BLAST from PAST: Poetry and the Big Bang

Previously appeared at The Hypertexts

“For the end has found the beginning, there is no stopping it, the power and the falsehood are shattered.” — Jakob Boehme1

Poetry is a fog unless probed at the quantum level. Though its scope of inquiry can be macrocosmic in theme, it unfolds in the realm of the subatomic. Indeed its frequent ode-like appeals to the heavenly bodies may echo the scientific longing to forge a rapprochement between Quantum and General Relativity theories. It’s striking how today’s quantum cosmologists are indistinguishable from theologians. Never has it been more obvious that everyone is struggling up the same mountain as convergence comes of age.

Poetry may be a work-horse for that most mysterious—and withheld—of nature’s four fundamental forces, gravity. As the physicists tell us, gravity isweak only insofar as its full force is distributed across a vast array of mathematically-demonstrated—though empirically unavailable—dimensions and/or multi-verses. Physics also tells us there are eleven dimensions which gravity could well traverse with impunity. Thus gravity’s defining attribute from our Archimedean vantage is one of strident forbearance; it leaks so that we might live. Conversely its unaccountability is the most compelling argument for the presence of somewhere-other-than-where-we-are. Poets refer to this otherworld as the sublime.

The poet navigates this gravity-starved milieu with a resurrective agenda. For whatever reason, poets can operate with greater facility within Keats’ parallel universe of negative capability “when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries and doubts”2. It cannot be stressed how oppositional the poetic mode is to the expository approach. The latter is characterized by ‘ordering ones thoughts’ with outlines and storyboards. Such stratagems are rooted in a causality-based (i.e. three-dimensional + time) universe.

But what we can see—or influence—in Newton’s world of pulleys and levers constitutes an estrangement in the poet’s playground, a tyranny of linearity. After all, linearity implies a path traversed. A line segment has a starting point, A and an end point, B. However as Margaret Wertheim points out:

“In the quantum world, subatomic particles lurch about, suddenly disappearing from their starting points and reappearing as if by magic somewhere else…In many cases you cannot watch a subatomic particle move from A to B; you can only observe it at point A, and, sometime later, observe it again at point B. Just how it got there is a mystery.”3

Echoing this magical mystery tour, Robert Pinsky referred to poetry recently as “an inherited and inexhaustible mystery.”4

Poets evoke this inexhaustible journey with the metaphor of the circle or closed-loop. For example Coleridge uses the archetypal structure of the uroboros to repeal the beginning and end points:

“The common end of all…Poems is to assume to our Understanding a circular motion—the snake with its Tail in its Mouth.”5

In Burnt Norton, T.S. Eliot argues for a still-point circularity, “What might have been and what has been/Point to one end, which is always present”6. Emerson’s Uriel rejects the linear universe thusly: “Line in nature is not found/Unit and universe are round.”7 If one accepts this recurring poetic circle as an attempt to evoke the simultaneity of multi-dimensional space-time, then poets have been wrestling with quantum logic since at least the uroboros of Plato’s Timaeus.

Beyond structure, the internal logic of poetry suggests an alternate, parallel world. After all what is metaphor but non-linear association? When in Preludes, Eliot announces “The worlds revolve like ancient women/Gathering fuel in vacant lots”,8 we grasp the poetic meaning even as we concede the image’s irreproducibility in a Newtonian reality—fuel-laden women from an earlier epoch spinning like worlds in vacant lots? One realm’s nonsense is another’s bread and butter.

Coining ‘the logic of metaphor’, Hart Crane acknowledges the counter-intuitive arrangement of poetical imagery:

“[the logic of metaphor’s] paradox, of course, is that its apparent illogic operates so logically in conjunction with its context in the poem as to establish its claim to another logic, quite independent of the original definition of the word or phrase or image thus employed.”9

Within this train of thought, Crane carefully graduates an ‘apparent illogic’ to ‘another logic’ altogether. Confirming this logical duosphere, quantum pioneer Werner Heisenberg said, “direct “actuality” of the world around us, cannot be extrapolated into the atomic range…”11 Indeed both men are giving form and function to the quantum realm.

