Poetic Entanglements

Standard

I. Atoms and words combine themselves into complex structures: molecules and sentences, poems and beings. These pieces hold a limited amount of meaning alone, but it is only through the interconnected relationships of these base elements that they can ever become alive. To break apart these structures is to kneel before a pile of discrete pieces of information. A cell is defined by its purpose for the body as a whole, a word by the body of work. There is value in the syntax, the order, the configuration. Rearrange the elements and the whole thing may fall apart.

II. Language evolves. As time goes on, a combination of sounds mutates into something that doesn’t resemble itself anymore. Every time a sequence is copied, it brings the threat (or blessing) of alteration. Without this swerve, every product created by nature or poet would be a mere copy of the original.

III. A good poem already exists. The writer can imitate it, ensuring that she never rises above her predecessors and lives her life a parrot. She can rebel against it, at the risk of estranging her readers and defining her work by spite. Or she can take that work and distort it slightly, expand the boundaries to her advantage, test the limits without going too far off the edge. Nature works the same way; she is a fine poet.

IV. Poems adapt to the fitness of their environment. As language evolves, the values of art must shift as well, else they will become extinct due to the meager supply of fitting words. The ideal poetic line is a genome, manipulated by entropy until an infinite series of variables miraculously synchronize with the environment, and it thrives. It’s hard to watch old words die. They don’t represent the language of the listeners anymore, but they preserve the language of the writers. Leave them behind when history turns its page. They will be fine.

V. Poetry is a ring species. Each consecutive generation mimics its predecessor enough to be considered the same genus, and yet, generation twelve is a completely different creature than generation one. When do the definitions change? Where do the boundaries end?  It is tempting to categorize time into eras. A segment of time is defined by one concept, and then in one single strike of the clock it is defined by another. The division of history into Renaissance and Shakespearean and Romantic erases the links in between that hold them together. Change is a gradual process. The process isn’t over yet. Every individual moment is an era, defined by itself.

VI. Think about the music of the spheres. The universal symphony is never over; as one tune ends, an elided cadence begins a new melody, recombining the same notes into an impossible number of variations. The last line of one poem is the opening to another. As long as art continues, it can’t really fail; even a poor piece of writing or a mislaid tune may serve as inspiration for the next creator. The only mistake is to stop creating. Everything finds its natural place in the end.

Swimming with the Chlorine-Water Tattooed Dolphin

Standard

4843626213_cd608e16f0_z-1 copy

BioWorldIntel Co. Field Research: Day 1

While our team was doing a routine search for stray bugs in an isolated chlorine pool, we made an incredible discovery. The number of dolphin species seems to have inflated.

Its outward appearance is similar to that of a common bottlenose dolphin, with a few notable exceptions. Firstly, the dolphin has two large antler-like growths in a fused loop on either side of its head. Our aquatic mammal specialist has suggested that this is used to trap its prey, though it seems more likely to pathetically get stuck on a knot of seaweed, which might explain the extremely low number left in the wild.

It also has a tattoo that says “Warning” in twenty-five languages. We think that may be a threat from our rival environmental research group, GlobSciCorps. Well, screw you, GlobSciCorps! We’ve got your dolphin!

Its swimming pattern is very unique compared to other dolphins. Rather than using its tail to propel itself through the water, it inflates a series of swim bladders that allow it to coast elegantly across the surface of the water.

Its behavior is nothing short of hostile. When any member of our team attempted to climb onto its back, he or she would be capsized in under ten seconds. The dolphin has a self-importance streak a light-year wide; its ego is massively inflated.

The dolphin was found in a very unpopulated area. The occasional frog or insect is found in the pool, but never have we come across something this large. We have our marine biologists observing the area for clues as to how it could have gotten there. While most dolphins are at home in the ocean or in freshwater, this one seems to prefer chlorine water.

Frankly, all this incongruous behavior has us all tired out. Our research will continue tomorrow.

BioWorldIntel Co. Field Research: Day 2

Upon visiting our delphine friend this morning, we found its health had deteriorated overnight. Its usually round and well-fed figure was diminished to half its size. At first, we believed it was just deflating its swim bladders to reach a subsurface snack, but we have since confirmed that its health is dwindling. All attempts at CPR have failed, as it does not seem to have a blowhole. None of us is sure how, exactly, we missed that in our initial observation.

BioWorldIntel Co. Field Research: Day 3

The dolphin was confirmed dead today. Though we wanted to mourn its loss, science never sleeps. We have no clues as to what caused its sudden deterioration. It is now an empty skin of its former self. An autopsy will be done tomorrow, but we cannot imagine any other cause of death than time.

BioWorldIntel Co. Field Research: Day 4

As a scientist, I hesitate to use terms such as “miraculous,” as they tend to give my work an air of hypocrisy. However, what happened last night possesses all the hallmark qualities of a miracle.

Not unlike the mythical phoenix, our dolphin has risen from its own grave. It was round and healthy and nearly bursting with energy. After moving a precariously balanced balloon pump out of the way, we all swam with the dolphin once again, where it attempted to drown us just as frequently as our first day together.

I can hardly describe the ramifications this has for science as well as applications to other fields of study. The emotional link between sadness and death unjustified, the cyclical nature of life confirmed, and English students finally have something new to use as a metaphor in their literary analyses. But one thought stands out against all others.

We’ve got your self-resurrecting dolphin, GlobSciCorps! Put that in your juice box and suck it!