Monday, July 24, 2006

Heart String Theory

Dimension 0: From the void , the point of my existence.
Dimension 1: The line - the big I. I am.

Dimension 2: Fragments of being. My mind is split, my heart is broken. Continents drifting apart on a map

Dimension 3: Turning in space. Your image frozen. A collection of movie stills.

Dimension 4: The life I lead. My tube connects with yours, intersecting at stations.

Dimension 5: Choices made. Or not. I married you. I never met you - I turned to pick a flower as you picked another.

Dimension 6: Hairs on an anemone's tentacle. In this life I say hello as I walk past you, arm in arm with Jimi, Albert, Marilyn and Mary.

Dimension 7: The doors of my first infinity shrink to a dot. I don't always find you. The timing is all wrong on most paths in this universe. I die in so many ways.

Dimension 8: Different beginnings, different endings, different infinities, different universes. Mysteriously we are still connected.

Dimension 9: As I lower myself to search for you I crumple and fold, falling from one eighth dimensional infinity to another, forever.

Dimension 10: Nowhere else to go. All our possible possibilities and impossible impossibilities become the dot above the i in time and infinity. Our heartstrings vibrating in the tenth dimension create our subatomic existence.

In the mirror of your eyes I see me.

The Unknown version


Crunchy Weta Version


A fantastic animated overview of the eleven dimensions

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25 Comments:

Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Talk about your elegant universe

Monday, July 24, 2006 8:19:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Ozy - You've read Brian Greene then? It was one of the most challenging books I've ever read--I had to really slow down for the last quarter!

Monday, July 24, 2006 11:39:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

If you have got this far, maybe you can help me.. does this work better without all the Dimension # stuff..ie

From the void , the point of my existence.

The line - the big I. I am.

Fragments of being. My mind is split, my heart is broken. Continents drifting apart on a map

Turning in space. Your image frozen. A collection of movie stills.

The life I lead. My tube connects with yours, intersecting at stations.

Choices made. Or not. I married you. I never met you - I turned to pick a flower as you picked another.

Hairs on an anemone's tentacle. In this life I say hello as I walk past you, arm in arm with Jimi, Albert, Marilyn and Mary.

The doors of my first infinity shrink to a dot. I don't always find you. The timing is all wrong on most paths in this universe. I die in so many ways.

Different beginnings, different endings, different infinities, different universes. Mysteriously we are still connected.

As I lower myself to search for you I crumple and fold, falling from one eighth dimensional infinity to another, forever.

Nowhere else to go. All our possible possibilities and impossible impossibilities become the dot above the i in time and infinity. Our heartstrings vibrating in the tenth dimension create our subatomic existence.

In the mirror of your eyes I see me.

Monday, July 24, 2006 2:56:00 PM  
Blogger (c) sleight of mind 2006 said...

At this moment I love the poem just as it is, with the numbers!

Leigh :)

Monday, July 24, 2006 3:49:00 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Me too o crunchy one, Leave the numbers and all! In the overview it has a nice sense of the exotic and mysterious this way. Liked it very much.

Monday, July 24, 2006 5:26:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

OK, Will leave it as is . Thanks Leigh and Russell.

Monday, July 24, 2006 7:33:00 PM  
Blogger thepoetryman said...

I agree... Keep the format as is... Nothing is more telling of an artist's intentions than the slippery willingness to conform to the norm.

Monday, July 24, 2006 10:07:00 PM  
Blogger (c) sleight of mind 2006 said...

I keep coming back to this poem, it blows me away, it is inspiring - I bow down at your feet :)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 3:04:00 AM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

I would personally go with the altered version. The numbers hold appeal but I think ultimately unnecessary and distracting to the work. It's like numbering your layers (or as Shrek would put it, the layers of an onion)
Cake has layers, everyone likes cake...
Sorry, got distracted.
The revised version has more of a flow but also a sense of mystery, of the ethereal.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 4:15:00 AM  
Anonymous Shirley said...

Well, numbers or no numbers I love that last line. It brings it all together.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 6:35:00 AM  
Blogger Danny Sillada said...