Frost was even blunter: “poetry is metaphor”10. Metaphor surfaces far-flung, non-linear associations between two things. It maps the quantum brane, tearing back our four-dimensional fabric to reveal interrelatedness—pre-existing connections—between two things whose interrelatedness, without the poet, would otherwise escape detection. When a fresh connection is made, both poet and reader achieve a Joycean epiphany.

In this sense, the poet is water-carrier, the Orphic straddler of two realms. Poems that remain in the linear realm and that don’t make ‘the crossing’ are prosaic renditions made only to look like poems (the formal accoutrements of stanzas, line-breaks, etc.) If the essential action of a poem can be paraphrased in prose then that is the best evidence it isn’t a poem at all. Similarly if the Orphic aspirant is not so utterly spellbound with the sights and sounds he encounters in the otherworld that he fails to forget himself (confessionalism in its more solipsistic forms), the journey was a wasted effort anyway. Perhaps this person is a daydreamer and not a sojourner after all.

The poet is a subterranean who breaks to the surface where the rest of us dutifully break our bread. What a troubling annoyance. But imagine his task, wrestling quantum reality to a series of written lines on a two-dimensional page. The problem lies with those more ‘stable’ types who have yet to grasp the flux; that matter at the sub-atomic level is a probabilistic soup of wave-particles. The poet appears decidedly less flaky when we disabuse ourselves of the flaky notion of terra firma. Quantum physics tells us that there is no there there. Suddenly the poet, that purveyor of paradox, looks like the portrait of rectitude. Poetry is the voice of pre-reflective human consciousness, a phenomenon which almost certainly springs from a quantum-derived reality. One day the poet’s excursions may earn more recognition within the regime of science.

The sense of déjà vu one feels when reading an authentic poem (in fairness, the majority are falsely rendered) stems from the “repatriation effect” when gravitons reacquaint with companion gravitons that perhaps have not congregated around the same table for 14 billion years (i.e. the time-zero of gravity and self-alienation otherwise known as the Big Bang or singularity). An alchemical victory is logged when the poet traffics from the visible realm to the unseen. Certainly the poet intersects, albeit crudely, a parallel brane, though why he and not others manages this parallelism is an Orphic mystery. Some may simply be more adept at perceiving the fallacy of solid objects. For this, they are often castigated as mere dreamers. Paradox indeed!

Physicists characterize the graviton as a closed circular structure (an uroboros?) Unlike other open-ended strings lashed to our dimensional brane, the graviton is unaffixed and thus free to partake of other dimensions. It should also be noted that the prototypical poet, Orpheus, was a singularly gifted lyre-player, whose adeptness rendering sound waves gained him entry to other worlds. Matter, we are learning, is more wave than particle.

To employ an anthropomorphism, gravity (10-36 ‘weaker’ than electromagnetism in our space-time) fulfills, like God, the path of greatest compassion by diminishing itself within our universe. This absencing allows the variegation of matter to occur (e.g. stars, quasars, planets, dark matter, humans, etc.) In a flight of metaphysical fancy, one might say that gravity’s leakage to other dimensions is a manifestation of God’s love. To be sure, He sacrificed his only-begotten son so that we might live conveys a certain parochialism, that is, ‘universal’ only to our universe. But what if gravity begets many ‘sons’ (demi-urges) across a multitude of dimensions and universes? This is what the M Theory of physics strongly suggests, albeit in the language of mathematics. All sons are of Him, chips off the Prime Mover as it were.

Only the universe in its non-variegated singularity can co-exist with an undiluted God/gravity which is to say our existence hinges on His dilution. Alas the singularity-state (mass at its most undifferentiated denseness) precludes the universe’s splendid variety. Radical monotheism takes its cue from this cornerstone of cosmological physics, a singularity, it should be added, where the laws of physics collapse. These laws are not immutable across the multi-verse, but are peculiar to any given universe. Or, as Stephen Hawking elects to characterize this cart and horse paradigm, our universe exists because the laws of physics require it. Of course once the creation/creature demarcation is allowed, God must relinquish His unity, or at least distribute His immense power across a spectrum of universes, i.e. the multi-verse. No sentient universe is possible without God’s recourse to a multi-verse. God needs other places to go, or rather we need God to be elsewhere. Omnipresence would be unbearable not just in the oppressive sense of some Big Guy telling us what to do all the time—but for reasons of sheer physics. We’d be crushed into oblivion by the equivalent of 100 trillion bear hugs. Love hurts.

