Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
The twining climbers,
hardy honeysuckle awaits
anxious hummingbirds.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a poet of Japanese sentiments. Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) is sometimes credited with coining the term “haiku” as a stand-alone poetic form.
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Flashback:
On April 7, 1945,
the last of the world’s largest battleships,
the Yamato, did not ever arrive,
nor complete the last of its many trips,
sunk by nine torpedoes and six bombs on
its way, as it was, to Okinawa.
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Newsreel:
Near the Strait of Hormuz, the Touska has been stopped and seized,
for crossing the blockade, by the American Marines.
Apparently with no surprise, to anybody there…
were chems to be used for ballistic missiles in the air?
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Pausing in the Lotus Pose
by Sri Wele Cebuda
He was a man in glasses pausing in the lotus pose.
He longed to open up his third eye’s pale, petaled rose.
But he was back up in the corner with nowhere to go.
How could he, being down so low, reach heights of lofty glow?
He had an ankle bracelet, silver bling around his neck,
and blue, subdued tattoos, o, dude, on shoulder, arm and leg.
But sitting on the lap of time, he gazed in awe at it,
the universal, cosmic, karmic whirl in a snit.
He stared into eternity. It made his head spin round.
It bulged with gorgeousness, o, lovely gorges that astound;
but he was at an impasse that he couldn’t get beyond,
the man, like as a lotus blossom on a yawning pond.
Sri Wele Cebuda is a poet of meditation.
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Nerve Cells
by Dr. Weslie Ubeca
The nerve cells are connected by the fibres, muscles, glands;
and centre stimuli are carried by reflex commands.
The nervous arc, an excitation to the labyrinth
of the sensorium and back, makes someone act or think.
Then there results phenomena of mingled consciousness,
influencing the system’s whole and launching cautious bets.
The new trace of experience and sensitivity
alerts the brain and nerves, however imperceptibly.
The nexus of the spinal cord communicates within
the motor, sensory and autonomic functioning.
Dr. Weslie Ubeca is a poet fond of the material world.
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from Ion Quest
by Ira “Dweeb” Scule
The building blocks of matter—subatomic particles—
are popping up as topics in varied articles.
What has decaying of B-mesons recently unsealed
@ the HLCb experiment in Cern revealed?
Ira “Dweeb” Scule is a poet of subatomic physics. Ion Quest is a maga-zine of the Universe.
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The Vector of the Swan
by Walice du Beers
The soul, o, gander, flies above the park, and far beyond…
The discords of the wind descend upon its passive pond.
The swan swims on, its curving neck arising in the air;
it floats along the water unperturbed by hunter’s dare.
Like as one scrawling in a ripple on the surface, sir,
it leaves behind an auburn, quirky, Paphian caricature,
bequeathing its white feathers to the aura of the ess,
as autumn’s buff aurora dips in dark, duff murkiness.
The soul, o gander, flies up high in white wings on the dawn,
and races to Deneb, and then, o, Cygnus, it is gone.
Walice du Beers is a poet beyond Cyprus.
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Eclogue
by W. Israel Ebecud
Now the Lord’s Spirit had departed Saul,
and an evil spirit tormented him;
and Saul’s servants said to him, “An evil
spirit from God torments you. Command them,
that is, your servants, to seek out a man
who is skillful in playing the lyre, so
when you are ill, he will play for you, and
all will be well.” Saul said to them, “Do so.”
One of Saul’s servants said, “I have seen
a son of Jesse the Bethlehemite,
who is very skillful in lyre playing,
a man of valor, prudence, and is right
with the Lord. Therefore, Saul sent messengers
to Jesse that said, “Send me David your son,
who is with the sheep.” Then did Jesse stir,
lading a donkey with bread and wine skin.
Also with David he sent Saul a kid.
So David went and entered Saul’s service.
And Saul loved him greatly. He made David
his armor-bearer. Saul sent to Jesse,
saying, “Let David stay with me, for he
has found favor in my sight.” Whenever
evil came upon Saul, David played the
lyre and Saul was refreshed. The evil left.