Lovely and whimsical metaphysical journey. The last line is thought provoking:

"In the mirror of your eyes I see me.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 10:03:00 AM  
Blogger rohn bayes said...

i still don't get it

zenjcl

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 8:56:00 PM  
Blogger (c) sleight of mind 2006 said...

Can't help but keep thinking about parallel universes - I guess the closest anyone gets is to have an identical twin.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006 2:37:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Or an army of clones!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006 3:23:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Or maybe dreams.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006 3:24:00 AM  
Blogger rch said...

I like it either way. Some good imagery mixed with some very deep introspection. Will have to keep reading to get it all (as with most of your stuff). Have a great day!

Bob

Wednesday, July 26, 2006 4:40:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Poetryman.. me conform?!! It wasn't really about conforming, I just thought that listing the dimensions was perhaps a bit obvious, I could have indicated it in the title (eg Heart strings in 11 Dimensions). In that sense they add no real meaning to the poem (to which end I agree with Ozy's comments), but on the other hand the highlight the more scientific side of the poem.
Shirley and Danny - I can't claim to have invented that last line, but I thought it fitted here. I have no idea who thought it up, but I remember being at a Hippy festival (Confest) in the middle of nowhere on the Murray River in Australia. In the mornings a large group would gather and form into two rings one inside the other , facing each other. We then walked around looking into each others eyes and chanting that as a kind of mantra/meditation. This was followed by an enormous group hug where everyone hummed like bees, a collective hive. It was an experience.
Leigh - me too.
Bob Thanks again . I hope you and Rohn get there :-)
Cheers
Glenn

Wednesday, July 26, 2006 2:20:00 PM  
Blogger Cecilia said...

I remember that you had mentioned this (group) experience to me. I would have loved that, too....seeing each other's differences, yet vibrating with unity and celebrating the oneness--facing each other as mirrors, peeking into the universe that we hold in ourselves (at least this is how I see the universe as we had discussed before in one of your poem's comemnts section).

The numbers define the different "layers of the cake" and am not bothered with it at all. The desriptions that each number transport me to another world. I felt like a mini-me in ME.

Brilliant, Glenn!!

.----mini-candy---.

Thursday, July 27, 2006 1:58:00 AM  
Blogger Rappaccini's Daughter said...

This poem is chimerical (I believe is the word). This organic animal that changes shape every time I read it. Sometimes it's existential, sometimes sensual and erotic, sometimes playful with its pop culture and theory.

But always a little breathtaking.

(or maybe it's just my everchanging moods that influence my interpretaion).

btw: there is hullabaloo out there about a 11th dimension. i'm still stuck on 3.

Sunday, July 30, 2006 7:29:00 PM  
Blogger Rappaccini's Daughter said...

Quick question: Jimi H., Albert E., Marilyn M., but Mary who?

Sunday, July 30, 2006 7:43:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Mary M - was just for a bit of religiosity and a larger time jump.
Regards the 11th dimension...they are all here.. the first one is named dimension zero then there are 10 more = 11
(do check out the video on the link at the bottom -it's really good )
Cheers
Glenn

Monday, July 31, 2006 2:00:00 AM  
Blogger Rappaccini's Daughter said...

I was thinking of his mother Mary. Close.

Video is quite helpful.

Monday, July 31, 2006 3:17:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

lol... just as likely!

Monday, July 31, 2006 4:03:00 AM  
Blogger HL said...

Excellent. I should have been here sooner. Better the Brian Greene graphics, more sense-able than Pickover, and more inciteful than a red shifting Suskind?

<<< O >>>>>

Thursday, August 10, 2006 7:41:00 AM  
Blogger Kaz Maslanka said...

The numbered dimensions in this poem create a direct metaphor to string theory in physics. If you were to exclude the numbered dimensions in this poem, you would loose the metaphor to a mathematical model pointing at the fabric of our universe. The opposing argument is that if you remove the numbered dimensions from this poem they still exist and I believe they do as well however, the dimensions are now implied only in the context of verbal language as opposed to verbal language and mathematical language, or really, I should say a mathematical aesthetic is implied. (Dimensions are a mathematical construct) … Bottom line: for heavens sake leave it alone It is wonderful as it is.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006 10:20:00 PM  

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