Of course this absencing has the perilous effect of leaving us to ourselves. Think of Mom and Dad dropping you off at the front of the college dormitory, tennis racket in hand, an odd mix of anxiety and expectancy. What is the poet’s role within this larger firmament? He is that poor devil shot through with contrariness, an anti-agent promoting backwardation, Keatsian negation, perhaps a verdant field of fast-collapsing mini-black holes and milling strangelets. He is a subversive, an enemy of men, abetting a return against the logic of his being to a resumed singularity. It is the nature of any force to seek the abrogation of its own ‘leakiness’, the primordial will to power.

In between throws of the dice, even God gets the blues.

Yahweh’s wrath flares up episodically as He contemplates the evil that flourishes in His absence. During these moments He pines, sentimentally it seems (though that is an anthropomorphic misprision), for His own prior singularity—ah the good old days! Gnostic mythos contrasts the Pleroma (I might say undifferentiated gravity) with the jealous, selfish demi-urge that masquerades as the Almighty. Suffice to say all is not always well in Heaven as the Pleroma must suffer a plenitude of insufferable demi-urges.

Echoing the mystic visions of his precursor Jakob Boehme, Jung intuited that man is the eye through which God sees. In a similar vein, Job instructs God on the moral ambivalence of his boundlessness. This will strike some ears as sacrilege, but man must shepherd God’s eclipsed being through our rendition of reality. From this, God derives what we might call “pleasure” from the variegated splendor of His manifold creation. We play parent to God the Father through the invitation His absence implies. But He must be absent—or near-absent—for this process to unfold. (For all we know, God may consent to His own absence for the sheer pleasure of it, though it is conceivable He derives some manner of ‘pain’ from beholding the entropy that thrives in His absence.)

With every duality there is a flaring tension, a desire to return to an unconflicted whole. Word by word (the unitary expression of logos), the poet answers this plaintive yearning of God/gravity for (re)composed unity. The poet is the archetypal subset of man in this restorative capacity. Without irony or condescension, Heidegger suggests that the poet is the most essential man. Poets like to hurry this reunification process by dying with alacrity. They are famous purveyors of self-erasure.

One of the age-old philosophical questions is, if God (gravity) is so strong, why does He/It allow evil to flourish? If God was to manifest His full presence in our universe, mass would be obliterated right back to its singularity. Evil is thus a by-product of a leaking-out God. Not so much existential as conditional, it is the vacated space where free will is permitted to germinate—for good or ill. From this absence, atomic bombs and atom smashers emerge.

The CERN Large Hadron Collider (LHC) in its search for the so-called ‘god particle’ promises to harness the re-constitutive power of a million poets. If gravitons can be shown to depart our dimensionality, their ‘evacuating presence’ would signify the quantum process of Love, Wallace Steven’s lightning in a jar.

The Collider goes operational later this year. Let us hope it doesn’t bring the universe down about our ears, because there is a hubristic element even in the most earnest science. Quite reasonably, some trepidation has been expressed at a machine that seeks no less than to recreate the Big Bang. Might this be a cataclysmic uroboric return, Coleridge’s serpent’s tail reaching final terminus in the gaping maw of oblivion? Will the circle be unbroken, by and by Lord, by and by?

One abiding counter-theory is that the small black holes created by the collider might not decay with the expected rapidity, the so-called Hawking radiation effect. I am way over my head here, but hasn’t Hawking revised his ideas on black holes quite radically in the past? Otto E. Rossler, a theoretical biochemist, calculates that Earth accretion by a micro black hole could take as little as fifty months.12 For some interpreters of the Mayan calendar, December 21, 2012 marks the end of the world, or for those less doom-bound, the cessation of a Great Something, maybe even of time itself.