Israel E. Ebecud is a poet of Ancient Israel. The 24-lined poem above is an interwoven abab drawn from 1st Samuel 16: 14-23.
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Hippasus
by Esiad L. Werecub
Hippasus was an ancient Greek of whom not much is known,
but he’s associated with some demonstrations shown.
Hippasus has been linked by some to the square root of two,
the first irrational that has come in to common view.
The proof that it was incommensurable, once revealed,
Hippasus could have seen its yield opened quite a field.
Hippasus also has been coupled with Pythagoras,
constructing the dodecahedron’s dozen pentagons.
Perhaps Hippasus perished, or was punished by the gods,
at sea, due to some firm and stern command. What are the odds?
In sum, whatever be, Hippasus’ strained apostasy
has left his name upon the rolls of immortality.
Esiad L. Werecub is a poet of Ancient Greece. Hippasus (c. 530 BC – c. 450 BC) was a mathematician of Ancient Greece.
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Of Hyperbolical Geometry
by Euclidrew Base
The Absolute Science of Space—by Janos Bolyai in
the year of 1832—did quietly begin
a revolution, by creating out of nothing, a new,
and other world. Its influence nearly nil, but true.
His father Farkas sent the work to Gauss in Gottingen,
who, though he recognized his genius, did not praise him then.
In 1848, perusing Lobachevsky’s work
of 1829, he saw he too had seen the curve
of hyperbolical geometry. Bolyai crashed.
He gradu’lly became a recluse and insane, alas,
and died soon after Lobachevsky died in poverty,
a nonEuclidian—not quite left in obscurity.
Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. Carl Friedrich Gauss (1777-1855) was a German Romantic mathematician, astronomer, physicist, and geodesist, Nikolai Lobachevsky (1792-1856) was a Romantic Russian mathematician, and Janos Bolyai (1802-1860) was a Romantic Hungarian mathematician.
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The Concerto
by Ewald E. Eisbruc
While the symphony was driven to abstraction, the concerto never shed its theatrical flair. Even in a century of distraction, the Twentieth, it kept reál-political, the most vital genre of orchestral music, holding securely to the operatical. When other genres became rather elusive, the concerto continued on its tradition, whether its composer’s manner was effusive or restrained. Despite the friction and the faction, it remained, through all the fighting and abusive words hurled at it, headstrong and steadfast in action.
Ewald E. Eisbruc is a poet of music. In the above prosem, according to Beau Lecsi Werd, though it may seem aporetical, the word “operatical” was not intentionally a neologism.
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The Prelude of E. Ludwic Barese
by B. S. Eliud Acrewe
O, let us go, then, you and I, when morning light is spread
out far and wide across the sky in blue and white and red,
like as an eagle flying high above a mesa top.
O, let us go incessantly, not stopping till we drop,
past certain, half-deserted streets of honks and wild yells,
and leave behind the muttering…retreats of cheap hotels.
O, let us go and dine on oysters in chic restaurants,
and find us pearls in the shells that satisfy our wants,
unlike a boring argument’s insidious intents.
O, let us go beyond the city, giddy and intense.
B. S. Eliud Acrewe is a poet of urban moems.
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The Ranch Hand
by “Wild” E. S. Bucaree
The ranch hand has to work for very little wage.
His heart’s not in it, though his body has to be
prepared for all that comes his way: the purple sage,
the branding iron, breaking broncos, the ruby
sunset, hard grub, hay bales, fence mending, tending crops
and animals, the hardness that’s never ending,
the hauling, the mauling, brawling call that never stops,
the unforgiving weather, leather saddles, reins and straps,
the constant manufacturing of troubles and jobs,
the smell of crap, the crude mishaps, the slips and slaps,
the strains, the aches, the pains, the shakes, corral and cage,
the rips, the raps, the living on the edge, collapse.
