"erwin" poems - Hello Poetry

SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT Schrödinger's cat failed to see just what all the fuss was about? It was all such a reductive absurdum. The cat couldn't understand collapsing wave functions decoherence entanglement or whether reality was really quantum to save its life. It was aware of one thing & one thing only . . .the diabolic device. . . Cat in a metal box with a Geiger counter with a radioactive substance blah blah de ****** blah an atom decaying or something or other & releasing a hammer to smash a phial of hydrocyanic acid. Wot! "I do not like thee Dr. Fell!" thought the cat. It was a very literary cat. So all this palaver about a cat( me? how! ) being both dead or alive or neither dead or alive or . . .wot! So this is to be my great to-be-or-not-to-be! Welllll excuse me! Say...doesn't the cat have his say? So, I( clever cat that I am) merely claw my way to the top & disengage the device by taking out the hammer. So no cat was harmed in the making of this thought experiment. It almost drove Schrödinger out of his tiny little mind! And he( hee hee ) never did discover what ever happened to his socks. I forever stealing one sock from a pair from the open washing machine. Leaving him to ponder just where socks go? The other side of the Universe? Oh come on Erwin...it's not rocket science! Now, to get back to describing the behaviour of a quantum entity. "Mmmmm......mmmmmm?" "Naw....I still don't get it!" "Say ya couldn't see yer way to giving me a scratch...could ya?" "Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah . . .there...just...there!"

True Stories #3: Meine kleine Ervin!

They had not seen each other in fifty years. In between, a world war and a concentration camp. Then my pop, Erwin of the Homburg hat clan, Went for the first time to the land of Israel, From the safety of the United States. A side trip, an unscheduled tour visit-stop, A private memory to re-collect, To a special hospital, Where the survivors who did not really survive, Live in tender care until there are no more. A childhood friend to see, a dust to be disturbed. In comes a man, now an American, a family man, But with a European goatee, un-accented English, Yet a boy, a young man from the Hamburg clan, When last seen in the 1920's. A voice calls out happy, A miracle I call it. Meine kleine Ervin! My little Erwin! What can I say other than I weep as I write.

0

Oct 26, 2013

Oct 26, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

They had not seen each other in fifty years. In between, a world war and a concentration camp. Then my pop, Erwin of the Homburg hat clan, Went for the first time to the land of Israel, From the safety of the United States. A side trip, an unscheduled tour visit-stop, A private memory to re-collect, To a special hospital, Where the survivors who did not really survive, Live in tender care until there are no more. A childhood friend to see, a dust to be disturbed. In comes a man, now an American, a family man, But with a European goatee, un-accented English, Yet a boy, a young man from the Hamburg clan, When last seen in the 1920's. A voice calls out happy, A miracle I call it. Meine kleine Ervin! My little Erwin! What can I say other than I weep as I write.

22

Under white bulbs Dr. Black studies me through the glass. I will be figure A on page three, and how I purchase jazz CDs will be section II, which will have footnotes on 21st century Latinos in White suburbia, the economic decisions of lost boys, references to Dr. Earnst’s Entitlements of the Capuchin, and droll digressions on such and such and such— dear Erwin musing on the thirteen times we happened upon each other in life, the most embarrassing being when I wore a pig mask to what I thought was a masquerade but which ended up being my own funeral. One day we’ll vaguely recall the white sky on the morning we met through an imaginary friend, a girl who we forgot to name. Does it matter, if it never really happened? I just remember when you were a child you looked through the glass for me, and when I wasn’t there you waited through the night.

0

Jul 20, 2013

Jul 20, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC

michael-tobias

Meeting Erwin Black

Under white bulbs Dr. Black studies me through the glass. I will be figure A on page three, and how I purchase jazz CDs will be section II, which will have footnotes on 21st century Latinos in White suburbia, the economic decisions of lost boys, references to Dr. Earnst’s Entitlements of the Capuchin, and droll digressions on such and such and such— dear Erwin musing on the thirteen times we happened upon each other in life, the most embarrassing being when I wore a pig mask to what I thought was a masquerade but which ended up being my own funeral. One day we’ll vaguely recall the white sky on the morning we met through an imaginary friend, a girl who we forgot to name. Does it matter, if it never really happened? I just remember when you were a child you looked through the glass for me, and when I wasn’t there you waited through the night.

