MA MONTRE ACCIDENTE
(Prose sur une manifestation de la phénomène de révolution -
Autre titre Cadran en Révolution)
ACCIDENTED WATCH
(Prose on revolution -cf. below)
Avec les aiguilles,
la longue et la courte,
minute par minute,
heure par heure,
le cadran tournait.
Chaque jour par cinq,
je ne voyais pas la différence,
un tour complète,
de retour à douze,
comme dans un rêve.
Mon dieux!
Elle ne s’arrête pas.
Truc d'Ouf! Mon esprit-
Ne m'a pas joué un tour!
Je suis encore en vie!
ACCIDENTED WATCH
(Prose on revolution)
With the hands,
the long and the short,
minute by minute,
hour by hour,
the face revolved.
Every day by five,
I could see no difference.
One complete turn,
at twelve again,
as in a daze.
Mein Gotte! it did not stop.
Relief at last! My mind-
was not playing a trick.
I was alive again!
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Friday, 4 April 2008
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Thursday, 3 April 2008
My poem-dream: "Jaggy Stuff" (analogy with laser light)
Author's note:This poem is based upon a half-awake dream, places and people are real.
Jaggy Stuff
He looked at himself in the glacey mirror*
And what he saw was war and terror.
He looked again and remembered his dream.
His franglais, mixed, shone not quite clean,
As the laser beam, sharp and unbent,
Highly directional, monochromatic, coherent
Bringing secour, help and relief at last.
Like the antimatter in the quantum glass,
Present and past in one place on the cross.
Which door was number three? Right? No left.
Upon opening was a man, on the table edge deft,
Behind young cronies drinking merry.
I left this boat, suffocating ferry.
I breathed afresh the new belief spawning
I looked and saw, I listened and heard
A voice from the other side, (Adams) said
-Cried out, Morin is dead! I half awoke,
In the grey and an idea broke,
untwining the ‘frangais’ laser clear.
To breath again, with life a date.
J. Alexander (about12/12/98).Copyright © J.A.( Scanned and punctuated 15/12/2001-8/01/2002 Ed.19/03/2003).
*(double meaning “glacey”, cold- franglais->glassy)
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Friday, 28 March 2008
TBD - To Be Done or Work-in-hand
A recurring pre-occupation in my web and blog approaches, has been and is, concerned with of the concept of limitations and their positive (or negative or equilibrating-neutralising) power and their definitions. This is becoming more and more apparent to me! I do hope readers share this perception, if not I trust you will send your feed-back for improvement or contribute via your own web-logs and links.
To start this "conversation," and hopefully help understanding, let me developpe this as follows:
""Many of you will know of the idea of the “weakest link” as in a chain, or in a team or human system, and again in chemical kinetics, “the slowest reaction in a series of reactions may determine its overall rate or speed” or upon further analysis may depend on in what is known in chemical or mechanical engineering –as fluid dynamics and heat and mass transfer as opposed to purely chemical reaction rate. In a few of words “Holistic Systems Approach.” These notion appear throughout. ""
Current up dates to blogger with AdSense are:
· "Toe the line" or "The Prefects Prayer"
Already posted here-in.
. It is based upon the very clear short book "Les Constantes Universelles" (Universal Constants in english) by the Physics Nobel Prize winner Gilles Cohen Tannoudji. I warmly recommend both C.Cohen Tannoudji's book for the concise,insightful account of the universal constants; G, c, k & h the gravitational constant,the speed of light,Boltzmann and Planck'constants respectively and my,hopefully mind stimulating, verses on LIMITS in
· "Newton is Dead"
Already posted here-in
ENTROPY,Chemical-Thermodynamics; Gibbs, Helmholtz, J.C.Maxwell et al. in
· "From Entropy to Poetry," (Work completed)
or
LASER Light-beams in
· "Jaggy Stuff" (Done cf next post above)
or again on WORK & JOBS
· "Le travail c'est la santé-a damned good job too",
Alreadt posted herein
or
even on Neutrinos in
· "Not so Shy" (TDB follow-up from John Updike's poem The Shy Particle)
. These and other subjects are treated in a light-hearted but fairly sound fashion. As suggested in my original weblog post “”, despite such exponential increase in knowlege,(that non-trivial “hockey stick” crops-up again) it is trivial, still,to say that infinitely more is unknown than is known, even excluding the outer space & extraterrestrial exploration often involked in such statements, and less explicitly as in Nuclear Fusion.
An Innovative Energy Network Brings Carbon-Credit Hope-Highlighted by my poem "THE DC NETWORK" High Voltage Direct Current -Also Sound Advice on HIV
(a damned good job too!)
Source of Inspiration:
Footnote Sus Dev: ref. "Material Matters" & Letters to the Editor Materials World & our following debate on HVDC:
"The DC NETWORK!"
HVDC should in no-way be confused with HIV.
Both refer to distributed energy, waste to flee!
HIV needs no explanation for today's generation,
-Remember...!
HVDC means High Voltage Direct Current, premption
Notice here that, "mean" takes an "s", giving "means"!
Both relie on the Materials Sci. Scot, rubber(s) for insulation.
