A Basic Guide to Cosmology and Sexual Reproduction
A vacuum of space
and time along a horizon of empty bottles. Lost in a
sniffling,cry-ogenic environment of nothing and nobody. A spark, a quick
glance—the flash of a smile from across the bar—clumsily followed by a
cosmic accident, the Big Bang. The event lasts a fraction of a
second. The aftereffects, a lifetime. A seminal cloud—residual of the
Bang and indebted to the ballads of dead rock stars—seeds the void
with the following dynamics of growth: Frozen grains of space dust;
Molecular gases; Heavy metal; Crystal meth. The crystal upon contact
with the space dust—aka, angel dust—hits the street like a new
phenomenon: “sticky ice”. Instead of breaking up, two incompatible
bodies end up stuck together. Violence ensues. Chairs like massive
chunks of rock fly through the air. Objects in space—attracted by mutual
gravity—crash headlong and grow twice in size. Arrests are made. Yet
within the clarity of confinement, as the nebular cloud sobers and
cleans up, as the stellar outbursts fade into the past, the bond returns
a bit scarred but stronger than ever. An orbit is traced through an
illuminating flux of support groups. In the new life-affirming
atmosphere, a realization occurs: to see oneself not as a victim of life
but a source of life. On that very night, the primal mater bulges at
the core and, under intense gravitational contractions, screams out
obscenities, grows infernal and feverish, lashes out with blind fury
until—rising out of an ocean of magma—a tiny cry emerges like the birth
of a new world.
This, our noosphere:
Keith Nathan Brown
received a B.S. in Physics from Marlboro College. His essay, “Network
Subrealism: Sketch of an Emerging Literary Trend,” published in Puerto
del Sol, traces the philosophical and technological origins of a new
branch of literature. His hybrid texts and visual poetry have appeared
in Word For/ Word, elimae, Unsaid and elsewhere. Embodied is his first
book. He lives in Brattleboro, VT.
No comments:
Post a Comment