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Left Brain Right Brain

Posted in Art, maths, philosophy, Poetry, sales, science, writing with tags , , , , on September 11, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

“Can there be poetry in numbers?”

I mused to a mathematician,

“Is there meaning in arbitrary symbols,

Devoid of emotional significance, resolving

Themselves into seeming patterns?”


“The poetry is in the seeming”,

She replied (in an unconsciously grotesque

paraphrasing of Owen),

“Since it is not the numbers

Which organise,

But the mind.”


I dwelt upon this

For sometime, unsettled,

Unhappy that poetry should be reduced,

To intellect and cleverness


Then I observed

Her smile as she solved

The equation and slowly shifted

Her eyes to the window.


I saw that numbers had made

Her world more beautiful, had brought happiness,

Had not explain, but affirmed.


Now I see poets designing diggers,

Mending roads, performing surgery,

Sweeping floors.  Each increasing

The beauty of their universe,

And , in turn, mine.


The only place I can find

No poetry

Is in selling,

For, there, is only numbers

And cleverness



Posted in music, philosophy, physics, Poetry, science, writing with tags , , , , , , , on February 12, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

Flashes.  Glimpses.  Snippets.

Ethereal, not yet hard wired.

Comfortingly out there.

Not to be siezed or chased,

But allowed to mix and land,

Fully learned.


Channel surfing the quantum mind,

Not parallel but concentric, eccentric,

Ecletic, electric,

Like static but not still.

A white noise simaltaneous symphony,

Of infinite possibility.


Posted in music, philosophy, physics, Poetry, science, writing with tags , , , on September 5, 2012 by Graeme Cooper

Peel back the silence,

To reveal the symphony inside,

The perfect harmony,

Of the lost chord.

Listen harder,

Pick up the imperceptible beat,

That makes atoms dance.

Go deeper still,

Tune in to the,

infinitesimal oscillation making,

Strings vibrate with tiny violence,

An echo of the Big Bang,

That creative awakening,

Of the universal mind,

Which resonates softly,

Through all time,

Seeping into consciousness,

To remind you that,

You are alive,

That you are all,

Things and all time,

And have already outlived,

The dust from which you came.

Primitive Organic Electronics Module #1

Posted in philosophy, physics, Poetry, science, work in progress, writing with tags , , , , on July 8, 2012 by Graeme Cooper

If there are accidents

Then the universe is chaos,

And meaning is impossible.

If not,

Then we are nothing,

But cogs in a celestial machine,

With no choices to make,

And hope is redundant.

But sentience is the process element,

Of an infinite feedback loop.

We cannot disassemble consciousness,

Because it is a fundamental force of physics.

We are in the universe,

So it is there,

The ultimate metaphor,

Perfectly reversible.

Physics is the study of ourselves,

Psychology the study of the universe,

Hence we have ‘states’ of consciousness,

And particles have ‘behaviour’.

And still that damned bird sings.


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