Simple Changes

I watched the door close,
Heard its soft click.
Now,
My eyes sear,
I see as the wind feels.

My friends speak to me
Using words bent,
Screwed and
Wound through
Steel forming machines.

I answer with
Doorknobs,
Tire nuts and
Spaghetti ladles;
It is all the same to me.

Tears Gather Flowers Follow (2014.05.03)

It is a bluing evening on the waterfront
Blind cliffs by my shoulder black
Hasty footprints in the soft, damp sand
Painted flowers and the memory of her tears.

Orthogonal Axes

 

“Identical twins separate at birth and never meet”

(“Steel Strings”, Cody Myers, 2009 release)

 

Dawn

I noticed the dimmest light outside my window,

-fitting neatly between two heartbeats-

I heard the cicada start their sawing.

In a few more heart beats,

More of them joined in

Until the air was full of sound and light.

 

JW was on stage in front of hundreds of students and visitors, and he had nothing prepared. He would just start, he thought, and the words would come, they always did.

On the other side of the curtain, he could hear the level of conversation rising, and he knew that the time for him to speak was approaching. He peered through a slit in the curtain at the audience to to find Samantha.

There on the left side, about half way down, she was her arranging her fat purse on top of her jacket, she was looking around and pushing as deeply into the seat as she could.

Just then a hand clasped him on the shoulder and someone asked him if he was ready. JW was as ready as he could be. And with that, another man appeared on stage at the podium saying something that resulted in laughter and then applause as the curtain opened.

JW was still standing where he was when he spotted Samantha, as the curtain swept past him and the spot light found him.

He smiled at the audience a little confusedly using his thick eyebrows to help shield his eyes from the light. He started to speak but realized that his voice could not be heard. He needed to be at the microphone; bowing slightly he walked to the podium, took a drink of water wishing it was something stronger and began talking.

“A long time ago, I read that complexity is the result of a  lack of understanding.” JW smiled at his audience a beat too long, he thought, some were stirring. “I will try to keep it simple so that I don’t appear too foolish.”

He looked around the stage, “I feel naked without a blackboard.” Some laughter.

“How many are here because you read what I wrote and it made sense to you?”The auditorium was full with students crowding the aisles and the two doors that led into the hall. There were a couple of hands in the air. JW looked over the entire assembly and decided that it was time to begin. “In the next few minutes, I am going to tell you about the essence of life, i.e., the answers.” He paused,”You have already thought of the questions.” There was murmuring and laughter from the audience.

“As most of you know, I am a math professor at the university, which means that is how I make my living- but I don’t think you will need to know a lot of that to understand what I am going to say here tonight. Mathematics isn’t for everyone, and certainly it isn’t the only way to look at things or understand life, but it is my life’s training and my point of view. There will be many other completely valid and acceptable ways of framing what I say. If I make it clear enough, you will understand what I mean.” JW paused searching through the mental outline he was creating for his speech, rechecking the priorities, rechecking the completeness. He paused with his finger to his lips, “Yes, yes, I can say that. In the end, they are all one.

“I would like to lay the ground work for what I have to say in simple and practical human terms.’, Again, he looked around for a blackboard, not finding one, he dropped his shoulders a little and went on.

“How many here think that the world is flat? Anyone here think that the universe is finite, you know, maybe only has so many galaxies- what 42 or so? And Maybe things can get only so small, right? Or maybe just so big, right? Who sees these limitations in the universe? Go on, it’s ok, admit it, no one will laugh.

“Well, no one is raising their hands but I am not sure that means anything.

“Assuming that you do think that the world is not flat that the universe is not finite, then maybe you believe that the universe is infinite- not a bad idea, considering. An infinite collection of things.

“There is a physical law- law because it shares so much agreement that to disagree is not only silly but dangerous. I will give it in terms of electricity but you will see it everywhere, even in your horoscope.” Laughter.

