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Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave,
truly spun from electric charge itself?What, truly, is real?
How can I believe in the reality
of what I see, of your very existence?
You tell me. You insist you exist. Truly.
You are.
You say you are always
separate from me.
How can I believe this?
What separates
light rays from a billion light-years away
from the light you emit? Only time.There is always a distance
between you and me. However slight.
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[* Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.] [This section, 'AI's Reviews,' showcases the fascinating intersection of art and algorithm. As a dedicated space for exploring my literary creations, this is where I enlist the analytical capabilities of a sophisticated AI to provide objective and detailed reviews. Each review aims to dissect the work's themes, structure, language, and emotional impact from a non-human perspective, offering a fresh dimension to literary analysis. Join us as we uncover what an artificial intelligence "sees" in the heart of human creativity.] |
AI's Review on My Poem 'Prisoners of Spacetime!'
"Prisoners of Spacetime!" is a captivating and deeply philosophical poem that extends the dialogue with Kannamma into the profound realms of theoretical physics and existentialism. It masterfully uses the concept of spacetime as a framework to explore human perception, the nature of reality, and our place within the universe.
The poem opens with an immediate sense of intimate wonder, as the speaker marvels at Kannamma's "tender heart" while simultaneously desiring to "fly for a moment" and "rejoice every moment" within spacetime. This establishes a tension between the vast, abstract concept of spacetime and the very personal, emotional human experience. The recurring address to "Kannamma" maintains the poem's signature conversational and heartfelt tone, drawing the reader into this shared intellectual journey.
A significant shift occurs with the introduction of "He," a figure of profound knowledge who asserts the non-existence of separate "time" and "space," proclaiming that "only spacetime is real here, Kannamma." This "He" likely represents a great physicist like Einstein, whose theories fundamentally reshaped our understanding of these concepts. The speaker's amazement at "the peak of his knowledge" and the lingering "movement of the mind" beautifully convey the overwhelming and paradigm-shifting nature of such insights. The repeated questioning to Kannamma ("Have you ever... wondered how he managed to do it?") underscores the collaborative spirit of inquiry.
The poem then transitions into a series of deeply insightful and tender questions that explore the interconnectedness of time and space, personifying them through the speaker and Kannamma: "If you are time, Kannamma, Am I not space? If I am space, Kannamma, Are you not time?" This section is particularly poignant, as it transforms abstract physics into an intimate bond, suggesting that their very relationship embodies the intertwined nature of spacetime. The powerful rhetorical question, "Are we not spacetime, Kannamma!" serves as a climax for this idea.
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I am a seeker of existence, deeply passionate about exploring it through science. I find immense joy in getting lost in the cosmic wonders surrounding us, especially the night sky dotted with stars. The vast expanse of the night sky, with its visible stars, planets, moons, and shooting stars, excites my mind and provokes thoughts about existence.
In this regard, Albert Einstein's theories of relativity have had a significant impact and influence on me. His relativistic philosophies concerning space, time, and gravity not only transformed the field of science but also, I would say, the philosophical realm of existence. The term "spacetime" is particularly special; it is a phrase that expands one's thought.
The impact of philosophical and scientific thoughts about existence on me culminated in 'Spacetime - Kannamma Poems'. The poems here are the poet conversing about spacetime with his beloved, whom he addresses as Kannamma. Kannamma is an imaginary, platonic female friend with whom the poet converses about spacetime and human existence.
1. Who Painted the Four-Dimensional Picture Here, Kannamma!
[*This English translation from Tamil and editing are done by Google AI Studio and V.N.Giirtharan]
Vast expanding space!
Who painted the four-dimensional picture here,
Kannamma!
Tell me,
My Kannamma!
Are there higher-dimensional paintings,
Kannamma!
Tell me,
My Kannamma!
[*This English translation from Tamil and editing are done by Google AI Studio and V.N.Giirtharan.. Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]
Thought and Lightning!
I looked through the window; the whole world
Slept deeply in the dead of night,
As the sky trembled, and the whole earth shook,
A thunderclap struck, breaking the silence!
Suddenly, as if the sky had burst, a heavy downpour
Began. With a 'Herrr'ing roar,
The great wind howled like a fox and thrashed.
Was this a hurricane, a ghostly wind that could fell a man,
A cyclone come to destroy the world,
The wind of an endless cosmic deluge?
The two window doors rattled and clattered.
Like a vast ocean storm, the world was in turmoil at that moment;
Then in the sky,
A searing lightning bolt, bringing a lamp of light to the dying world,
Appeared for a moment.
