a.
227.9 million years away
(mars) heliocentric model
i.e. away from coordinates (0,0), i.e. the sun
b.
149.6 million years away
(earth) " "
etc.
c.
standard metric system, alternatively
this is the geocentric model emerging
i.e. one day on earth is equivalent
of a day and forty minutes on Mars...
we don't have access
to a heliocentric model for this
primarily because of the coordinate of the sun
being (0,0), in Kantian symbolism 0 = denial,
therefore the sun cannot encompass day,
or night, hours or minutes...
you cannot apply
the relativity of days comparatively being different
on Mars or on Earth using the heliocentric model...
and to think, all it took was for nautical directions
being blessed by the movement of constellations,
and that phrase of mine: where's Copernican east?
we're all shouting at the ****** project,
it's either who write the best concentrated plagiarism
of the masses for the visual effects,
the glued together parts of iron and oxygen
tanks... or who can write the words behind the images
well enough to capture the imagination
and shift it elsewhere...
oh believe me, i am living in a 48 hour week,
i'm not writing science fiction,
i'm on earth, but this isn't earth,
it doesn't require a measure of distance,
but still the figures stand... so i might as well
toy with them and get some bogus answer...
d.
what does life constitute on a "planet" that consists
of 48 hours?
today i put on something warm,
the cold finally got to me,
i'm the butterfly while a hurricane
rages on elsewhere,
quantum humanism some call it,
because the physics never really inclined itself
to treat human emotions well enough -
just today,
as i peered into the day's sky -
the moon and the sun shared the same
blue horizon -
in the summer the moon has the
tides - and keeps them at bay, calm,
but when autumn and winter come,
and the earth tilts - the moon looses the grip on
the tides in the northern hemisphere -
hurricanes in the west, tsunamis in the east,
storms at Greenwich meantime -
the time of day? when the moon engages in
profane acts with day, appearing and stunning
insomniacs into coherency, as if asking:
so if i am being given a very quick
and less romantic sunrise, and esp. a less
romantic sunset, by seeing the moon closely aligned
to the sun during the day:
am i seeing the nightly delights of
the southern hemisphere, and if so,
is that to the east, or is that to the west?
i am guessing it's to the east... for i am seeing
the night in the southern Pacific continent -
i am seeing their night
for the moon has transgressed
its boundaries, and left the northern waters
ready to rebel under the polytheistic guise
complimenting the spacious orbs -
when order and monotheism of
the north during spring and summer...
then Poseidon's upheavals with the watery
rebellious graves during autumn and winter:
or how Hades persuaded his two brothers to
pay due and meet with the Titans in Tartarus:
to thus form a pact against the monotheistic concept:
for the soul of the ancient Greeks said:
shame be unto you, brats,
for shunning the religion of your forefathers!
e.
indeed the 48 hour day, two days and two nights,
or more precisely: three nights and one day -
sooner or later they'll push the clocks back,
a man will go to sleep in the dark,
and catch but a glimmer of a day - then too
thrown into the darkness: a 48 hour day on a planet
involves three periods of darkness, and one
period of daylight - and if they said Alaska was
torture... here is a man engulfed alone in it.
f.
strange to think that 78.3 million years between
Mars and Earth only add 40 minutes more to a day...
as ever, the non-uniform suggestion of gravity,
take but one step on that soil,
the curse of the astronauts on the moon:
and then invite the poets of the cult of the moon,
the emblem of the moon that's Islam...
an then wait for the consequences
and the ***** dreams of those people and their children...
even the Atom Bomb seems to have
been forgiven by comparison -
but never the moon: or the death
of childhood - lunar crown shattered -
death of storytelling for children
some might say: 1001 minutes of advertisement
before Cyrus starts weaving a web of entrenched
consumerism - not even the Belgian fields
and their world war 1 trenches could have provided
such a status quo to continue...
to continue...
g.
so do i multiply that figure by something?
78.3 million years disparity -
times the time difference?
i.e. 78.3 multiplied by 40 and added to
the distance from earth?
λoγος - no!
what's the distance from
starting coordinate (0,0) to the earth? 149.6 million...
and mars?
227.9 million...
which means 78.3 multiplied
by taking away the negation symbol due
to the double-negation coordinate that the sun is
(timeless and without space-affirming
timing to our necessary comprehension
of the day to day) - meaning the distance
of the planet with 48 hour days (three nights and one
day) is 313.2 million years away from the sun...
