Argon poem by Janet Kuypers

Argon

Janet Kuypers

from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series

Argonne National Laboratory (the first U.S. science
and engineering research national laboratory).
was started because Enrico Fermi’s Manhattan Project
was to create the world’s first self-sustaining nuclear reaction.
They constructed “Chicago Pile-1“, which achieved criticality
(a sustained nuclear fission reaction) December second
nineteen forty two, under the University of Chicago’s
Stagg football field stands. But since this experiment
was too dangerous to conduct in a major city,
it was moved to a spot nearby in Palos Hills,
and named “Argonne“ after the surrounding forest.

You know, when I was trying to learn
about the element Argon,
I was really hoping that Argonne Lab,
so close to where I grew up,
would have something to do with Argon
(and not a nearby forest preserve)…

Now, the element Argon got its name
from the Greek word meaning “lazy“,
but that’s because Argon atomically is stable
and resistant to bonding with other elements.
And because Argon has about the same solubility
in water as oxygen, Argon often displaces oxygen
and moisture-containing air in packaging materials,
to extend the shelf-lives of the contents.
You know, other noble gas elements
would probably work as well as Argon for this,
but Argon is the cheapest
(so I guess the cheap one wins).

Since Argon is colorless, odorless, and —
this is the important one —
does not satisfy the body’s need for oxygen,
Argon is therefore an asphyxiant.
And since it’s hard to detect,
it’s highly dangerous in closed areas.

But on the plus side,
liquefied Argon is used in cryoablation
to actually destroy cancer cells
with Argon plasma beam electrosurgery.

And the thing is, Argon can also be used
to create incandescent lights
looking like blue neon
(and you can just add a little mercury
to make the light more electric blue).

I wonder if that blue light Argon can emit
looks anything like what we see in the night sky,
because the one tidbit about Argon that really got to me
was that Argon is used (primarily in liquid form)
as the target for direct Dark Matter searches.
The interaction of a hypothetical WIMP
(a “weakly interacting massive particle“)
with the Argon nucleus produces scintillation light,
and Argon gas can detect the ionized electrons
made during the WIMP-nucleus scattering.

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Okay, okay, when I was playing cards once,
we decided to place bets
on what the winner of each hand would get.
Since we didn’t have any money
and we on an astronomy kick,
the first winning hand won the Moon,
then the Earth, then more of the planets,
then the Asteroid belt, the Kuiper Belt,
the Ort Cloud, the Solar System,
then the Milky Way Galaxy.
We may have even bet on the Andromeda Galaxy,
or constellations like Orion
(even though the stars and the nebula
in the constellation are nowhere
near each other in the Universe)…
Then my opponent suggested
the winner of the next hand
would have dominion over Dark Matter.
Alright, they won that hand, but the winner
of the next and final hand won the Universe,
and since I won that hand, I wanted to say
that I therefore ruled over the Dark Matter as well…

Now, you can’t see Dark Matter directly;
scientists believe that this hypothetical Dark Matter,
which neither emits nor absorbs light or radiation,
can take up to eighty-four percent
of all of the matter in the Universe.
Since Dark Matter can’t be seen,
scientists can only infer the existence
of Dark Matter by its gravitational effects
on other matter in the Universe.

And they assume the corresponding particle
in Cold Dark Matter
is a weakly interacting massive particle.
A WIMP.

Now, this is all hypothetical,
But think about it:
if the Dark Matter within our galaxy
is made of WIMPs, then thousands of WIMPs
pass through every square centimeter
of the Earth
each second.

Kind of cool.

And if Argon is used to help detect
these hypothetical WIMPs,
that’s kind of cool too…
Because this stable noble gas
might be difficult for people
trying to breathe in confined spaces
when Argon can easily displace oxygen,
but Argon can help remove cancer
from our bodies,
can light the way,
and may even help us learn more
about some of those undiscovered details
in the Universe too.

Finished with Love and Hate Poem by Andy Derryberry

kev
Kev, I’d have waited the few weeks
So I could see daffodils jump
From the ground one more time

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

I’d want to hear thunder and rain
Hailstones against tin
And window pane once again

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

Ready maybe, but I think I’d wait
For summer heat, salty sweat
Just a few short weeks

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Blazing sun, summer fun
Pretty women and bathing suits
Hummingbirds and jet skis

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

Ready maybe, but it would be nice
To know fall again
Crisp nights and clear moons

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Frost on pumpkins
Brilliant colors in trees
Dazzling sunsets after bright skies

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

But maybe just one more Christmas
And gifts under the tree
At PaPa D’s

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Happiness and singing
Lingering remembering
Of all the seasons before

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

Ready maybe, but just one more snow
Quiet and warm in a way
Transforming the world

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Deep in the blankets
Away from the cold
Warm in sleep and dreaming

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

But…

Kev, I’d have waited the few weeks til spring
So I could see daffodils jump
From the ground one more time
***

Stream of Thought Poem by David Michael Jackson

Strange
word to start with, don’t
go there you say, don’t carry the
world on your
shoulders waiting for
something so nebulous as a
word taking you
to a rose
to a
willow tree beside the
stream of thinking.
You had something to
say,
something that mattered
in the morning of
dew covered
coolness,
melting into
silence and
birds

***

Artist Poem For Séraphine Louis

Séraphine Louis

Séraphine Louis Naive art

They called it Naive art, these paintings by the cleaning lady. It is quite a story

Oh Séraphine

All artists should know you

for you painted for you

after scrubbing the dirty clothes

after being the help, the servant

after your hands were rough

you painted for you

and for your lady Madonna

and because your God

told you to

and

it drove you mad,

and you never knew anything but the work

followed by the paint on your hands, for

the artist’s hands are

always beautiful

when the painting is

finished.

You got there

you made it

you can’t hear me

can you?

So artist out there

paint when no one wants it,

paint with no one but you to see

paint when no one cares

paint when you know for sure

that the art will rot

in some forgotten attic.

Thank you

Séraphine Louis

for the art

lesson.

 

The movie

david michael jackson April 5, 2012 editors@artvilla.com

Pecan Pie Poem by Andy Derryberry

Pecan pie

A confection of seduction

Born in innocence

Lovingly made

By sweet grandmothers

Of plain and harmless constituents

Without dangerous or illegal sources

But, oh, the longing

The desire for the pleasure

That awaits

It gains voice

And calls

“I am sweet

And pleasant

No harm, no wrong

Indulge

Its OK

Even better

Its right”

“Would you like a pie, young man?”

I swoon

Sure it”s a good cause

The seller a sweet little lady

But I buy because I must

And I disguise my need

My desire

For pecan pie,

A confection of seduction

By Andy Derryberry
***

Make sense poem

Make sense this time
said the budding flower
get a life said the tree
make something of yourself said the pot
then they all died
except for the pot
who was made of death
and held the water carefully
as the bee landed on the lip
and said,
See my short life,
visiting the tree
and the flower
and the pot,
I have no time for poems
and I am more useful than you
for no one writes odes
to the poet who writes odes to me,
the bee

david michael jackson