“This is Ampere’s law and it says that if you can get a bit of stuff in a space to have any kind of charge, be it positive or negative, then there will be somewhere associated with it an equal charge of opposite polarity.

“This is straight out of the Dao De Jing, you know, Ampere was cribbing.” JW chuckles, the audience laughs.

JW put his finger to his cheek, “Can I say that?” Then “Yes, I can say that.” He said, jabbing the air with that same finger.

“Precept two in the Dao De Jing talks about beauty and to have beauty means to have what is ugly.

“Ok, but infinity means that this universe then contains an uncountable number of things and an endless number of positive and an endless number of negative things, as well as all those things in between, which can allow us to reasonably assume. Well, lets just think about it…

“If all these things don’t cancel each other out, that would make one infinity larger or smaller than the other, right? Countable and finite. But if the universe is infinite, at the end of the day, as I hear my students say all the time, the tally sheet, the sum of all positive and negative, that is, of all things in the universe is and must be equal to zero.

“Infinity is the artist’s idea of balance. Many problems solve if we are able to include everything.

“Do you see? We have a sum.

“The answer is zero. everything and nothing. It is a perfect balance.”

The first paper that JW published after Sara’s death and his attempt to understand what had happened was called, “About Nothing” and it argued that the only perfect balance, the only concept that could possibly contain infinity was absolute nothing itself. Nothing was a perfect balance. And nothing could account for everything. And nothing needed no creator. It was all very simple, nothing was the single answer to everything:

“So it doesn’t matter what you eat or what you love or even what you think because sooner or later, every thing has to be eaten, loved and thought to create the balance, the whole, the infinity that results in nothing. This is your part, don’t be afraid of it and don’t demean it. It is necessary. Every action you take, every motion you make is necessary.

What do I fear? What do I think? What do I know? The universe, an endless collection of reflections.

If nothing is good, then nothing is also evil, making judgement a waste of effort. Fear nothing, think nothing, know nothing.

If a person knows nothing, then everything is his and if nothing is out of reach then so is the meaning of the universe.”

He was surprised at how easily his ideas flowed based upon his simple arithmetic, he was amazed at just how neat it all was. And he knew he was right. But how could he come up with the actual meaning of life that could be expressed so simply? Sara’s death was necessary and so was his reaction to it.

His papers and articles brought him notoriety and trouble. Spoke freely, in class and outside of it. There were calls for his dismissal, some said that his work was not academic, some said it frivolous and egocentric, and there were many that liked it.

The students loved the controversy and readily rallied to his defense, and JW enjoyed this sort of popularity. He found himself surrounded by students asking questions about his theories. Now, instead of studying into the night, he sat in his office or classroom in discussion with his students and an occasional colleague. He was the center of attention.

 

“But now we have this huge something-nothing, right? Oh, ok, it is an infinity so it is bigger than huge but can I say that? Can I say that for this talk? Does anyone have any problem with me saying that? Everyone understands what I mean. Good, good.

“Ok, now we have this really big, this huge thing-nothing, right? What can you do with that? A collection of all things- doesn’t that smack of chaos? No, no, it doesn’t. And I will tell you why,” JW poked the air with his finger beginning to get excited. Recognizing this, he chuckled.

“It is because we, each of us is an unique viewpoint, the intersection of an infinite number of relationships, you, me, here, the position of the sun, the earth, the stars. All of these things make you you and me me. We are the universe as viewed from individual, unique viewpoints.

“Each of us is a unique version of this universe. Does that make sense?

“And we, as human beings, have at least 5 primary bases for our understanding of this universe. To say that another way: we know things about this universe based upon our senses.

“Five senses: taste, smell, touch, audition and sight. Some believe if you can’t taste it, smell it, touch it, hear it or see it, it probably doesn’t exist, right? There you go, there you go, you get a certain amount of agreement on that right? Yes, I can see that the majority of students here agree that if you can’t taste it, smell it, touch it, hear it or see it, maybe it doesn’t exist.” There was some laughter and murmuring of dissent.

