NASA researchers have discovered a perplexing case of a black hole that appears to be “tipped over,” rotating in an unexpected direction relative to the galaxy surrounding it.
Black Hole Wisdom
(Galaxy NGC 5084)
I wonder if
Out there
Somewhere there is
An exception to everything
We know
And all the things we don’t know
Too
Would make a universe
I guess
And maybe prove infinity
If not eternity
C L Couch
Photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash
What Do Angels Eat
I suppose
The first and best guess
Is nothing
They are heavenly
They seem to work
Unflagging
What need have they for
Food
What then
If a need
And for an energy source
For we may say they are
Relentless
Yet wonder if
Their energy is
Eternal
They are divine
(before some choose
another way)
Though they are not divinity
And so might
To fancy
Or daresay
Need fuel
I wonder if
They might draw energy
From sources in the
Cosmos
That they both know
And
Throughout
Time
And without
Time traverse
Say
With delight
They might soar through
The atmosphere
Of Venue
Fill their wings
Like sails
With wind
From gaseous origins
They might digest
Of
Slingshot movements
‘Round the sun
Or borrow from the
Energy
From orbits of the
Many moons
Of Saturn
Or of Jupiter
Borrowing
From Phobos
Deimos
Or the satellites
Of outer Neptune
Or
Dwarf planets
They might know the molecules
That fill what we consider
Empty space
They might eat dark matter
Or visit to the other ends
Of black holes
And so feast
From what is there
And so
Inside the center
Of each galaxy
So be replenished
From so many places
Or maybe a dimension’s slide
Into another
Provides nourishment of
Meals
So-called
Out of the multiverse
They eat
Without the worry
Of measure
Until our measures become
Or of other worlds become
Adept
To catch them
At their food
And so have proof
Though faith
(foolish
you might say)
Has long
And even
Now
Requires none
C L Couch
n. b.
Maybe they are feeding
From the leaves
In trees
(who says what size)
That fall through fall
Or reach up from the ground
In spring as
Seedings
Other plants
Flowers
And with an irony
What we need
And take
As crops
For food
(CLC)
Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash
"Energy," by the way claims William Blake, "is eternal delight."
(x = space)
x
x
Our Turn
x
What does God say
But something that
Could be without words,
Could be in a breath
Of moving air,
Could be something
In the quiet
Or in cacophony
x
Order speaks,
Chaos works its way,
There’s miracle in timing
Though the measure isn’t ours
x
Someone else is keeping time
For music we can’t hear
But moves us
Like vibration through the floor
When a band we know
Is playing
x
The universe is a song
Whose senses are involved,
All of them
Measured out
To everyone
x
With a constant invitation
To the dance
Whose steps we know
For having once been made
And being made again
x
Yes, and fallenness
x
Get up,
Step away
Into the dance
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by tabitha turner on Unsplash
x
right-angle shadows on the moon
x
before the multiverse
occurred
the universe is infinite
all possibilities
here
x
there might be variations
upon our everything
slipped
through dimensions
frosting on creators’ cakes
x
a calculator without ending
solving pi
a Rubik’s cube offered of
galactic proportions
x
the other side of black holes
is an upside-down that we get used to
once we’re there
where Amelia Earhart
and the crew of the Mary Celeste
found solace
in their time
and what is time
when only numbered four or five
in a mult-dimensional count?