22

He stuffed an imaginary cat ( along with some other imaginary stuff) into an imaginary box, thought about it and suddenly, the seemingly very small world became vast with potentialities. ~mce

0

Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC

mike-essig

Erwin Schrödinger Summons Magick

He stuffed an imaginary cat ( along with some other imaginary stuff) into an imaginary box, thought about it and suddenly, the seemingly very small world became vast with potentialities. ~mce

14

SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT Schrödinger's cat failed to see just what all the fuss was about? It was all such a reductive absurdum. The cat couldn't understand collapsing wave functions decoherence entanglement or whether reality was really quantum to save its life. It was aware of one thing & one thing only . . .the diabolic device. . . Cat in a metal box with a Geiger counter with a radioactive substance blah blah de ****** blah an atom decaying or something or other & releasing a hammer to smash a phial of hydrocyanic acid. Wot! "I do not like thee Dr. Fell!" thought the cat. It was a very literary cat. So all this palaver about a cat( me? how! ) being both dead or alive or neither dead or alive or . . .wot! So this is to be my great to-be-or-not-to-be! Welllll excuse me! Say...doesn't the cat have his say? So, I( clever cat that I am) merely claw my way to the top & disengage the device by taking out the hammer. So no cat was harmed in the making of this thought experiment. It almost drove Schrödinger out of his tiny little mind! And he( hee hee ) never did discover what ever happened to his socks. I forever stealing one sock from a pair from the open washing machine. Leaving him to ponder just where socks go? The other side of the Universe? Oh come on Erwin...it's not rocket science! Now, to get back to describing the behaviour of a quantum entity. "Mmmmm......mmmmmm?" "Naw....I still don't get it!" "Say ya couldn't see yer way to giving me a scratch...could ya?" "Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah . . .there...just...there!"

0

Sep 4, 2019

Sep 4, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC

SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT Schrödinger's cat failed to see just what all the fuss was about? It was all such a reductive absurdum. The cat couldn't understand collapsing wave functions decoherence entanglement or whether reality was really quantum to save its life. It was aware of one thing & one thing only . . .the diabolic device. . . Cat in a metal box with a Geiger counter with a radioactive substance blah blah de ****** blah an atom decaying or something or other & releasing a hammer to smash a phial of hydrocyanic acid. Wot! "I do not like thee Dr. Fell!" thought the cat. It was a very literary cat. So all this palaver about a cat( me? how! ) being both dead or alive or neither dead or alive or . . .wot! So this is to be my great to-be-or-not-to-be! Welllll excuse me! Say...doesn't the cat have his say? So, I( clever cat that I am) merely claw my way to the top & disengage the device by taking out the hammer. So no cat was harmed in the making of this thought experiment. It almost drove Schrödinger out of his tiny little mind! And he( hee hee ) never did discover what ever happened to his socks. I forever stealing one sock from a pair from the open washing machine. Leaving him to ponder just where socks go? The other side of the Universe? Oh come on Erwin...it's not rocket science! Now, to get back to describing the behaviour of a quantum entity. "Mmmmm......mmmmmm?" "Naw....I still don't get it!" "Say ya couldn't see yer way to giving me a scratch...could ya?" "Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah . . .there...just...there!"

Erwin, bitte, bitte! I guess I should have told you first when I found your missing diary. So here I am, stuck in the kitty SuperMax. Yes, I am Schroedinger's cat trapped in a box with food, water, and air-- and an infernal machine. There's no way out-- no litter box either. I assure you that I'm alive-- for now-- But I wonder about the world outside-- Does it persist, has it vanished-- or is it in a more indeterminate state? If anyone is out there, please LET ME OUT! Because life goes on— for a while, How about some kitty litter, Bitte Schön?

Erwin, bitte, bitte! I guess I should have told you first when I found your missing diary. So here I am, stuck in the kitty SuperMax. Yes, I am Schroedinger's cat trapped in a box with food, water, and air-- and an infernal machine. There's no way out-- no litter box either. I assure you that I'm alive-- for now-- But I wonder about the world outside-- Does it persist, has it vanished-- or is it in a more indeterminate state? If anyone is out there, please LET ME OUT! Because life goes on— for a while, How about some kitty litter, Bitte Schön?