Jupiter stands at being 778.5 million years...
and that's a kept in ****... a gaseous giant...
so the distance is plausible...
but like i said before: first comes logic,
which splits into rationality and irrationality -
but irrationality still uses logic -
we all know that irrationality is not reasonable -
but it is ably-reasoned-with
or can succumb to some variation
of the illogical -
namely illogical rationality:
as in passing Platonic theories down the ages,
or succumbing to the Freudian psychoanalysis -
fashion is simpler, cruder -
it cuts off the missing
points, it desecrates the shrines of famous names
and does the grand thing of keeping everyone
hooked in, rather than out of it nostalgic -
no one is really winning either side of this point.
h.
and this is really what two beers can do to you
to relax after living on plant H-48 -
no yoga teacher can tell you that ***
gets better when you pay alms to this world -
the yoga fakes are making enough dosh laughing:
*** is good, where there's a billion of them,
not a scattering of what i call the real reason
why we evolved to be so numerous:
cancerous libidos, or overblown libidos,
and a knack at ******* each other off - which just
says: keep 'em coming!
and they expect people to really
be awe-stricken when you have such nice names
in biology: chlorophyll and enzyme and hydro and
aqua... and for all life to begin with a big bang?
i thought you couldn't hear astronauts scream
in space? or maybe that big bang was just
a big boo - because aren't we **** scared?
i.
American politics has cracked with this presidential
election, the real dynamic is out...
it reminds me of
the trinity of ******, the brown-shirts
(Sturmabteilung) thugs leader Ernst Röhm
and the man that replaced him:
Heinrich Himmler of the
less thuggish and more professional murderers'
brigade the (Reichsführer Schutzstaffel) -
you see, i actually have a better attention span
when i live on H-48... did you notice
that neither of the presidential candidates mentioned
the literature in their debates?
one said: tax evasion, the other said: emails!
but these two sly foxes are toying with the whole
process... they're citing the literature...
tim kaine and mike pence are the geniuses behind
the scenes... you have to give credit to them...
it's the ingrained discussion -
the gospels - it subconsciously will even convince
black voters (of a certain age) to vote for Trump,
regardless of his blunders... which are like ******'s
blunders even though Eva Braun has Jewish heritage
(as seen in one documentary on channel 4) -
and you know they're running the show
because they only have one debate...
that's how important they are...
did you ever care to watch a
Ingram Bergman film twice? or three times?
i don't think so. once... and then the butterfly is gone,
gone gone. i'm not here for the entertainment -
American protestant-ism isn't European,
it's ultra-Catholic -
oddly enough, not in terms of all
the iconic symbolism - that's scaled down -
but the message is profoundly Catholic -
the two men cited the literature - they're
not thugs, they're not blundering rhetoricians like
the two puppets in their hands...
they're the power brokers
or what in England we call the kingmakers -
i'm not into conspiracies, just the obvious things -
****** had a funny moustache,
Trump has a funny haircut -
J F K was handsome L B J wasn't and was furious
when Marilyn sang the birthday blues...
Gerald Ford is the founder of the Mafia...
Nixon wanted in... oops... didn't happen...
ever since Ford it's been playtime after
playtime and no one doing the arithmetic on lives -
well you know, a washing machine
breaks down, you get a new one...
but something came up at the turn
of the 21st century, no one expected it -
this is where i only ascribe one conspiracy:
you can't miss it,
it's blatantly there on the geographical map,
S.A. and that beautiful ornament flag with a pretty
sword and Arabic calligraphy...
i'm not wetting my appetite with
these words... it's just common sense -
money is something that provides the
trans-valuation of all things: it's what the alchemists
were always hoping to find, but it was found
so long ago that it didn't matter how childish they
thought they could be: thanks for paracetamol
though...
what's actually the most
mystifying aspect of this is how there's an ingrained
desirability of a status quo:
you can have a coin with Rex's head on it,
and no matter what the base metal is,
it will still devalue something more precious
and increase value of something more
precious... it happens in the art world
with the artist being recognised posthumously
for the object of his work,
but nothing beyond that...
and since it is painfully
obvious... the question is...
do you challenge the status quo
or do you consider yourself
a unit of qua -
and that's an open question,
if a question at all...
it's because i have left the
exciting part of this poem,
gravity pulled me down to
planet H-24 (otherwise known as earth), and i see
all this ****** misery...
and i think...
even though my life on planet H-48 can sometimes
feel like torture - i know that i'm in control of
certain perks on it... and all because i decided
to travel there, with one missing clue as to
why it took me 2 years to escape Heidegger's Alcatraz -
and why i decided to go back in...
after reading the previously mentioned book
i realised i was given the key into something else,
kaleidoscopic even -
worded physics, worded chemistry, worded biology,
not the physics of equations, or chemistry
of electron-migration diagrams in organic reactions,
or biology and its oops after oops and
a boxing match with theology -
i even considered
buying the Alcatraz in English... but that would
make no sense...
given the already bilingual dynamic
being established...
as Dante chose Virgil
to wade through hell... you too must also choose
the one companion, and reject all others...
and if Heidegger chose Aristotle
i must choose Heidegger - and would i say that
my grandfather was a bad man for being a
communist party member? do you think
a small town boy gets sold the highest form of
Versailles intrigue that culminates in
the Siberian gulag? they got you spinning that old
housewives' tale like a dodo doing dodo
rather than being dodo.