The theoretical physicist says, “I’ve always wanted to find the rules that governed everything. It’s amazing that such rules exist. It’s even more amazing that we can find them.”
The theoretical physicist says, “Deep laws emerge.”
I have a friend who asks about “truth” in poetry. Whenever he does, I want to send him a valentine on musty pink paper. He lives in a Mid-Century modern house with Mid-Century modern furniture carefully culled from vintage stores and eBay. He owns an old mahogany stereo cabinet, jacked up so you can listen to an iPod through it. That’s the kind of truth in which I am interested.
Charles Olson writes, “no event/is not penetrated, in intersection or collision with, an eternal/event” ("A Later Note on Letter #15").
To which I offer this corollary: no event is not penetrated, in intersection or collision with, the stock market.
I wish more poets would talk about money.