Let worldly saints see,
Lack of protection is Devil's temptation.
Soon the world solar energy links,
May end the current energy jinks,
Wind in Scotland powering Poland & Germany!
Can you just imagine, more than one man thinks
A 6million kilted, bagpipe nation starts to dream a link
Fossile energy sources may end some day - happily,
Spreading, comfort instead of dire, wild-fire
The latter is a climate change hard trier.
Trust the solar-nuclear; Wind & water
Marine-Hydro, Fuel Cells & Geothermal
Decide on Solar source, dash...
Not just all that,trash and hash.
copyright JA (080328)
It is particularily fitting to dedicate this post to the Pylon Poets.
[& again thanks Jack -Material Matters, Materials World -IOM3, Sept. 2002, p70. ]
The so-called "Pylon poets" of the 1930s were mocked for writing poetry that seemed to praise the scourge of the National Grid spreading itself across the hills and valleys; Stephen Spender, W.H. Auden and Louis MacNeice all got tainted with the brush (even though Spender's original Pylon poem doesn't seem all that straight-forwardly enthusiastic if you read it now).
But it reminds me of our current national debate about wind farms. I absolutely love the idea of a landscape which combines respect for our architectural heritage, with a delight in what is to come - and for me, wind farms and pylons are exciting: a gorgeous, exhilarating sight. But to listen to some Radio 4 phone-ins, you'd think I was completely alone. Now I've got Brian Hayes, though, I know there must be other people out there who like pylons. courtesy of The Independent, Emma Townshend.
Footnote: The excellent "Leonardo Energy" web site, is managed by The European Copper Institute
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Thursday, 27 March 2008
My Poem on Mechanical Limits-"NEWTON IS DEAD."
Newtonian physics and thermodynamics have succeeded.
The blind watchmaker has had his say.
Even in evolution, which is where it’s at,
Could it be that my own equilibrium is fleeting
But this machine, I may tell you, can only function.
Only as a mainly mortiferrous linear decision,
This last word is to-days reality,
Do you get the picture of the human system devotion?
Choose carefully here, the dreams of some brave individual!
*(Long & short time economic model-pendulum?/eqm.)
More on Entropy [Link] or
Why I Chose Red-Pourquoi j’ai choisi le rouge
H.Macdiarmid. Ed. Penguin Vol.1. Complete Works (trad. J.Alexander).
Je me bats en rouge pour la même raison
Que Garibaldi a choisi la chemise rouge
-Parce que quelques hommes dans un champ portant le rouge
Semble être très nombreuses - s’il y a dix vous diriez
qu'il y a cent ; s’il y a cent vous les croiriez mille
Et la couleur rouge danse devant le viseur de l’ennemi
Et son visé sera mauvaise-Mais la meilleure raison de tout
Un homme dans une chemise rouge ne peut ni se cacher ni fuir.
Trad. J.A.© (1 /06/2001)
(m. j. a. m.)
I FIGHT in red for the same reasons
That Garibaldi chose the red shirt
- Because a few men in a field wearing red
Look like many men – if there are ten you will think
There are a hundred; if a hundred
You will believe them a thousand.
And the colour of red dances in the enemy's rifle sights
And his aim will be bad – But, best reason of all,
A man in a red shirt can neither hide nor retreat.
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Saturday, 22 March 2008
My Poem,"Toe the line" on LEARNING-HORIZONS/HORIZONS APPRENANTES!
“Les Constantes Universelles”[pdf] par Gilles Cohen-Tannoudji )
J. Rotblatt-founder of Pugwash "1st meeting,Pugwash,Nova Scotia,Canada" Hi forever!)
Toe the line
Ce n’est pas un terrassement
Toe the line
C’est le début du commencement
Toe the line
C’est l’intention absolue de dépassement
Toe the line
Maintenant, les yeux rivés, fixement
Toe the line
Sur la corde plus que jamais, en filament
Bang ! Soit-il grand !
On est sur la piste.
Stu-Peur !
C'est une horizon qui s'éloigne
Ce sont les concurrents qui s’éloignent.
Par déplacements, expansions bidirectionnelle,
Le corps s’échauffe,
Mais l’esprit reste froid, calme comme la nuit.
Le but atteint, c’est l’horizon affranchi
Les corps se rencontrent, de nouveaux se percutent.
Sourires ou larmes, des visages s’allument,
Embrassant vainqueurs et vaincus.
Dans l’effervescence, le temps s’arrête.
Au-delà du tout "quantum" discernabilité,
On a inventé "l’amplitude de la probabilité".
Nous sommes spectateurs, des parieurs tous !
Mais dans l’énergie de l'action, on vit,
Ici, maintenant, conscience
On découvre la remise des médailles,
manifestation de la life réalité !
Toe the line! - all in Time-GENTLEMEN-Please.
(m. j. a. m- mostly just a metallurgist).
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Oh What a "Great War", That Was!
(Suggested by H. Mcdiarmid “Beyond Exile.” Salonika (1916)
and surely,the pipe music “The hills of Tyrol”, paroles A. Stewart).
Note historique:
To Salonika and Back/ Salonique aller – retour-1917.
