e. "compressed") and reached a temperature with "a greater heat than the Sun" ... Starting with that reference point, I think you will have no problem understanding how this work related in my mind to zeitgeist in the 20th century, and what many of the other metaphors and allusions are.
    
    I really, really love your comment! You put so much care and intellect into your thoughts, that they make the effort of penning something like this so much more meaningful. Thank you so very much again!
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  Cat
  August 13, 2007
  
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  this is amazing.. will return later for a real comment.. but this blows me away... excellent.. truly excellent

  
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    NoIQ
    August 13, 2007
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    Normally I would never let you get away with saying "this blows me away" without a huge grin. And, this is no exception.
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  NurseChilly
  August 13, 2007
  
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  this contest was made for you Monte... i'm afraid my little piece, is a mere trifle compared to this
  
  i cannot confess to knowing all about the technical things you've written about, but the way you present this, makes the reader pay attention and the small details, showing us how great the cosmos is and the way we mistreat the world..
  
  my dad used to have alot of science books and encyclopedias in the house when we were kids, one of my faves was and astronomy book that had the most amazing pictures... when i read your opening lines, it made me think of when my dad, (who is mainly self taught about his general knowledge, would entertain me and my brother) about the world, and what we do it ..
  
  you see.. i rambled all this way and didn't mention the spice girls, Paris, Jessica or the beckhams & cruises once...
  
  they are all wayyyyy to sparkly for this serious cosmos ...
  
  awesome work Monte

  
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    NoIQ
    August 13, 2007
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    Ah Gill, you are way too kind. I suspect you know more than you're allowing for. And I gave serious thought to writing a zeitgeist piece devoted to my favorite clan of gals. It's not out of the question my bud Burning House may introduce that theme into a work, because you know Burning House -- that's a very "zeigeist means Posh Spice slept here type of House."
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  The Bear
  August 13, 2007
  
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  I am not going to be coy about this- if I did not know who wrote this I would have pretty good idea even though typeset and layout may make me think is someone else for a moment.
  Thank you for writing this. I am honoured that you write it with my contest a little in the background thought. The bombs of Nagasaki and Hiroshima have been much in our thoughts on these anniversaries.
  
  As always the poem is sophisticated, but precise with not one wasted word. If words are picoseconds you make every fraction of the fraction count. You make the impersonal scientific equation zoom in on the personal, the human- the Baghdad sandals- I do not think I shall ever get that visual image from my mind and here in this poem, you add more 'explanation' 'analysis' I do not know the word, complement that image. Zeitgeist? alone in this image you show it like someone who grab my neck as i I am a puppy and put my nose in my own shit.
  
  
  There is so much in the allusions here that expand and expand.
  
  Thank you so much that it end up here. Even if it mean I have to really struggle when I have to make some decisions where goes the bling in the end. Thi poem itself is a jewelled grail.
  
  
  addendum
  I meant also to say but I was interrupted here at work, that the title "supercriticality" it strike the theme so well with people of our generation who grow up in the 4 minutes to boomboom situation critical years of the Cold War and nuclear arms races. We thought, that with the end of the Cold War we no longer need keep limber enough to put our heads between our legs and kiss our arses goodbye, but not so, if anything we are closer to that point of no return.
  And the zeitgeist? do I hear the notes of the polka payed on the fiddle?

  
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    NoIQ
    August 13, 2007
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    Thanks Nik. I needed something to get me to write again, and the idea of zeitgeist appealed at a variety of levels -- even though the one thing I am definitely NOT is a Hegelian theorist. Heck, it was worth it to have an opportunity to quote Edith Sitwell, who is a woefully under-appreciated poet.
    
    To me, though, while it is debatable that the whether it dominated the intellectual and cultural literism thought of the late twentieth century/new millenium (though as Dr. Strangelove and similar works show, even that is arguable), nothing captures zeitgeist in the context of that time as much as the over-riding fear of nuclear hegemony. Perhaps that is an overly bleak assessment, but the very fact we are in Iraq and discuss daily when the next act of agression will occur -- including whether it will be with the use of dirty bombs -- suggests to me it is the unfortunate focus of our age following the detonations of atomic bombs at Nagasaki and Hiroshima. It is no accident that the phrase "atomic age" is used in the popular press so commonly. Anyway, my real gratitude was getting me inspired to try writing again -- whatever the results. That was reward enough, even if the poem had its own comical history of disappearing unexpectedly -- including to the poet.
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  Grunts Girl
  August 11, 2007
  
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  its late... i am going to read this again at a different time of day....
  my dream channel opens, and all that was is gone... and i am THAT!
  conflagerations of men running the world down, down, down...
  cosmic stones plummet the earth and jupiter rocks in glee
  
  i did so like this
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    NoIQ
    August 12, 2007
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    lol -- at the time you wrote this comment, the poem was featured. Unfortunately, when I realized how the new feature system works and decided to un-feature it, I accidently deleted the whole work. I think that was my subconscious speaking to me about the piece. Which should have me worried.
    
    Thanks for visiting this Heidi. It's great both to read your poetry and your comments again.
• zara
  August 10, 2007
  
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  p,p,s
  
  
  ooops
  
  we'll read your poem tomorrow unless the sun comes out on cape cod.
  
  
  
  
  but nevertheless good luck in the contest. i don't know what the fuck that word even means.
  
  
  xoxo
  
  cvillelisa
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    NoIQ
    August 13, 2007
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    Thank you Zara and Lisa. I am delighted to hear you both were able to meet up in Cape Cod. I will be out that way myself later this week, but only for about 48 hours and I won't be leaving Boston. However, my parents are visiting the Cape for three weeks in October, and I will almost certainly be out there for a period myself. I get to Boston quite a bit, in fact.
• zara
  August 10, 2007
  
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  It happens in a picosecond.
  
  WHAT!!!!! Is that good? If it happens in a picosecond? or bad.... is this poem cosmoerotica?
  
  P..S. Thi is cvillelisa zara wants to say something and i need to drink more wine..
  
  
  
  
  oh hi
  
  she stole the keyboard
  
  picosecond: the moment between not coming and coming
  
  yeah?
  
  clink (she said that!)
  
  I love to see you here.
  
  Lisa says "so does Lisa" inclined, as she is, to speak in 3rd person
  
  
  

  
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    NoIQ
    August 11, 2007
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    Cosmoerotica?!! No, but that sounds very enticing and I may have a go at writing some. Candidly, the poem probably does "suck", as I imagine would a well-described form of cosmoerotica. However, managing to entice both a Zara and a Lisa to look at it was worth the effort. It makes sense that wine was involved because, well, it's me writing the crap

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