Poetic Philosophy Science


If all the sub-atomic particles in my fingernail grew to the size of a small orange how big would my fingernail be?

If every molecule of water in a full bath grew to the size of a drop of water how many baths would it take to hold them all?

If you could read the mind of a mosquito how would you describe its thoughts?

If the earth was the size of a hydrogen atom how big would the universe be?

If time is eternal when did it begin?

How many years would it take to cross the universe at the speed of light?

If the universe is endless and time is infinite how long would it take travelling at the speed of light to find another version of me identical except with green eyes?

If there was no light would there be anything to see?

When will human beings stop evolving?

If human beings stop evolving how long will they survive?

Why do I exist?

Do I exist?

Do you?


Now for some poetry

There are a lot of words in me

More than there used to be

They come in various combinations

Sometimes they make sense

End


Croeso – Welcome

NOTE: THIS SITE IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REPAIRED AND REDESIGNED SO IT MAY BE A BIT WONKY

What’s it all about then?

No one’s got a clue really, but we try to do our best.

This website exists to display a bit of one person’s attempts to do their best. When I say ‘best’ I’m not sure if that’s true in the sense that everything here is perfectly crafted, because it’s not. Some of it is roughly hewn or not hewn at all, simply pointed at, but then again, maybe that’s the best I can do.

I dunno.

I reckon that less than 1 in 100 visitors to this website are actual human beings so if you’re one of them and not a bot, and have managed to read this far down the page, I hope you can find something of interest here.

Just scroll and click and search. Turn over some metaphorical stones – there’s quite a lot to uncover even if I do say so myself.

blah blah – you know the score – here’s a poem from 1999 about knowing the score

ninetyfivefive
 
 you know the score
 in a movie
 or a tv show
 the flaws
 small flaws
 idiosyncratic flaws
 twelve flaws
 or just one
 we’re allowed to be flawed
 it’s ok as long as in the end
 we’re fucking good at our job
 in my real life i’m an artex ceiling of cracks and fissures
 with some small redemption

 it’s kind of arse-backwards ain’t it?

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Lottery – A short Story

lottery-balls

Branwen’s mobile phone shivered in her hand. It was Harry, her hyperactive younger brother. He was always a distraction. He could be a bit too much sometimes, but she was in a generous, and bored, mood.

“Are you in?” Harry said excitedly. “I’m outside – buzz me up.”

Branwen obliged. One minute later Harry stumbled into the flat clutching his new laptop. Branwen was surprised. Harry’s computer set-up in his own flat was usually untouchable, immovable, sacrosanct, with leads and dongles stuffed into every orifice. She only had to sit down heavily and he was on the ceiling.

“What’s up bro?” Branwen asked.

Harry sat on the settee and put the laptop carefully on the coffee table. He flipped the lid open.

“Look,” he said. “Come and see.”

Branwen sat beside her brother and stared at the screen. There was a display of six coloured balls bouncing slowly at random. On each ball was a number.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Can’t you see?” he said.

“It looks like a load of balls to me.”

“Ha ha. Very funny – but honestly, can’t you see what they are?”

Branwen shook her head. “Nope.”

“It’s tomorrow night’s winning lottery numbers.” Continue reading “Lottery – A short Story”