Seeing More By Seeing Less Darnell was watching the sky through two straws skewed and wavering in different directions as if he were a predatory insect looking for another to kill and eat head first, then suck out the tasty fluids until what remained was a husk. Something to toss aside. If Darnell weren't an astrophysicist, if I didn't know that he was someone who used math to see how the cosmos came to be, would I, like other customers outside the CookOut waiting for our orders to be shouted, think Darnell in his Tardis Tee "I'm bigger on the inside" —he was big to begin with— had escaped from supervision of some sort? There was pity in their kind eyes. Not that he could see that through his two straws. Misplaced pity was extraneous data. Toss it out. It clouds. It confuses. Real insights demand that we ignore the noises that confound bits of meaning we extract from mysteries. The next mystery for Darnell would be two straws moved from his eyes to his near solid Cheerwine Float, the variety of sounds made as he draws the heavy thickness toward his mouth, the loud slow gurgle, the collapse of surface tension, as if by sweet leaving something new could be created, like a space where stars are born.
On Reading an Article in Science: “How writing haiku has made me a better scientist” If I wrote haiku, would I do better at what I'm supposed to do? Would I have insight into molecules and rules for making new tools? Understand nature as beyond Occam's razor? Nothing so simple as syllable count to get at complexity with dexterity. But when it comes to Sciku and indirection I merely achieve a higher level of imperfect perplexion over one red leaf on the pond's surface. A dragonfly and beneath a fish-dark shadow.
In 2019, a manuscript of Paul Jones’ poems crashed into the moon. His book is Something Wonderful, (Redhawk Publishing, 2021) which includes “Ode to Very Small Devices.” In 2021, Jones was inducted into the North Carolina State Computer Science Hall of Fame. He has published poems in Poetry, Tar River Poetry, Hudson Review, North Carolina Literary Review, and here in Indelible as well as in The Best American Erotic Poems: 1800 – Present (Scribner, 2008).