“OK, OK, give me a moment here to lay out an argument- there is more, you will see.

“That is because, for most of us, ‘existence’ is defined as something you can taste, smell, touch, hear or see. I suppose the most profound evidence of that is that if I ask someone to describe something that exists but cannot be, heard, felt, tasted, seen or smelled, all I will be asking for is a lot of argument, right?

“Would it be all right if I lump all these senses into the word ‘perceive’- will that be ok?” JW stopped, looked at the group briefly, “Can I get your agreement on that? Good.” Some shouts of agreement and a few scattered voices, saying they didn’t agree and laughter.

“Now, these senses, or bases as a mathematician might call them, each of these senses is independent of the other. Though there may be experiences that appear to combine senses, just as some flavor experiences combine smell and taste, the senses themselves never ever ever mingle. There is no part of sight in taste or hearing or feel or smell, right?  Another way to put that is, can anyone explain any part of what you smell by using your sense of touch?” JW waited for a second for the question to sink it without expecting an answer.

“No, you can’t, no part of smell involves the sense of touch and vice versa, though we may have experiences that involve combinations of senses. So we can saw these two are independent of one another. And it can be argued in the same manner that all the senses are independent of each other.

“Lets take our flavor experience. It is mostly composed of taste, let us say 3/4 is taste and 1/4 is smell, right? If we let taste be the x axis and y be the smell axis we can actually plot a point describing this experience in this two dimensional system. It may not exist at all on any of the other axes, that is sight, aural or whatever.” He spoke quickly to get the words out, hesitated to re-evaluate his position in the outline and then went ahead.

“Well, I make the same argument right here: if something can be defined in terms of our senses, it exists for us- we have coordinates for it. If we cannot find one sense that something has a measure on, then basically that thing doesn’t exist, right? It is like that Boson thing, right? It was all theory until we found a metric for it. When we could identify it as something measurable with our senses, we said it existed.

“But that broaches the question- how did we ever get the idea it was there at all? Can you imagine something that cannot exist? I would be hard put to say so- if it is conceivable, it could exist”

 

Jennie smelled like bread. She was sleeping with her arms around JW’s chest and her legs around his left leg, her hair was everywhere.

JW was awake, dreamy and unwilling to move. What was this feeling? He looks at the part in her hair and her pink scalp and then at the fine blond hair on her deeply tanned arms and then her pale buttocks separated by a gentle valley. Her innocence and simplicity touched him.

He could feel her breathing and watched her body rise and fall ever so slightly.

If only he could absorb her, have her whole in his heart but he could not, he had tried. He could only hold her closer and then not nearly close enough. And that particular agony of separation only made the moment more magnificent.

JW felt wonderful, held her and longed for her at the same time.

 

“OK! These five senses allow us to fix ourselves in this huge chaotic aspic we live in.

“Now we know about the basis of our universe, we know that our experience here is dependent on that basis. Now, what about some of the things we take for granted, that is to say, we believe are real but cannot be measured by these 5 senses.

“We take time and space for granted, that is, we accept both concepts without question even though they were not mentioned as basis functions. Could we add them? They certainly don’t occupy any space in any of the other basis functions we have discussed but the problem is they really don’t define what exists in the physical universe whereas the basis functions do and if we think they do qualify something that exists we have already given it existence because we can measure it with one of the basis functions. They are not independent. Anything defined in time or space, inevitably distorts and loses meaning.

“Time and space may as well be interchangeable expressions for point of view.

“In other words, we suppose them. Oh, I know there are those that will say that time is an axis and we are all traveling on it, but that is because if they can get you to agree, they can control you. More on that in my deep space lecture, if you are interested,” JW chuckles.

 

About a year before that lecture, JW became aware of one of his students.

