Quantum entanglement

Quantum entanglement is a physical phenomenon which occurs when pairs or groups of particles are generated, interact, or share spatial proximity in ways such that the quantum state of each particle cannot be described independently of the state of the other(s), even when the particles are separated by a large distance—instead, a quantum state must be described for the system as a whole.

Given that the statistics of these measurements cannot be replicated by models in which each particle has its own state independent of the other, it appears that one particle of an entangled pair “knows” what measurement has been performed on the other, and with what outcome, even though there is no known means for such information to be communicated between the particles, which at the time of measurement may be separated by arbitrarily large distances.

Such phenomena were the subject of a 1935 paper by Albert Einstein, Boris Podolsky, and Nathan Rosen, and several papers by Erwin Schrödinger shortly thereafter, describing what came to be known as the EPR paradox. Einstein and others considered such behaviour to be impossible, as it violated the local realist view of causality (Einstein referring to it as “spooky action at a distance”).



the SYSTEM as a HOLE


of an entangled PEAR


what measurement has been performed





there is no known means

for such information

to be




Just Spooky Action

at a Distance, some tangled –

yarn in cat’s paw.




Asemic Tarot Cards 5 & 6

Asemic Tarot Cards 5 & 6

a quasi-temporal non-euclidean interpretation of stasis ventilating

Asemic Tarot 5 – Tectonic plates Aczan-Nacht yzr2ca

super^(ᐱᒃ &% }ᐅᒃ

lexicographers allowed oddities and archaisms

tessellations triumphant tectonic trembling tagliatelle tailwind-sloth-song tailoring tabular tabor-tabernacle taboo-tactician-phoneme taciturn tainted tabloidish tannin-tankard tangential #mingish~

nonlinear rack –

contrarian clouds crafted,

demonstrate freedom .

Asemic Tarot 6 – Okhotsk Eye Lashormage-Kuril-Kamcatka

There is sex in that land, and one is always aware of it.

Fore*/$#biddenQ ᐅᒃ`%W

Ocular octopus oracle essential eye fundamentally simulacrum simile mandrel elementalishly funicular function fuddles pond puddle fuchsia fillimentarian gash gellitained lowdown lozenge overall orthographical opium fire optimum obsequiesish safari occluded occupant observation

One only boils fogs-

cafe Latino laundry,

composed lyric ghost

stands in the lane eyeing stars,

white dogs sing to clouded moon.

Asemic Snapshots 29s & 30

Perhaps it is the night time logic, or the whine of the rope getting taut , but the snapshots always look the same to him. They never change. He will attempt to take one more of the scene, just before going to empty the dishwasher.  Emptying the dishwasher does not require as much planning as filling it – it is the question of the knives. The knives bring up so many questions.

carefully framed shots-

foreground fades to horizon –

meaning flaps, recedes.



the mural maps from Lost Lemuria 2

alas Lost Lemuria, that continent at the edge of memory’s ocean – fancies of youth sailing towards adventures unimagined, monsters to be vanquished & knowledge to be earned, tears to be gathered, shadows to be dispersed, yet greenmantle-cloud daisies dance & chant-sing of things lost along the way to certainty – old men pine for what was dropped along the path to independence & weary wisdom’s wandering gaze – see how the maps on these walls are now covered in indecipherable glyphs, the pieces of ideated engraved equations calculating the space between dream & memory, full of implied meaning, echoed in melodious voices rising up from that continent sitting in the depths of those long ago breezes that once brushed a boyish brow – alas Lost Lemuria……


Pan-Pacifica –

ever Mu-Zealandia,

dragon ships flying

towards ancient white mountains,

does the sun’s eye shine there still ?


Carcosa from above

You inhale those vapid vapours from a flower

plucked from the Gardens of Ulthar

remaining heavy in body, the fragile self rises.

Drifting past broken deductions – cloud weary wanderer,

you settle – Carcosa awaits below.

There, The Maiden’s gaze will hold you –

as she sings Cassilda’s Song.

shoggoths slide past mist –

embrace the weeping wizened –

tattered yellow lips.