I awake this morning to a message from Bjorn at Real Toads
Today I thought we should move on to write poetry inspired by Physics.
One thing that has always fascinated me in Physics is how the concept of time changed when I dived deeper and deeper into its definition. One one hand we can measure time with extreme accuracy, we are taught to put into formulas to predict the orbits of a satellite, on the other hand we cannot really visualize it as something real. It’s just a parameter that can only flow in one direction (for a physicist time travelling is fiction).
The prompt today is to write about space time. You might start from concept like concurrent events, or from the problem of meeting in the four dimension of space-time. You might go further and think about the consequences of time on earth or space. The prompt is mine, but the poetry is yours.
“Then catch the moments as they fly
And use them as ye aught man
Believe me, happiness is shy
And comes not aye when sought man
Live for now, for it’s a’ ya know”
So here we are then well here i am you are there (collective Somewhere ) in space time (your own unique xyzt co-ordinates to locate you) as I write but here in another individuated space time as you read whilst simultaneously being there you clever thing whilst I am not yet clever or here anymore (at least whilst you are because I haven't finished writing so you can't be reading but you are!) I am now in some future present (NOW in some FUTURE PRESENT) and my current 4 dimensional co-ordinates (which may or may not exist as you read because I may be somewhere else even though I am quite clearly here Clever me ) are specific to this desk (x) in this lodge (y) in this country (z) at this particular time (t) say 09:30 GMT until they are not which is around about when you show up ( and this is true for ALL of you who read) which happens to be right about now