As every year since 1993, LeadingAge Oregon is holding a Creative Writing Contest. Cedar Sinai Park residents participate in great numbers. Winners will be announced publicly on February 28; up to 50 top-rated pieces will also be published in “Reflections: A Collection of Writing and Poetry by Oregon’s Elders.”
We have received notification that the following entries by RSM residents were selected as winners:
- “Uncle Izzy” by Sam Berry
- “Friday, December 14, 2012” by Florence Blitch
- “Waiting” by Diane Budner
- “A Mother” by Alice Cahana
- “Haunted” by Evelyn Hirsch
- “Mother Tulip’s Chant” by Martha M. Pomeranz
- “Sonnet” by Robert S. Putterman
Here’s the fourth of 13 submissions we’ll be reprinting here (with permission from their authors).
“A Physicist Confesses (a quantum physics poetic paradox)” by Murray Kaufman
It seems like ages ago, but it was only yesterday,
That under great duress, I must confess
I had my biggest failure:
my mathematical construct-
the quantum physics paradox
where an atom is conceived as both a
particle and a wave-
did not secure a rave,
because that ornery atom did not behave,
and I could not resolve his contradiction-
I was accused of lapsing into fiction-
when my mind became chaotic
this was ironic; for the atoms that were me
began to dissolve into
dancing strings of particles
that fluttered on wings
pretending they were kings!-and went into their
magic act, and viola,
they flowed as wine, and thought they would shine
as waves of light-
and what a sight!-
but not to be outdone,
they switched back into
particles and joined the fun!
and that’s when I had the illusion
that I fell, landing, I think, in
a philosophical hell,
where I humbly learned it is
not enough to think like a cunning fox
when you’re lost in this quantum box,
for physics, at its best,
provides this nightmare of elation and
hope, as you chase Einsteinian elegant
universe to no avail,
but for now all’s discombobulation and
dissonance, and alas, perhaps it’s best,
that for the physicist there is no mental rest,
for the world of physics has a mysterious
unfathomable beauty and the ultimate test is-
yes, to find it, and make the atom act
reasonable: do you want to be a particle or a wave?
alas, I expect no answer, so we physicists must
start over again, keeping the chutzpah-and the burning
hunger to discover, but perhaps,
without the arrogance.