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In Search Of The God Particle "Physicists are praying that their 4-mile-long machine will detect a tiny bit of matter so elusive that some consider it practically divine." ...excerpt from Popular Science Magazine, Nov., 200l. Physicists' minds flex and spew Complex theories of flux. From realms of the unseen Highly imaginative possibilities Step up to mathematical probabilities Into incomprehensible equations, akin To mystical, for those who think Inside the box of three-dimensional. Giant accelerators smash particles Into waves, as great minds hover over Hoping to uncover miniscule articles Of their faith. A few, highly esteemed, Have deemed the most fundamental to be 'Higgs boson,' the ultimate source; Designated by some to be 'divine', The reason that matter has weight. Unready, yet, to let go of the past, Skeptics hold their breath and wait. Unable to embrace new paradigms That include non-matter, they need pictures; Concrete proof of bizarre conjectures. For fellow scientists the need arises From competition for the Nobel prizes. So stretches this search into the sublime. To the brilliant few who remain on course The 'Higgs' will become defined, confined; No longer devine, just the smallest thus far To take its place in proper perspective, Reflective in the continuum of space-time. For physicists, once more, will push the envelope; Bend thought into understanding; destined to grope For the core of that which has no beginning, no end. |
Additional Notes:
I have really been into physics lately. I highly recommend "The Dancing Wu Li Masters" and "The Seat Of The Soul" by Gary Zukav for anyone interested in an overview of the "new physics."
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rachel F. Spinoza On Date: 2003-11-07 11:11:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.88889
Great quote with which to begin this piece. It serves well as a coda and does not intrude or interpret as epigrams are wont to do.
Physicists' minds flex and spew
Complex theories of flux.
Good use of X the hardest letter of the alphabet with which to assonate. And flex and spew they do!
From realms of the unseen
Highly [I think it would flow better if you drop “Highly’ imaginative possibilities
Step up to mathematical probabilities
Into incomprehensible equations, akin
To mystical, for those who think
Inside the box of three-dimensional.
Yes – that is a good observation and a skillful use of language
Giant accelerators smash particles
Into waves, as great minds hover [-over] [hover, hoping… would be
Better for the assonance I think and would lead more smoothly to the internal rhyme with “uncover” and hover already suggests “over”
Hoping to uncover miniscule articles
Of their faith. A few, highly esteemed,
Have deemed the most fundamental [great rhyme with esteemed/deemed]
to be 'Higgs boson,' the ultimate source;
Designated by some to be 'divine',
The reason that matter has weight.
Unready, yet, to let go of the past,
Skeptics hold their breath
Hmmm “Skeptics” is plural so it would be more that one breath to hold But “hold their breaths” is clearly wrong so while I see a problem I am clueless as to a suggestion to fix it….
and wait.
Unable to embrace new paradigms
That include non-matter, [line break]they need pictures;
Concrete proof of bizarre conjectures.
For fellow scientists the need arises
From competition for the Nobel prizes.[nice orphan rhyme]
So stretches this search into the sublime.{LOVELY!}
To the brilliant few who remain on course
The 'Higgs' will become defined, confined;
No longer [divine], just the smallest thus far
To take its place in proper perspective,
Reflective in the continuum of space-time.
For physicists, once more, will push the envelope;
Perhaps ”Stuff” instead of “bend” to carry on the envelope metaphor? I know that would mess up the bend/end rhyme though – so perhaps not.
…thought into understanding; destined to grope
For the core of that which has no beginning, no end.
Excellent thought provoking and beautifully written poem.