All origin stories are Newtonian, Part 1 of 2
One of my first encounters with poetry that overtly addressed theoretical physics and cosmology was Frederick Seidel’s book, The Cosmos Poems (FSG, 2000), which I read, without any knowledge about the author, as soon as it was published. This would have been a year after I graduated from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, when I was teaching innumerable sections of freshman composition and a literature course in fiction. In my copy of The Cosmos Poems, the corner of the page of the poem, “Who the Universe Is,” is turned down, and I drew a small star on the corner. Or is that an x?
From “Who the Universe Is”:
The opposite of everything
That will be once
The universe begins
Is who it is.
Laws do not apply
To the pre-universe.
None of it does not make sense.
Puffs to the size
Of an orange in one single stunned
From smaller than a proton.
I probably enjoyed that the universe was personified in the title, and I am sure I liked the play with paradox, scale, and time in the poem. Of course the universe has a pre-universe where laws do not apply, I must have mused. “None of it does not make sense.” Now I remember why I drew the x-star; this was the poem that inspired a few of the lines in my poem, “The Book of Imaginary Planets.” Other poems in Seidel’s book include “Quantum Mechanics,” “Special Relativity,” “Starlight,” “Invisible Dark Matter,” and “The Eleven Dimensions.”
There is also a poem in The Cosmos Poems titled, “Feminists in Space.” It begins, “The stars are happy flowers in a meadow”....
From Grant Morrison's The Invisibles (Vertigo/DC Comics, 1994-2000)
Soon after reading Seidel’s book, I discovered Mei-mei Berssenbrugge’s poetry, which was doing something different in that it didn’t just attempt to directly explain concepts in the natural sciences but seemed to embody the wonder and rationality of scientific thinking through an almost post-confessional stake in compassion and larger questions about reality and consciousness. From Berssenbrugge’s Four-Year Old Girl (Kelsey St. Press,1998):
A girl says sweetly, it’s time you begin to look after me, so I may seem lovable to myself.
She’s inspired to change the genotype, because the cell’s memory outlives the cell.
It’s a memory that builds some matter around itself, like time.
The differences in the science-informed poetry of Frederick Seidel and Mei-mei Berssenbrugge are many, of course. Christian Bök has said about poetry, we don’t read William Blake’s “The Tyger” to learn about tygers; we read “The Tyger” to be the tyger. Bök’s argument here romantically privileges ontology (being) over epistemology (knowing), and it speaks to the ways in which poetry as an experience can move beyond understanding. Perhaps Bök was making that argument when his own poetry was shifting from scientific reference (Crystallography), heroic Oulipian procedure (Eunoia), and sound poetry to The Xenotext, where the poem is a science, and the science is a poem.
There were always lighthouses. I remember one evening—it was 2007 or 2008—when I was late to a poetry reading at Naropa, so I stood outside the doors of the Performing Arts Center, listening, for the first time, to the disembodied voice of Will Alexander. He may have been reading from Exobiology as Goddess (Manifest Press, 2004), which I later taught:
I see Solea in the simooms as volcanic province
as barren confrontation
as nightmare which enkindles
I possess no integral mass
no purposeful debris or balance
superior to the atomic strata of consciousness
not as craft
not as a glossary of atoms
but the force which opens suns
which circumnavigates nitrogen
Poetry is not craft or even the glossary of atoms! Poetry possesses the force that opens suns? As a poet, I wanted poetry to be more than I could imagine. Plus, I was no ironic hipster; I thought I was cooler than that, way more meta. And Walt Whitman had made his mark on me, but I questioned that mark. ? A few years later, Alexander writes in my copy of Exobiology As Goddess:
The Sun Wind of Aereotiths
Aereo. Tiths. Exobiology As Goddess was no “Feminists in Space,” yo. It was all Sun Wind:
Me and Matt at The Mattress Factory in Pittsburgh, 2013: Yaykoi Kusama, "Repetitive Vision," 1996.