Author: hyattcarter

A Fay-fay-fable-ing by Bā-Bē-bi-bo-bu The day The Giggles came abruptly into townThere was evermore little sadness, hardly a frown,Trailing seismic laughtershocks in their wake,Causing Earth herself to cachinnate and quake,Bringing wonder so awash with wassail and weal,Church bells in steeples would thunder and peal.They come trailing clouds of glorious intimationsMurmurations that wiggle ears and soft… Continue reading The Giggles

O Oeaud’eau-delal’homme avec catarrhequi gratte la guitare sneezesand evens the score with stevensabiding in stone—a lassie—one of yourmona lisas, that old floozy who embracedbrancusi a chap with no salary now framed inthe gallery wheezes: gutturals basso profundo chezpicasso the blind mole featly quilled ere a playerfluffed that line of peri-cles’s undermines thefresco engineered by ionesco… Continue reading WHIRLIGIG

We have mentioned the chiastic form which has been discovered in John’s prologue.There has been increasing agreement that the center of this chiastic form is in v. 12 or 12+13. Gerhard and Ellis find in the prologue the same five-part chiastic structure which they have found throughout the gospel. We shall use their proposed structure… Continue reading John’s Prologue in Quaternary Form

　A No-No Nse-Nse by Bā-bē-bi-bo-bu There once was a lad named Judas SpreeWhose heart was overflowing with glee　His spirits were so high　He thought he could flyAnd he leaped off a cliff for all to see. He glided aloft, tumbled end over end,And so gyred and gamboled on the wind　That birds were amazed　Spectators were dazedAs they… Continue reading Judas Spree

Hyatt Carter Way back in the thirteenth century, over 700 years ago, Zen Master Dōgen expressed an insight that seems a foreshadowing of Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle: When one side is illumined, the other is darkened.* 一方ヲ證スルトキハ。一方ハクラシ。(Ippo o shosuru toki wa, ippo wa kurashi.) This does not entail dualism, nor, in denying dualism, does it imply… Continue reading The Uncertainty Principle: Heisenberg or Dōgen?

　　A No-No Nse-Nse 　　　by Bā-Bē There once was a zany bloke in a long harlequin cloakWhose only gist he daily spoke was a jesting gibberish joke　One morn while rhapsodizing utterly　In sounds so barmy sweet and butterly　That cuckoos swarmed round him flutterly　Leaving him thereafter quite stutterlyFrom this avian absurdity he never awoke And the next day… Continue reading A Zany Bloke in a Harlequin Cloak