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Pure Science | A Festschrift for Einstein

Albert Einstein 14 March 1879 – 18 April 1955


Titanium skaters on lakes of metallic hydrogen
Strew constant curves of crystalline
Isotopes of orange uranium
All about our vacant house.

Enigmas of equations
Slide lattices to rest
In beds of powdered strontium,
Molding energy as form suggests.

In the place of flux we find new forms,
And our flux-formed spaces fold
The charms of magnet’s fever
Which conduct the core from pole to pole.


The whiteness of Earth’s silence
Is an eye that stares on space.
Orbits chart it ceaselessly,
Etching paradigms of lace.

The inner of Earth’s outer
Is a torus twisted twice.
Balloons ascend within it
Claiming shadows are the room.


What can the mind of silence hear
Other than a whiteness past recall?
It evolves from our epicenters,
Stretches measureless as sound,

Or is seen as the floor of the void
Where the whine of protons stills
In the drifts of chromium snow,
Where we gaze upon the bones of matter bare.

At times, men in aluminum cloaks
Descend the neutron ladder,
And move in a sleet of particles
Too scintillating for instruments to record.

At times, men in groups descend
Through the smoke of the universe,
To tend the embers, imprison flame.
Their cascading dance sparkles,

We taste… the afterimage of events.
Below us, pale and silent,
The plutonium leaves rustle and arabesque
Through radiant silences of solid helium.


Sometimes it seems I had a dream and as that dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.

Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools. Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed in echoes the edges of the chamber.

Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand. Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm, as if I had just woken from all water into dream.

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  • Howard Nelson March 16, 2018, 8:11 PM

    We have noticed that among the DNA-programmed protein-carbohydrate-fat forms, there has mutated a biovariant hyper-human designated as GVDL, our scrambled acronym from our language, meaning ‘aggravating activist with attitude.’
    This left and right sided creature, two-faced, cannot be countenanced!
    Lest this GVDL make contact with other sympathetic psychotics, he must be kept away from his main source of nutrition — all forms of prime Romanian fat-flecked hot pastrami.
    If you have read this far, you probably regret your wasted time. This is to your credit as a member of Earth’s populace making up the inmates on this prison planet of the Universe’s insane. (h/t some sci-fi author of yesteryear.)
    I will have more to urge and reveal as soon as I separate my brain from my forever trembling bowels.
    Beware of GVDL. He expresses the truth from his delirium of reality. J. Durante, The Shnoz, knows this is nothing to sneeze at.

  • Vanderleun March 17, 2018, 9:05 AM

    “Everybody wants ta get inta da act!”

  • DrTedNelson March 18, 2018, 11:59 AM

    “Quant Suff!”

  • jd March 14, 2020, 5:57 AM

    Beautiful! All of it.

  • rabbit tobacco March 14, 2020, 9:33 AM

    My favorite mathematical equation
    explaining the trinity: 1x1x1=1

  • Vanderleun March 14, 2020, 10:54 AM

    Oh Rabbit that’s great. Never heard it before.