The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

March 30, 2010

corsair *

cruse said to me, there's terror in the land.
but you must not be crass, you must go on.
continue where, i said, worn, about to crash.
where the crush is least she said, where empty.
cress grew lean across the empty flooded field.
my cursor moved and heavens, nothing lit.
we cross a barren land, where there is terror.
criers were there, and sad with surgent fear.
and crews to fight the horse, cruse said to me.
and cars to carry crews i said and cruse said yes.
o curs we cried please leave this land of horse.
for corsairs were and, pleased with curse and me.

*encore e-45 electric guitar played new; i think i'm becoming one
of the best improvisers around, at least with these instruments;
given my earlier work, i shouldn't be there. but do listen to
corsair and decide for yourself.

Alpine finished -- Closed folder "INBOX". Kept all 21 messages.
The temperature of Heaven can be rather accurately computed.  Our
authority is Isaiah 30:26, "Moreover, the light of the Moon shall be as
the light of the Sun and the light of the Sun shall be sevenfold, as
the light of seven days."  Thus Heaven receives from the Moon as much
radiation as we do from the Sun, and in addition 7*7 (49) times as much
as the Earth does from the Sun, or 50 times in all.  The light we
receive from the Moon is one 1/10,000 of the light we receive from the
Sun, so we can ignore that ... The radiation falling on Heaven will
heat it to the point where the heat lost by radiation is just equal to
the heat received by radiation, i.e., Heaven loses 50 times as much
heat as the Earth by radiation.  Using the Stefan-Boltzmann law for
radiation, (H/E)^4 = 50, where E is the absolute temperature of the
earth (-300K), gives H as 798K (525C).  The exact temperature of Hell
cannot be computed ... [However] Revelations 21:8 says "But the
fearful, and unbelieving ... shall have their part in the lake which
burneth with fire and brimstone."  A lake of molten brimstone means
that its temperature must be at or below the boiling point, 444.6C.  We
have, then, that Heaven, at 525C is hotter than Hell at 445C.
                 -- From "Applied Optics" vol. 11, A14, 1972

brake, dance

in the morning, bark fled the surfaces of trees, only to return,
tired and worn-out, somewhere in the night.
the brook left its banks with the fleeing of the bark, the bark
never knew, when it returned, that the brook had been a-swimming.
one day dawn broke early, all might have been revealed, but kindly
night kept sky and earth in darkness.
herons and bitterns in brakes decried the awkward giving, still
concealed from almost all creation.
it was as if day-break had broken, as if night had its sleepy way.
bark, bred on the morrow, gathered together at evening's sleepy way.
brad and allison wandered all around, smiling at the world's new
green and blue horizon.
all creation in harmony, no one boasting, bragging, no one being,
no beings one, no one being one.
birds flew together and apart above the swimming trees trees.
o ark of gift-tomorrows, no irk among the brake.

among the brake and swimming trees, dank animals at rest.
by dint of softened nest, amoeba moved, thoughtful and silent.
they swam, sunk, and rose again, thirsting boundaries of water
and air.
their transforming bodies lightly dented surfaces of new-born
thinking among dung and graceful food, gasping world, creating
murmured world.
dunes there were, low hills and sundry wisps of cloud.
done was the world, unbegun the world, silent all animals and
quiet plants.
the din of the quiet, brad and allison would have thought,
there were no brad and allison.
all moment, movement, were of, and of not, dance.

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