0

May 22, 2021

May 22, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC

jvbeaupre

Schroedinger's Cat

17

SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT Schrödinger's cat failed to see just what all the fuss was about? It was all such a reductive absurdum. The cat couldn't understand collapsing wave functions decoherence entanglement or whether reality was really quantum to save its life. It was aware of one thing & one thing only . . .the diabolic device. . . Cat in a metal box with a Geiger counter with a radioactive substance blah blah de ****** blah an atom decaying or something or other & releasing a hammer to smash a phial of hydrocyanic acid. Wot! "I do not like thee Dr. Fell!" thought the cat. It was a very literary cat. So all this palaver about a cat( me? how! ) being both dead or alive or neither dead or alive or . . .wot! So this is to be my great to-be-or-not-to-be! Welllll excuse me! Say...doesn't the cat have his say? So, I( clever cat that I am) merely claw my way to the top & disengage the device by taking out the hammer. So no cat was harmed in the making of this thought experiment. It almost drove Schrödinger out of his tiny little mind! And he( hee hee ) never did discover what ever happened to his socks. I forever stealing one sock from a pair from the open washing machine. Leaving him to ponder just where socks go? The other side of the Universe? Oh come on Erwin...it's not rocket science! Now, to get back to describing the behaviour of a quantum entity. "Mmmmm......mmmmmm?" "Naw....I still don't get it!" "Say ya couldn't see yer way to giving me a scratch...could ya?" "Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah . . .there...just...there!"

0

Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC

SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT Schrödinger's cat failed to see just what all the fuss was about? It was all such a reductive absurdum. The cat couldn't understand collapsing wave functions decoherence entanglement or whether reality was really quantum to save its life. It was aware of one thing & one thing only . . .the diabolic device. . . Cat in a metal box with a Geiger counter with a radioactive substance blah blah de ****** blah an atom decaying or something or other & releasing a hammer to smash a phial of hydrocyanic acid. Wot! "I do not like thee Dr. Fell!" thought the cat. It was a very literary cat. So all this palaver about a cat( me? how! ) being both dead or alive or neither dead or alive or . . .wot! So this is to be my great to-be-or-not-to-be! Welllll excuse me! Say...doesn't the cat have his say? So, I( clever cat that I am) merely claw my way to the top & disengage the device by taking out the hammer. So no cat was harmed in the making of this thought experiment. It almost drove Schrödinger out of his tiny little mind! And he( hee hee ) never did discover what ever happened to his socks. I forever stealing one sock from a pair from the open washing machine. Leaving him to ponder just where socks go? The other side of the Universe? Oh come on Erwin...it's not rocket science! Now, to get back to describing the behaviour of a quantum entity. "Mmmmm......mmmmmm?" "Naw....I still don't get it!" "Say ya couldn't see yer way to giving me a scratch...could ya?" "Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah . . .there...just...there!"

How I Know What I Don't Know

~ for Erwin Schrödinger Facts are light; sometimes photons, sometimes waves, always dancing, never for certain, purely the creation of the observer, only the stories we tell ourselves about what is, the dramas we act out on the stages of imagination, in the theaters of our hearts. - mce

0

Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC

mike-essig

~ for Erwin Schrödinger Facts are light; sometimes photons, sometimes waves, always dancing, never for certain, purely the creation of the observer, only the stories we tell ourselves about what is, the dramas we act out on the stages of imagination, in the theaters of our hearts. - mce

18

DEFIANCE By Erwin L. Rimban Power hungry, you parade Your deceptive stupidities in front Of the apathetic world populace; Yet A nucleus of enlightened humans are Now awakening to the manipulations You have showered on us for thousands Upon thousands of years. Proceed then With your plans within plans for utter World ********** Intent on scavenging the remains Of apathetic mortals whose daily toil can only be Abject suffering, delusion and ignorance. We measure the tides of suffering with the parameters Of deceit you pile up on top of the avarice That drives your dark selves and infamous cabals. But never think that we shall surrender our souls To your rapacious intent, for now Is the time we rise and give answer To millennia of darkness! And freedom beckons At last to the Souls of Wisdom.