For Françoise et sa Famille: Mamie Lulu, Paul, Dédé et Michel
and especially Grandfather Jaconnet, he who survived the
atrocious: "Chemin de Dames"- Verdun
"Le cousin de ma femme est mort aujourd’hui"
“My wife’s cousin died today,
Son nomEm, Jean Crochet.
‘Maréchal de ceci ou de cela ?’
«Tout simplement des Logis. »
‘Diplôme en poche aussi ?’
« Des Ponts et Chaussées . »
Il a quitté le 201e d’artillerie
Le silence sur la 26e batterie
Sur ses terres lointaines
Trouver le vieux chemin
De la colline et de l’école
était au-delà de ses propres forces
Son père comme lui a dû allé
Car Jean, lui-même, à trop tardé !
Il a quitté le 201e d’artillerie
Le silence sur la 26e batterie
A Salonique. Quel beau voyage !
L’instituteur, directeur, la norme
A trouver le vieux chemin
De la colline et de l’école.
Jean a passé l’ultime borne
Il a quitté le 201e d’artillerie
Le silence sur la 26e batterie
Ils sont de retour à nouveau, Nevers
Jean, Alphonse, et Francine
Ensemble devant la pierre, l’hiver,
Vieillis de cent ans un jour
Silent memory to a living “hymn”
Il a quitter le 201e d’artillerie
Le silence sur la 26e batterie
Il faut bien le dire,( tout haut ?)
Ca fait beau sur son tombeau.
JA © (1/06/2001). Trad. Update (5/06/2001)
Footnotes :
Francine née Perrier
1° version ever = anglais pour "toujours"
Variations
Silent memory to a living “hymn
(Mémoires si-les-cieux - la vie en hymne).
( Translation to English of” my poem
Bien au delà de l’exile. Originally in French. Inspired by H. Macdiarmid )
My wife’s cousin died to-day.
Oh, his name? Jean Crochet
Major General this or that?
Simply a sergeant major
A young university graduate, eh ?
From‘les Ponts and Chaussées’
Jean left the 201st artillery
Silence on the 26th company
In distant lands to find
The old hill road and
The village school was well…
Beyond his strength, now unkempt
His father, like Jean also went
Jean’s life was down right spent
Jean left the 201st artillery
Silence on the 26th company
To Salonika what a wonderful trip
The school head master, directorship
Found the old hill road and
The village school was well…
Jean had passed the ultimate mile post
Jean left the 201st artillery
Silence on the 26th company
They are now all back in Nevers
Jean Alphonse and Francine
Together before the headstone, ever
Aged a hundred days, one day
A silent memory to a living hymn.
Jean left the 201st artillery
Silence on the 26th company
Should I allow, my voice be heard
Declaring that it does look good
On his grave head?
JA copyright@J.A
Trial translation 25 Oct. 2001. ©
Tribute to Lazare Ponticelli & to those who survived or tried to survive WWI
Lazare Ponticelli, was the longest and last French surviver of the "Great War" The 1st World War (WWI) Lazard died today. A short well documented tribute to Lazard was published by The Economist.
I did not intend to write so soon on work inspired by H. Macdiarmid, soldier in the British Army medical corps who wrote the following lines which I find beautiful and poignant, a plea or prayer in essence, hence my desire to translate them into french. There is another reason concerning close family, some survived some died! Lazard & Hugh survived...
Au-delà de l’exile
(Beyond Exile by H. Macdiarmid trad par J.A. -Original in english - scroll down)
Que dieu soit loué, mes pieds peuvent encore trouver
Dans ces terres lointaines le vieux chemin de la colline,
Et piétine toujours aucune glaise étrangère
Mais leur gadoue, familière terrine
Et tout l’état étendu de l’océan
Ne sera qu’une lamelle brillante
Qui glisse entre les champs ondulants
Pour ne trouver aucune mer étrangère
Aucun toit d'arbre d’étranger m’abrite
Même que je voyage au lointain détour
Et les ligues qui nous séparent, ne sert qu’à me rapprocher
Aux cotés de mon amour
Et si je passe l’ultime borne
Et bien, je serai chez moi à nouveau-
Le pas rapide à la porte discrète
Les yeux pétillants à la vitrine !
Salonique, 1916.
Traduit par J.A. (6 Juin 2001)
founded in 1921, by The Ponticelli family; Lazard and is two brothers, all Italian immigrants.
Beyond Exile
Praise God that l my feet can find
In distant lands the old hill-road,
And tread always no alien clay
But their familiar sod.
And all the ocean’s broad estate
Be but gleaming band to me
That slips between the bending fields
To find no foreign sea.
No stranger’s roof tree covers me,
Albeit I travel far and wide,
And sundering leagues but closed bind
Me to my darling’s side.
And if I pass the utmost borne
Why, then, I shall be home again-
The quick step at the quiet door,
The grey eyes at the pane!
Salonika, 1916 by Hugh MacDiarmid (died 1978)
Complete Works Vol. 1, Pub. Penguin
Ed Michael Greave & W.R. Aitkin
©Christopher Murray Grieve (1978)
© Valda Grieve (1985) & family?
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