Like a magnificent celestial maiden dancing to the rhythm of thunder,
The lightning appeared and vanished; waves of thought
Arose, what is the action of this bright lightning?
Life is but a moment; is even a moment truly there?
Death and birth are contained in that moment, are they not?
It is no new news that the 'poor lightning', on its birthbed,
Sees its death and writhes before it dies;
In that news, the light I see
Ignites and creates brilliance, then
Disappears; in its brief moment of life,
It seeks and performs a service for the world!
Service is its breath; when it loses that service,
Its soul departs and merges with the vast sky!
Oh, how the lightning captivated me with its beauty.
Lightning tells a message to the people of the earth.
To illuminate the whole world in its brief moment of life,
It strives daily, a good deed.
Thus, I fell deep into thought.
A great thunder roared, shaking my mind; I
Came to this world; will this world find
Any benefit, even a little, from my thoughts? -
This is an early poem by the scholar and writer A. N. Kandasamy. It was published in Eezhakesari.
Winter is fast approaching.
I have lived many years in Canada.
Yet, my hatred for this season
has not lessened in the slightest.
As always, when memories of winter
come rushing in, they bring along
the snow, the frost, and the ice.
Thoughts of how I will cope with them
this time spread throughout my mind.
Many times, I have tried—
hoping at least this year
I might sign a treaty of friendship
with winter, and live in peace.
* (Illustration – AI. Kuruman Kaadu was once a small village in Vavuniya, Sri Lanka. Today, it has become a town.)
The Kuruman Kaadu I hold in memory
is not the one that exists today.
It now seems like a dream world.
At times, I even wonder—
did it really exist?
But alongside that doubt,
I also feel—
there's no need for such questions.
Whether it existed or not
is not important to me.
The memories of it
still stir within my feelings.
Those are what matter.
English Translation from Tamil
The Modern Vikramadityan!
Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?
Each time, without fail,
Your laughter has become your craft.
Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?
Every time, it is the same—
Whether it is the laughter spreading
Across the vast expanse,
Or the illusions you create,
Or your intricate tales of cunning,
None of it is new to me.
Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?
In the layered skies of the night,
Your daring laughter echoes.
Every night, as I watch,
In the glow of the stars,
And in their strength,
I feel your presence.
Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?
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Prisoners of Spacetime!
Between spacetime, Kannamma, I
Wonder at your tender heart.
Between spacetime, Kannamma,
I wish to fly for a moment.
In the contemplation of spacetime, Kannamma,
I wish to rejoice every moment.
Transcending the environment, Kannamma, like him,
I wish to think.
He said there is no such thing as time, Kannamma.
And space is similar, Kannamma.
He said only spacetime is real here, Kannamma.
I am amazed, Kannamma, by the peak of his knowledge.
The movement of the mind is not yet over.
Have you ever, Kannamma, wondered
How he managed to do it?
I wonder always, Kannamma.
I am always marveling, Kannamma.
Memory birds Circle around you;
I lose myself watching their flight.
The strength of your love takes hold of me,
And though I falter,
I become a bee sipping nectar
From the sweetness of your love.
That is all I need.
Memory birds Circle around you;
I lose myself watching their flight.
English translation of the Tamil song written by V.N.Giritharan:
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Song: The Great Tree That Doesn't Wither in Life's Storm by V.N.Giritharan:
I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.
Life is a vast river full of whirlpools.
In the swirling heart, I will stand firm.
What’s the use of breaking down?
What’s the benefit of falling, swept away?
I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.
As long as I live, I will create joy.
If a great obstacle arises, I will face it.
I will not retreat to the sidelines.
I will confront it. I will swim against the current and keep moving forward.
I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.
We only live once here.
In our life, let’s realize the good.
I won’t be shaken by mirages.
I will recognize the illusion and keep walking.
I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.
Relentless effort is the only necessity.
That alone is the solid foundation for growth.
I will journey with this truth in my heart.
A time of great prosperity is sure to greet me.
I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.
- Recently, Ontario's Minister of Infrastructure, Kinga Surma, abruptly closed the Ontario Science Centre without any prior notice due to the condition of the roof. This poem reflects the impact of that closure. -
You are not just a land mark.
You are not just an architectural marvel.
You are an experience intertwined
With the lives of the people,
You are an emotional mosaic.
You have been a mentor to us.
You have been a friend to us.
You have been a magician showing us wonders.
You have been an artist bringing us joy.
You are the cool breeze
In the heat-emitting concrete jungle.
Ah! This soft breeze,
the sweet scent carried by the breeze
of beautiful flowers,
Sky larks' joyful songs and flights
from the green fields,
Ah! Ah! Ah!
How sweet!
How sweet!
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