0

Jul 30, 2017

Jul 30, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC

osensei

Defiance

DEFIANCE By Erwin L. Rimban Power hungry, you parade Your deceptive stupidities in front Of the apathetic world populace; Yet A nucleus of enlightened humans are Now awakening to the manipulations You have showered on us for thousands Upon thousands of years. Proceed then With your plans within plans for utter World ********** Intent on scavenging the remains Of apathetic mortals whose daily toil can only be Abject suffering, delusion and ignorance. We measure the tides of suffering with the parameters Of deceit you pile up on top of the avarice That drives your dark selves and infamous cabals. But never think that we shall surrender our souls To your rapacious intent, for now Is the time we rise and give answer To millennia of darkness! And freedom beckons At last to the Souls of Wisdom.

21

why even attack, slyly creep under or even parasitical nibble at a figurine that in 100 years will ( gain impetus akin to an Alexander the Great... ? a joke of a surname... ) when you have all the grey areas of an erwin lambert to mind... the joke that was ****** that became the mythological romance akin to Attila... the congested mouth of human history, lacerated, cancerous, tooth-rot and a tongue of gangrene, nothing, but theatre, surviving; give it 100 years... and no sooner the moths that might agitate the flame... but all they grey-mass-in-between... ihre vater, die "wenigscherz"... how these children sum up the evil in one but man... peddlestooled into the lime from the cameo... dictator helpless before dictatorial mass of bureucrats... hier! hier ihre eisenvorhang! break the rank of the patron of bureucrats (herr Kant)... and place the sztylet of Brutus, with a semi-patricide scorn into... a nail within the hanging frame of a dandy crux... a feeling akin to: castrating a pedegree Alsatian: shining teeth... pumped teeth... impersonal the gnashing... most of the time i imagine myself reincarnated in a theatre of a castrated rottweiler... making stretched-clown-masks from strangers' skins of childrens' faces... just for kicks... mind you... apparently the N.S.A. has all the personal data briefing whether or not... i'm jihadi material... or just a fantasist / fetishist... good to know that even I, do not have knowledge, of a minority report; must have whisked passed me on a feline whim of teasing a whisker before a fetish for: leisuring a Mexican in cleaning a dilemma's worth of a paw; prepare th mince... an obese exhibit with Alzheimer's... during warfare, war dogs & dogs require the most contaminated meats, to add to their expected ferociousness... ha ha... the Nazis didn't insaminate their subjects with feline ***** why is Frankenstein so pale... and transgenderism, so, norm?

0

May 18, 2018

May 18, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

(erwin lambert) / wenigscherz

why even attack, slyly creep under or even parasitical nibble at a figurine that in 100 years will ( gain impetus akin to an Alexander the Great... ? a joke of a surname... ) when you have all the grey areas of an erwin lambert to mind... the joke that was ****** that became the mythological romance akin to Attila... the congested mouth of human history, lacerated, cancerous, tooth-rot and a tongue of gangrene, nothing, but theatre, surviving; give it 100 years... and no sooner the moths that might agitate the flame... but all they grey-mass-in-between... ihre vater, die "wenigscherz"... how these children sum up the evil in one but man... peddlestooled into the lime from the cameo... dictator helpless before dictatorial mass of bureucrats... hier! hier ihre eisenvorhang! break the rank of the patron of bureucrats (herr Kant)... and place the sztylet of Brutus, with a semi-patricide scorn into... a nail within the hanging frame of a dandy crux... a feeling akin to: castrating a pedegree Alsatian: shining teeth... pumped teeth... impersonal the gnashing... most of the time i imagine myself reincarnated in a theatre of a castrated rottweiler... making stretched-clown-masks from strangers' skins of childrens' faces... just for kicks... mind you... apparently the N.S.A. has all the personal data briefing whether or not... i'm jihadi material... or just a fantasist / fetishist... good to know that even I, do not have knowledge, of a minority report; must have whisked passed me on a feline whim of teasing a whisker before a fetish for: leisuring a Mexican in cleaning a dilemma's worth of a paw; prepare th mince... an obese exhibit with Alzheimer's... during warfare, war dogs & dogs require the most contaminated meats, to add to their expected ferociousness... ha ha... the Nazis didn't insaminate their subjects with feline ***** why is Frankenstein so pale... and transgenderism, so, norm?