We disregard the nihilistic complexion of the current era at our peril. No human endeavor is beyond suspicion. Nietzsche prophesied that nihilism would pre-occupy modern man in the coming centuries as he grappled with the void left by the deceased white-bearded god of Michelangelo fame. Indeed nihilism, often cloaked in religious fanaticism, end-time prophesy and suicide-bombing, is on the ascendance—if it was ever in remission. Nihilism derives from the creation recoiling from its own agency and consenting to a renewed singularity, a return to a creatureless void, the blessed extinguishment of all those voices in one’s head, our bedeviling consciousness.

A non-scientist, I am unequipped to evaluate the risks associated with the collider experiments. However I’m even more reluctant to throw in with the crackpot metaphysicians and new-agers whose sustenance derives from anxiety and ignorance. My guess is the risks are probably de minimus. How else to explain the overwhelmingly positive support for the collider within the scientific community? Surely no one roots—consciously—for the cessation of Earth? The shadowy form of nihilism lurks in our willingness to court even the tiniest prospect for self-annihilation.

The late Jungian Edward Edinger argued that the archetype of the apocalypse is in the ascendance. The sheer psychic weight, born across myriad belief systems, which roots collectively for an apocalypse is so overwhelming as to make an apocalyptic event all but assured. Science, no stranger to the self-destructive impulse, could well deliver us to the abyss. Indeed a certain poetic logic would be fulfilled if the world ended not with a Big Bang but with The Hollow Men’s whimper—in a 17-mile uroboros of our own devise.

Arthur Kroker has suggested that the will to technology is a lab-coat refinement of the will to power which in itself is a camouflaged nihilism. From Frankenstein to the Manhattan Project, we have learned that science can be the incarnation of nihilism. Now CERN bids to grapple with the very origins of the universe, duplicating a universe under laboratory conditions without displacing or obliterating the observer-universe. No less an informed authority as noted astronomer and President of The Royal Society, Dr. Martin Rees, has conceded of the collider, “as in all explorations of uncharted domains, there may be a risk.”13 Apparently science has decided the risk is worth taking. Let’s also not forget that in quantum theory anything, by definition, is possible. Nothing is off the table—if there even is a table.

Perhaps on this momentous occasion, science has shed itself of the mad scientist shadow-form. Poets, meanwhile, may get their comeuppance when the utopia of merging with the unconscious infinite makes their efforts no longer necessary. Black holes stalking the earth, the Mayan calendar, the exhaustion of Nihilism—too many confluences are pointing towards an ontological Armageddon. It’s enough to give an eschatologist the shivers.


1. Boehme, Jakob, Mysterium Pansophicum VI; 1620.
2. Keats, John; from letter to George and Thomas Keats dated Sunday 22 December 1817.
3. Wertheim, Margaret; Pythagoras’ Trousers: God, Physics and the Gender Wars, p.202; W.W. Norton & Company, 1997.
4. Edelstein, Wendy; “Poetry’s Inherited and Inexhaustible Mystery”; UCBerkeleyNews, February 8, 2007.
5. Coleridge, Samuel; Letter to Joseph Cottle, 1815.
6. Eliot, Thomas Stearns; Four Quartets, Quartet One, Burnt Norton, p. 13; Copyright 1943, T.S. Eliot.
7. Emerson, Ralph Waldo; “Uriel” from Early Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson; New York: Thomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1899.
Eliot, Thomas Stearns; “Preludes”; 1917.
9. Crane, Hart; A Letter to Harriet Moore (as re-printed in Poetry, 1926) From O My Land, My Friends: The Selected Letters of Hart Crane, ed. Langdon Hammer and Brom Weber (New York: Four Walls Eight Windows, 1997), pp. 278-79.
10. Frost, Robert, The Poems of Robert Frost: With an Introductory Essay, “The Constant Symbol,” by the Author; Modern Library 242, New York, Allen & Unwin, 1946.
11. Heisenberg, Werner; Physics and Philosophy; (New York: Harper and Row, 1962); p. 145.
12. Prof. Dr. Otto E. Rössler talks with GOLEM.DE over the dangers of the LHC at the CERN”; GOLEM.DE
13. Overbye, Dennis; “Gauging a Collider’s Odds of Creating a Black Hole”; New York Times; April 15, 2008.

BLAST from PAST: Poetry and the Big Bang

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