He became aware of the way she looked, what she wore and where she sat in his classes. He became aware that she was often around the math department, the parking lot and the cafeteria. And he became aware that if he didn’t see her, he looked for her.

Then, one day, she was standing in the door way to his office asking to come in and JW noticed her eyes, so deeply personal he felt her gaze no less than if she had reached out and touched him. Her name was Samantha and she wanted very much for him to be her advisor. She knew how busy he must be with all his projects but it would be such an honor and… JW interrupted her. “Yes, yes, of course,” he said. He had no other students studying with him and would be delighted to work with her.

Now, she spoke when she saw him and they were often together. At the beginning of the following semester, he was able to hire her to work with him in class and on his projects.

Something was happening and JW was very curious.

Logic, he thought, is a prisoner of man’s rule based intellect. Man-made logic does not and has not ever brought about change.

Change is a moment when the incalculable, the impossible happens.

He wanted to know about this, he needed to know about this to fully understand. He knew that it existed and he knew that once passed it is impossible to re-visit, he must not miss it.

But as hard as he looked, he could not see it. It wasn’t in the moments that he stood outside her door listening to the tumblers roll into place as she turned the key in the lock. It wasn’t in the motion of his arm swinging over her head to open the door. It wasn’t in the motion of her body as she turned.

Nor was it in the half-smile on her face as she turned and looked up into his eyes. JW, trembled slightly, exhaled and surrendered, caressing her arms and cheeks with his fingers, smoothing her hair and kissing her lips again and again in total abandonment.

And with every caress, she opened and received him more deeply while holding him more and more tightly, as though he might disappear.

 

JW realized that he had not looked at his audience in some time. He had been re weighing each of his thoughts, using his hands to arrange them in front of him, animate them. He looked up, smiled quickly and put his attention on them, “Can I say, can I take just a moment to say something about sums?” JW asked the audience and paused. There was only silence.

“I am not sure what I want to say because it involves talking about the being and infinity not just any one lifetime.

“I think that where most of us have a problem with this idea of balance is: if there is perfect balance, where is the fairness?

“It exists, as we mathematicians are want to say, in the limit as one approaches or attempts to view the entire collection of things as a whole. Though it may not be immediately perceptible in an individual collection of things called a lifetime, a swath or ensemble cut from the infinite universe called one lifetime. It exists. Be patient. Your existence will be populated with all things.

“But what about those of you interested in the meaning of life, the purpose, the ‘why am I here?’ question. Well it is all involved in point of view and I can make the answer any thing I want and so can you. But I will tell you that it is for the simple process of living that you are here. If you can find a way to make eating, sleeping, laughing and making love enjoyable, please do.”

(This is a chapter, for the complete text please view https://baykitty.com/jw-2/jw/)

After the Show

The air always smelled like Carmel Corn.

Early in the morning, after the last car honked its way out of the parking lots, Tick and Hwy 1 were finally still.

The street lights sizzled, traffic lights switched green, switched yellow, switched red and, occasionally, a night watchman’s dog barked, and there was a cricket.

Saleh’s porcelain white laundromat stared sternly, sleeplessly, lonesomely into the darkness.

Loathsome Uncle Kusmuk’s bar winked off as the bartender closed its door and pulled on his jacket to head home.

In the Garden of Love tattoo parlor, there might still be smoke and loose talk. Cigarettes that hung slackly from lips that could not find the words to call it quits.

The darkness ebbed imperceptibly as the new day rose.

The lost and hungover were still stumbling home, smelling rue in the dim lifting light.

The smell of coffee, somewhere.

By seven, people began to arrive, some unwillingly, almost all hopefully, at work. Tan windbreakers, sunglasses, clean hands broke the ice of the locked doors, wheeled up the awnings, started the motors and jumped on board to start the day again.

LUK Entertainment Opens the Park

Six months later, the big ferris wheel went up, the lights went on and LUK Entertainment opened the first half of the new amusement park.