x
here we have questions
there
there are the answers if
upside-down
x
go far enough
to find the portals
to what
might be
the multi-elsewheres
x
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20 july 1969
x
x
x
(x = space)
x
x
Momentum
(for friends)
x
You know,
I write several things
A day
And then choose
One of them
Some days I only write
One thing
And I use that
I tell myself that if there’s
Nothing, then I won’t
Have anything
To share
And that has to be
All right
Occasionally, that happens
Not so often
If I have access to my
Small machines
Among them the device
Inside
x
I say this because
This is where I am today
Not quite Pooh Corner
I admit
I cannot do everything
I want and like the apostle
Sometimes I do
The thing I hate
Though I think it’s more
That I don’t do
The thing I want
Even love
To do
x
I could ask
Where is the energy
Of youth, that
Sweet bird,
Though I think we know
That energy is finite
Like the push-pull
Universe
And that we always tire
So we
Run the race we can
Then rest
x
I know
You’re at the
Starting line
With me each day
I want to be with you
We go
And if we’re smart
We’ll rest
When there’s been enough
Join me today
Won’t you
In the race
That for us
Is cosmic laced,
Spiced, intertwined
With spirit
(or have spirit
laced with cosmic
thinking the spirit understands
either way)
The cosmic race
The spirit race
The human race
x
C L Couch
x
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Isaac Newton Telescope on La Palma in the evening light
Photo by Frantisek Duris on Unsplash
x
Romans 7:14-15
(Hebrews 12:1 et al)
x
Take Down the Cosmos from the Shelf
It might be morning
Sing us a new day, please, O Lord,
And ministrations of the angels
Slough off dead leaves
From trees
And unliving skin cells from our bodies
Renew everything
And let all organic detritus
Feed what is living now
Maybe it takes more than miracle
To renew the Earth
Let alone start new life on other worlds
We won’t know until we get to these
Or receive their emissaries
Maybe in meteors and microbes
For a start
Is it all expanding,
Then what happens next?
Who’s to say it doesn’t slingshot back
To start it all again?
Or that something won’t be surging
From the center, once there’s
Room
Like black holes we have found
In the middle of known galaxies,
Which might be feeding
Something that will birth among the stars
As stars
For introduction to new layers
And new ages
Bright leaves as pages
For stories we would have never
Otherwise conceived
There is some faith
And magic of belief
In all that’s startling
Ancient tome and
What is behind that
With a virtue and a prayer
We take it
Songs inside muscles
Here is creation
C L Couch
Photo by Maarten van den Heuvel on Unsplash
x + y + z + 1
The multiverse
Who knows
Maybe this
Scientific imagination
Each choice spins out into a paradigm
With teeth
So that we have
In reasoned chaos
The universe of possibilities
Everything we think of
Dream of
Find in nightmares
Has happened somewhere
And is happening
A tongue to invoke
There is paradox
Irony in Oppenheimer
The godhead cited
Now we destroy the worlds
We cannot make
Heroes, villains
Inside tethered minds
C L Couch
Image Credit: CC BY-SA 2.0 NottsExMiner
Universes
To understate,
The universe is huge
And there might be many of it
All around and through
Makes one wonder how matter can
Be dark as in absent
Where’s the room
But I guess dark matter is a substance
Of its own
Like tiny black holes that might be
All around as well (and through)
If so, they must be pulling matter that we know
We lose the universe we know,
And does it go to feed another
Body on another plain
And so they have such openings there
As to release their atoms
Skittering across astral dimensions
That might sometime land here
Is it all one give-and-take
And is there balance
Or is chaos confirmed
As part of the regularity, the normalcy
The paradox in making
In keeping everything together
While it all moves
It’s not covalence
It’s a dance
We all are partners
Everyone has a turn
Each one owns steps
And talent is in measure
And it’s all approved
Do you see
Whoever you are
However you’re arranged
And I can’t speak to aberrance
But someone can who calls
The dance
Does not control the steps
But gave us the hall
And bids us, as an invitation, to take part
In something wonderful
C L Couch
Honky Tonk Train Blues | recording by Lewis | Britannica.com
Apology
Sometimes I look into sky
There can be clouds
More viscerally when it’s stars
We see bucolic things
And we should
But sometimes it falls back on me
The sky, the stars
And if one can feel vertigo
When sitting still
Well
I’ve tried to imagine it all
And it has smacked back on me
The universe, as if I’m told
Cannot take me now
Don’t even try
It’s not yours
Someday, maybe
You’ll know your place
And your way around
C L Couch
(too beautiful, too much)
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