The Western
by “Wild” E. S. Bucaree
“The Western was a reflection of farms and rural living. Wild horses, gunfights,
the cattle stampedes, and lightning storm-harms were reminders of rural days and nights.”
—Raise Club Weed
The thing that most surprised that cowboy from the West
was not that lovely gal in sparkling sequins dressed,
was not that flaming arrow aimed straight for his crest,
was not that silver bullet destined for his breast.
It was the time he pushed that man from off his chest;
that man had gripped him harder than he could have guessed;
like Beowulf, when clenching Grendel, Daneland’s pest,
he wondered would he win this one and meet this test.
But luckily for him, though he was surely messed,
the struggle ended well, for he was truly blessed
with strength enough to shove that tough from off his vest;
and he escaped with little pain and well-earned rest.
Of all the many battles he had had, he confessed,
the one that threw him out of sorts and had him stressed
the most, was when that Albuquerque kid had pressed
him close to death; but he fought back with all his best
and beat his foe.
Raise Club Weed is a poet of the American West. In the above qasida, “est’ is the singular rhyme. “Beowulf” was the most striking Old English epic. Albuquerque is a city of New Mexico of approximately 560,000. The Western genre ranges from Owen Wister (1860-1938) and Zane Grey (1872-1939), and Max Brand (1892-1944), to Jack Shaeffer (1907-1991), Louis Lamour (1908-1988), and Oakley Hall (1920-2008), to Elmer Kelton (1926-2009),Larry McMurtry (1936-2021), and Cormac McCarthy(1933-2023).
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Duke of Earl
by Educable Wires
The 1962 hit Duke of Earl,
both written and sung by Gene Chandler,
is as good a mixture of the profound
and the ridiculous as can be found
among all the songs ever created,
recorded, and played. Its gold-plated
sound goes round and round, from repetitive,
opening, seductive and sedative,
a deep, mesmerizing, punning bass chant,
to the high tenor of its royal jaunt.
At times the tone’s intense, exaggerates,
but the love inside the tune resonates
too: “Yes-a, I, oh, I’m gonna love you!”
It is genuine, it is real, it’s true!
It’s the kind of things a lover might say,
a pre-Beatle prattle of “yeah yeah yeah.”
Th’ alliterative “walk through my dukedom,”
like King and Duke talk in Huck Finn, is dumb,
but it is precisely that humbleness
that is so welcoming. Such simpleness!
and the rhymes: “Girl…as I walk through this world,
nothing can stop me now…the Duke of Earl!”
Educable Wires is a poet of pop music. Gene Chandler is a PostModernist American singer and music producer.
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An Editor’s Notes: Industrial Pictures at an Exhibition
by Cawb Edius Reel
Number One
It was a still from a high-speed drill-testing video…
[In 2022, the racehorse starts his run—Irideo.]
th’ 8-millimeter carbide drill had struck aluminum,
a shower of corkscrew chips flew up like popcorn pop-and-jump…
exploding jagged lines, bright white, among the gray and brown,
blown-flying outward like the shrapnel from a fierce, flown bomb.
This was no cereal—snap, crackle, pop—the sound was shrill.
It left him numb—that shrieking pumping—of that carbide drill.
[In 1972, Hot Butter’s Pop Corn, took its pulsebeat fun,
to Germany and Switzerland and France…to number one.
The Second Photo
This shows a close-up of a grooved aluminum test disk,
which looks like vinyl records, those that used to skip and skid;
except the grooves don’t spiral in, like records used to do,
but are concentric, like tree-rings produced by narrow grooves.
[Recall Young Rascals Groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon?]
They were made to retain their wear-resistant coats—a boon—
by thermal spraying with a steel feedstock—lowered weight
for blocks and rotors built before electric powertrains.
But will it go the way of the old-fashioned buggy whip,
like jingling Sleigh Ride bells ring-ting-tingling? Giddy yap.
Three Dimension
A 3D-printed cutting tool is being measured in
a laser set-up gage to verify dimensions seen.
