In the corner of my eye,
above the relative order
of notepads and CDs,
I can see the sad ruin
of the garden shed,
silent and crumbling
in a nettle bed.
Inside, brambles try
to make their escape,
scratching at windows
that crack and break,
held together in the embrace
of neatly spun cobweb lace.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini Challenge Physics with Björn: Order in Chaos
Björn is our host this weekend and he says that one thing he remembers from his past in physics is how sensitive graduate students were to trends, throwing everything aside to read about something new that everyone was digging into (he got really excited by high temperature superconductivity and cold fusion) which he refers to as ‘trendiness among the nerdiest’! He says that when he started out, the subject a la mode was chaos theory, which he has chosen as the physics prompt for this weekend.
Björn reminds us that chaos theory is really a branch of mathematics that, in reality, means that almost anything can happen. One famous metaphor for this is the butterfly effect. Simply put: there is a certain order in chaos.
He goes on to explain that there are many physical problems that we cannot solve exactly. Detailed prediction is impossible just because of vast complexity. We all know that weather cannot be predicted in detail beyond a certain time. Neither can we predict the path a paper-boat will follow a turbulent stream. Yet we can follow in detail how a hurricane approaches. If we look into a stream, eddies can look quite stable and we can guess a likely path for the paper boat.
Björn has given us a few concepts that we can use for our (new) poems. I have chosen ‘chaos and order’ in a ‘sonnet’ of thirteen lines.
A chaos garden, that shed ruined of intent yet flowering anyway. Loved it.
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Thanks Brendan!
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You could almost be describing my now demolished shed Kim. Invaded inside and out by throttling ivy, the very same ivy became its skeleton, holding it upright, the order in chaos. I was kind of sad to see it go…
Anna :o]
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The contrast is startling between the shed and the order inside… I feel that we need that bit of chaos in our world… I especially love the brambles trying to escape…
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We seem to have more than our fair share of tumbledown sheds – two that we’ve never used. They were inherited from a previous owner.
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One man’s shed is another man’s fertilizer 😉
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We are planning to pull it down some time soon, but it’s attached to next-door’s shed!
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Thus chaos and order are ever found side by side.
(a.k.a. Miranda)
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Wonderful old chaotic shed. Imagine what treasure hides in there.
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😊
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Marvelous ghost story. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Love the interaction between the brambles, the windows and the cobwebs- just ….great.
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Thanks Viv!
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Oh, don’t tear it down, Kim. Chaos of that sort is so comforting, like Mother Nature is keeping house like I do. Love this poem!
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Thank you, Sarah! We’ll have to see what the brambles do. They’ve already broken the windows and the shed is made of wood…
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The ruins resonate throughout in a very clever way
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena!
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You rhyme a gorgeous picture!
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Thank you, Bekkie!
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