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Turning (my) World Inside Out

I am not a poet ~ the world, as I know it, is.

Everything everywhere.


I am not a woman ~ this world is a woman’s domain

and I am in it and of that.


Nature does not surround me ~ I am nature itself

and I live within  my own sphere.


I am not someone imagining what the world might become.

I am that becoming or that emergence in the making.


Hesitation ~ where and what are you? What is this task?

What are we creating as this conversation,

not much different than gestation, something earlier conceived.


Looking out is no more ~ it is not even looking within, it is the active principle

such as breath and breathing ~ continuous and life evolving,

does not need to be named to continue.


Approval ~ what are you ~ takes a unique set of circumstances

to make you relevant, to make your existence, to map the terrain

in which you stretch and wallow and bring forth your experience.


[There are many things we regularly turn inside out (socks, clothes), some even surprisingly, but when it comes to turning this world inside out ~ what of it? What not of it? When can I not do or see or perceive that is so when I receive that calling? Like birth, it comes of its own accord and in its own timing ~ such that we have evolved something we call death. Is that the world turned inside out, birth becomes something reversibly irreversible?]


The world is not me, I am the world emerging and forthcoming

~ only perception forms and forms and forms again.


Sometimes it takes listening to these things loudly, not quietly as some might suggest.

Turn the volume inside out and there is the advantage, the preeminent seeing of what is.


Turning the world inside out, I turn myself out into a world that has

not once yet rejected me or scorned me or humiliated me, but

has me at its very crystalline heart beat, pulsing as aliveness and ardor.


The world as poet opens her domain to the wide spread arms

of welcoming ~ laughing itself awake to itself, hesitatingly unhesitant.


Massive Supersymmetry

For thoughts on the writing of this poem, see below. Originally published on IMUNURI

natural as breathing

unseen sight

Higgs boson

unanswered question


a = morning

b = afternoon

c = evening

d = day

does a + b + c = d


apparent passage

of time

walks all over


we think


without time

the space


things would not

contain monies


as if those


did as we think

dark matter

anti matter


IT previously

not conceived of

not seen

electroweak field

strong interaction


of a second


Standard Model*

shaking in its




do we know

yet beautifully adapt

(we = cognizant)

as/within all forces






*the so-called Standard Model of Elementary Particles

This poem found its canvas and spark via an experimental poetry, group blog, IMUNURI,which I write on somewhat frequently. The prompt we were given for this cycle of writing was called Zephyr. I find the prompts can spark something for me, as in the case of this poem, that otherwise I may not have arrived at within a more familiar terrain.

I’ve had a lay person’s passion for quantum mechanics and quantum physics for as long as I can remember. Recently, I’ve been reading on the phenomena of entanglement or quantum entanglement in The God Effect by Brian Clegg (St Martin’s Press 2006). This phenomena is not a mind boggler for me, as it is something I experience again and again and seem to have a perception of rather naturally. Yet I am fascinated by its seeming elusiveness. Clegg describes the time when (some very famous) physicists could not conceive of matter exhibiting non-locality (or entanglement.) For some it was considered a joke or, at best, utterly outside of classic lines of thinking, thus impossible.

I’m inspired by the shape shifting aspects of certainty. What we once thought certain, no longer is from a different perspective. Can we let ourselves be open to new perspectives? It’s that ‘outside of the box’ possibility that inspired this poem. Playful, risky, celebratory ~ all characteristics of an experimental poetics. 

Short and sweet ~ in response to prompts of 10 or 14 words

ten words: Ten and Ten and Ten Again












Life (No 13 in Musical Humors) :

please click here to see/read this ten word ‘poem’


and fourteen words for One Love:


until that time
found or not
it rests in wait
there within –the pearl

• • •

A love like this
Still as fallen snow
Facets in brilliance
We are That


A ten word poem from the recent IMUNURI prompt this week. I found it came in (two takes) –each a little different.  ¡ʇı ɥʇıʍ unɟ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ ǝdoH


(construct into) Platonic Cube

A new poem, which has a visually inspired structure (amongst other jewels), best seen/read at: http://imunuri.blogspot.com/2012/11/construct-into-platonic-cube.html

The IMUNURI prompt for this poem was of the theme ~

Gotta have heart:

O orators, body sculptors, what if you could put something else inside the middle of the body? what emblem, symbol, or doohicky would you place in the great hearchitecture (heart-architecture) of our corpus? Write a poem about it.

Extra credit for visualizations that accompany your hearchitectural sculpting.