College: Black Body Poem by Brian Johnston

College: Black Body

Rating: 4.8


I. Imagine a stack
Of razor blades
Bolted together
Polished edges
Forming a blunt mass…
Who would guess the
Blackness of that face?

II. Picture Pandoran box
Harboring atom pulse;
No less a voyeur
The scientist peering
Through revealing keyhole
Finds an interior
Darker than any light.

III. Such an inscrutable blackness
Is called a black body;
Acceptance of its existence
Gave birth to uncertainty
Blurred the determinism
Of an earlier age…
And color returned to God's cheeks.

IV. Though it might not seem worth mentioning,
This dark, absorbing mass when heated
Radiates such bright intensity
That man has yet to find its equal;
Long before black bodies start to burn
All other forms have been destroyed;
Darwin might have seen a truth in this.

Sunday, November 17, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: science
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Brian Johnston
Written during my graduate studies in Physics around 1968.

I love this poem's utilization of images from Physics to illuminate and comment on a real life issue. I think this poem was also motivated by my extreme disappointment in those 'intellectuals' who hide the meaning of their poems in abstract literary references. This seems to me to be a rather extreme form of cultural elitism. These poets are the 'Bullies' on the poetic playground. I hope you, dear reader, will not think me a gang member. See below...

A 'Black Body' is something very different from a 'Black Hole' which is more popular in popular scientific discussions these days. A 'Black Hole' is an immensely huge object usually found at the center of a galaxy. Its gravity is so strong that remote stars millions of light years away are forced to encircle it.

A 'Black Body' however is physical object one can hold in their hands. Stanza's I. & II. in fact describe how you could make your own 'Black Body' out of things found lying around the house.

It's hard to imagine that a stack of razor blades could actually look black but it's true. When the sharp, highly polished edges of the blades are turned toward your eye it actually looks black because all of the light that hits that face is absorbed and cannot reflect back to your eye. So its blackness has nothing to do with color, and everything to do with the absense of light.

It is a little easier to imagine the blackness you see peering into a keyhole of a large chest. No matter how bright the flashlight you use to see what is inside, little light actually comes back out of the keyhole to your eye. It bounces around inside the chest and is again absorbed. It only increases the temperature of the chest.

3rd. Stanza: In Physics the study of 'Black Body' radiation helped to destroy the earlier mechanistic view of the universe which thought that (as crazy as it seems now) that if we knew the position and speed of every atom in the universe we could perfectly predict the future for all time.

The study of 'Black Body' radiation also helped to force Physicists accept a new reality, that it is in fact impossible to know a particle's position if we accurately determine its speed. The opposite is also true. If we accurately know a particles speed, it is impossible to know its position. This research give birth to what is now called 'The Principle of Uncertainty' and so now, instead of seeing the universe as a big mechanical clock that God wound up and then left because he got bored with it, we have a universe where even God perhaps is unsure of what's happening next. Or in the words of my poem, 'And color returned to God's cheeks.' God's creation was no longer a mechanical, predictable monstrosity!

4th Stanza: This last stanza plays off of the word color which is another name of course for 'Non-White People.' The poem then refers back to another property of a 'Black Body' which is that if you heat up a Black Body, it can radiate heat away from itself so efficiently that it will last much longer exposed to intense heat than anything else you might think of. Which brings us to the last line of the poem which suggests, rather humorously I think, that the worse White Society treats People of Color (the more we pack them together like razor blades for example) the more likely they are to evolve beyond us, a kind of social 'survival of the fittest.' Thank you Charles Darwin.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 27 July 2017

this poem and the second line of your Poet's Notes shall now go into August 2017's showcase. i still don't 'get it', but, luckily i DON'T NEED TO GET IT! ! ! bri :) p.s. you haven't called me back. i cry myself to sleep each night, WAITING! ! !

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Bri Edwards 16 April 2017

In Poet's notes: I think lying around the house, not laying, Mr. Gang Member. :) AND doesn't blackness have SOMETHING to do with color? Isn't 'the 'color' caused by the wave lengths of reflected light? So..... I have always held the mechanistic view of the universe! Don't upset my apple cart. The Principle of Uncertainty. I thought that was MY invention after three marriages. Do I HAVE to read the poem now? OK. : ( .................... In stanza 2, doesn't the definition of......; oh, never mind! In your Poet's Notes, which I usually am happy to see after a poem [not sure THIS time], I think you read an awful LOT into stanza 4. I doubt most people, even geniuses [ such as myslf] would ever see what you 'see' in it. But the note is certainly interesting. I liked the poem more than the 'Notes'. The poem was shorter [MUCH]. TO MyPoem List..... for the heck of it. And rate 9.... for the Hell of it. bri :)

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Brian Johnston 18 April 2017

Actually Bri, Black is not a color at all but the absence of light just as white is also not a color but the presence of all colors together at the same time. Ha! So sorry you ware feeling miserly though with your paltry 9. Hope you get over it soon! Ha!

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 26 December 2013

the note makes it a rewarding read. I find the 3rd stanza most interesting. evocative poem indeed.

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Mike Barrett 25 December 2013

Another point of interest we share - astrophysics. I've always been awed by the night sky of this physical universe in which we find ourselves. Love the poem, however it is a creation linked to MEST universes. (The universes of matter, energy, space and time) . From my perspective there are many of these, they simultaneously co-exist and are separated within vibrational bands not unlike electromagnetic bands here in the physical universe. As Soul evolves in eternity it acquires the knowingness of the existence of these bands and the knowledge of switching the tuner. I watched a program the other day on the H2 channel......it was dealing cosmos and the mechanics driving the creation of galaxies, stars, planets, moons, etc. etc. It even touted the efficiency with which black holes convert matter to energy and postulated how some advanced civilizations could tap into that energy source to serve their needs. Bottom line, I love this poem!

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