intellectual properties

quantum entanglement

this morning i woke up and wanted to have brunch in california, where it is 70 degrees and right now as i type this there is a sunny backyard full of friends laughing and having mimosas.  it is snowing softly but steadily here in brooklyn.

[who'd have thought

that snow falls?]

WHERE IS MY FUCKING TELEPORTER, i silently screamed.

then, because there is the internet, i looked that up.  what *is* the situation with teleporters? and rabbit hole: i started reading about quantum entanglement, which i get but don’t really understand and so my brain turns metaphysics into a love poem for the universe and everyone i love in it.

you move that way

i move this way

with perfect correlation

regardless of distance

“there is no

slower-than-light

influence

that can pass between

the entangled particles”

 [

there is no

slower-than-light

influence

]

.::.

einstein thought this all up, with a little help from his friends. thursday was Pi day and his birthday.  did you read this?

and now they found the God particle (again.)  this seems like a thing that will be endlessly discovered. (that’s some job security right there, looking for god particles)

.::.

on the infinite:

“I promise you that labyrinth, consisting of a single line which is invisible and unceasing.” — Borges

– referenced in the first line of Bochner and Smithson’s The Domain of the Great Bear: in the center of the infinite:

 

from last wednesday’s art class. textual art in the form of a “magazine-intervention”. see:  ”the medium and the tedium”, a 2010 written piece by bochner for explanation of this and his other work on language. {+that triple canopy website layout is awesome.}

["For translucence, against transparency."]

["questions of meaning, due to the nature of language, are undiscussable."]

the silent and spoken structures of language are an alien and incomprehensible labyrinth, an unmanageable pantheon.

 smithson :a heap of language:
(larger)

.::.

 

i am tying us together with really weak strings, strings that are unnecessary to the already entangled.  but i like the feeling of these words as strings, pulling gently.

.::.

 

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