This type of tool is used with oil lubricating mist;
compressed air, oil and internal piping’s what it is.
When he had minor surgery, robot assisted mends,
a giant robot with six arms, with pincers on its ends;
and he was wheeled in to th’ operating room, he gasped.
The doctors put him under this machine—o, holy crap—
some sci-fi robot, or a still-life violin of Braque,
a cubist composition in white, silver, beige and black,
like Alice in a W(under)land, mechanical and pressed,
involved in a quite complicated game of 3D chess.
The Joule-Thomson Classical Effect
Hole-making, high-throughput technology in a V8,
an engine block that uses pressured gas to lubricate,
so when one takes compressed gas through an orifice one gets
the cooling due to the Joule-Thomson classical effect,
where th’ enthalpy is equal to internal energy
plus pressure times the volume in pure thermal synergy.
A drill has started drilling; there is little heat about;
a shower of dry particles—those white dots flowing out.
Here is a cornucopia of yellow rubber seals,
compression fittings, dump valves, hoses, cylinders and wheels…
Remember Sandburg’s Smoke and Steel, from Pittsburg to Youngstown,
to Gary, Braddock, Birmingham, and Homestead, loud and proud.
Five Alive
This is a still from yet another testing video,
machining operation on the inside of a sleeve,
aluminum with thermally sprayed coating made of steel,
as in the engines of an F-150 or Mustang.
A corncob cutter slightly smaller in diameter
moved in a circle path, as it advanced on down the bore.
Costello in a double-secret mystery dance flight.
The layers sheared off lots of energy, hot, yellow-bright.
Hey, Eddie Money, Ronnie Spector sang in shadowed light—
white gold and silver streaming sparks, like Take Me Home Tonight.
A Strange Monolith
This is a partial manufactured stator that one sees,
one on each F-150 Lightning axle eventu’lly.
This striking copper crown of thorns will get
a coat of gray epoxy for an insulating set.
This crown is formed by hairpin wires bent into a U-shape,
then trimmed and laser welded. There’s no need for any tape.
It seems electric cars play music for pedestrians;
to warn them when they’re coming, like the Bolt’s low-moaning stunce,
like that of the strange monolith found in 2001:
Space Odyssey, a journey going still, that’s not yet done.
Mais où est donc or ni car?
To drill a hole six millimeters in diameter
around two-hundred millimeters deep—add drama too,
and intersect three other holes, as one went on one’s way.
Concern was that long skinny drills will wander off and break.
[The application was a cylinder de-ac-ti-va-
tion system with cast-iron block in a push-rod V8.]
They listened up for squeals and looked out for any smoke;
but money then evaporated in this line of work.
[Machine Head was the album where Smoke on the Water was
a strange reflection on the fire in Swiss town Montreux.]
Behind the Eight-Ball Eight Days a Week
Here is a gear box cover set up for a drilling test.
There are two of these in a Lightning EV truck’s drive set,
a ste-el ring gear mounted in aluminum die-cast,
like as a jewel in a setting of only the best.
New holes were added after allocation space came free.
Was this an echoing from Highland Park and Model T?
[In olden days a glimpse of stocking was thought…shocking some…]
Depressed, he kept on labouring, but made a journal come.
A renegade, this engineer of cutting tools became,
an editor who wanted to make a great gap and shake.
Beyond the Time Barrier
Appearing like a peering Lycaon with a blue face,
the helmet shape, rectangular, a prototypic case.
300 etched on the exposed front of the surface cells:
[Go, stranger, and to Lacedaemon tell that here we fell].
They know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall,
dreamed up by Platonists who never built a bird house ‘t all—
extracts from Chordal’s letters, the machine shop Odyssey,
no Iliad, just the Homeric Rivethead pulsebeat.
[The film’s producer traveled to year 2024.
The 1960 audience much older than before.]
Cawb Edius Reel is a poet of film. David Stephenson is a contemporary engineer and editor.
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