The Dilmacs and Ortrars were watching, and there were cheers on the streets outside the park as the bright lights opened up a whole new section of the sky.

There were huge ponds of water for kids to play and paddle around in. A giant water slide and an enclosed area of the ocean where supervised snorkeling was allowed.

Dizzy couples, kids and families exited rides giggling and panting.

There were lots of plush and slum concessions that ate nickels, quarters and dollars in exchange for a chance to  win a prize popping a balloon with a pellet gun or dart. Or, go ahead, choose a number and win some money or have your weight and age guessed.

When night came, the excitement and titillation crackled like handfuls of cellophane.

Electricity passed with a simple glance. Lights danced with an accidental touch.

Exhilaration and fun rose and fell with the spinning wheel and screams of exhilaration passed through the park like howling banshees.

A few months later, the combination race track and outdoor concert theater opened, featuring Johnny Cash, June Carter and Chuck Berry, with the Loathsome Uncle Kusmuk himself, along with his new girlfriend, Serena, as M.C. And host on the first night.

The neighborhood was no longer the same.

The Pier

The first major attraction to open on Tick was the Old Fishing Pier. The rundown stringy pier was re-built and re-enforced with concrete and steel. There was a brightly lit sign over the entrance, and there was no entry fee.

But there were places to buy mustardy hot dogs, pickle, lettuce, tomato and onion topped hamburgers, a small clothing store with shirts imprinted with “The Pier in Long Beach”, shorts and fishing accoutrement.

A bait store, called Captain Hook’s, offered a selection of fishing gear, including rods, live bait, hooks and sinkers.

At the very end of the pier was a lookout with telescopes and sun chairs. Behind this, a small stage for live musical performances.

Close by was an excursion business that offered all-day fishing trips. And all long both sides of the pier were places for people to fish, with a special place for the children.

Loathsome Uncle Kusmuk turned the lot where the family grocery had been into a parking lot and there was a brightly lit sign that spanned Tick announcing and recommending the new attraction.

Tick itself was replaced with a broad and pedestrian only promenade. Just beyond the entrance was The Old English Cedar that now had a well lit salon and a neon sign proclaiming Madame Yasdi’s Reading Room.

A short space from there was the small five store strip mall with a newly renovated Aata Bakes that offered ice cream, in addition to her bakery.

There were concessions on both sides of the walkway leading to the pier, including a handwriting analysis booth manned by Orguz’ brother Mehmet.

On the left, between the strip mall and the Old Fishing Pier was a tall wooden fence where the entrance to the still-under-construction amusement park would be.

The Second Visit

Judge Murty wiped his chin self-consciously as he left Orguz’ office. He felt self-conscious, God was watching. He had to do the right thing.

At the city council meeting, the following Monday evening, Judge Murty spoke in favor of LUK Entertainment’s plans for an amusement park in the area.

It would help stimulate the local economy and provide jobs. It could provide a healthy place for families and children to go and have fun together. Others on the council were in agreement. Following a vote, the area was re-zoned for commercial enterprise.

That night, Judge Murty drove home feeling good about himself. Like Christ, the Deliverer, he had become a mediator and found a way for all the parties to work together for the common good.

Robbie the Robot

When Judge Murty got home from the aborted city council meeting, there was a plastic Robbie robot with flashing eyes and moving arms on his door step.

Along with the robot, there was some stale water taffy and a sheaf of photographs in a manila envelope of Hijo’s sister Lisa and a man who looked a lot like Judge Murty.

Pictures of the Mayor

The following week the papers were full of pictures of the mayor of Long Beach photographed with a woman other than his wife on a recent trip to Guadalajara. A defiant mayor denied any wrong doing, he even denied knowing the woman in the pictures.

Regardless, business was not as usual. A representative for the East Side Longos revealed that they had pictures of more city officials.

The city council meeting in which the order of eminent domain was to have been executed was disrupted, then canceled because of interruptions by the press and citizen protestors over the mayor’s photos.