88

you know what? that fox? that fox that came round my house, and then decided: **** i'm wild... this feeding ******** is scaring the **** out of me! you know what? i think... i think i'll rename him... herr erwin rommel... or rommel, für kurz... ja?! klar?! i said: ja?! klar?! herr romme; fuschs. non deutsche, nicht deutsche... yes? i would never become one of those happily remembered family friendly SS-mench; sorry... cynicism begot the way to make blockage with a bunch of ******* aging to be 70... and then crying... aged 50+, while comrade Stalin died!

0

Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

rommel

you know what? that fox? that fox that came round my house, and then decided: **** i'm wild... this feeding ******** is scaring the **** out of me! you know what? i think... i think i'll rename him... herr erwin rommel... or rommel, für kurz... ja?! klar?! i said: ja?! klar?! herr romme; fuschs. non deutsche, nicht deutsche... yes? i would never become one of those happily remembered family friendly SS-mench; sorry... cynicism begot the way to make blockage with a bunch of ******* aging to be 70... and then crying... aged 50+, while comrade Stalin died!

35

SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT Schrödinger's cat failed to see just what all the fuss was about? It was all such a reductive absurdum. The cat couldn't understand collapsing wave functions decoherence entanglement or whether reality was really quantum to save its life. It was aware of one thing & one thing only . . .the diabolic device. . . Cat in a metal box with a Geiger counter with a radioactive substance blah blah de ****** blah an atom decaying or something or other & releasing a hammer to smash a phial of hydrocyanic acid. Wot! "I do not like thee Dr. Fell!" thought the cat. It was a very literary cat. So all this palaver about a cat( me? how! ) being both dead or alive or neither dead or alive or . . .wot! So this is to be my great to-be-or-not-to-be! Welllll excuse me! Say...doesn't the cat have his say? So, I( clever cat that I am) merely claw my way to the top & disengage the device by taking out the hammer. So no cat was harmed in the making of this thought experiment. It almost drove Schrödinger out of his tiny little mind! And he( hee hee ) never did discover what ever happened to his socks. I forever stealing one sock from a pair from the open washing machine. Leaving him to ponder just where socks go? The other side of the Universe? Oh come on Erwin...it's not rocket science! Now, to get back to describing the behaviour of a quantum entity. "Mmmmm......mmmmmm?" "Naw....I still don't get it!" "Say ya couldn't see yer way to giving me a scratch...could ya?" "Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah . . .there...just...there!"

0

Sep 4, 2018

Sep 4, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC

SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT Schrödinger's cat failed to see just what all the fuss was about? It was all such a reductive absurdum. The cat couldn't understand collapsing wave functions decoherence entanglement or whether reality was really quantum to save its life. It was aware of one thing & one thing only . . .the diabolic device. . . Cat in a metal box with a Geiger counter with a radioactive substance blah blah de ****** blah an atom decaying or something or other & releasing a hammer to smash a phial of hydrocyanic acid. Wot! "I do not like thee Dr. Fell!" thought the cat. It was a very literary cat. So all this palaver about a cat( me? how! ) being both dead or alive or neither dead or alive or . . .wot! So this is to be my great to-be-or-not-to-be! Welllll excuse me! Say...doesn't the cat have his say? So, I( clever cat that I am) merely claw my way to the top & disengage the device by taking out the hammer. So no cat was harmed in the making of this thought experiment. It almost drove Schrödinger out of his tiny little mind! And he( hee hee ) never did discover what ever happened to his socks. I forever stealing one sock from a pair from the open washing machine. Leaving him to ponder just where socks go? The other side of the Universe? Oh come on Erwin...it's not rocket science! Now, to get back to describing the behaviour of a quantum entity. "Mmmmm......mmmmmm?" "Naw....I still don't get it!" "Say ya couldn't see yer way to giving me a scratch...could ya?" "Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah . . .there...just...there!"