Inspired by a recent (September 2012) research trip to Orkney (funded by Newcastle University), I am juxtaposing natural, island ephemera – objects/things like shells, tides and bones – with the specific man-made standing stones, boat parts and hydrokinetic engineering devices currently being developed in Orkney.
The Standings is one poet’s response to the natural and man-made ephemera co-existing in the Orcadian landscape. The writing/imagery exposes and explores, for example: a delicate razor shell washing up on the shore close to where a fleet of German U-boats lie on the seabed; or a hipbone of an animal falling from a cliff side and coming to rest close to marine grade aluminium.
Prehistoric standing stones were once the pinnacle of humanity’s technological capabilities – the hydrokinetic engineering of their day. The stones are still in situ and with The Standings, I reimagine the seashore/island ephemera in new contexts and from near/far perspectives in the photography. The objects standing in the landscape tell geographically distinct stories and unearth a more personal narrative of a family member lost to the sea.
A cleat, a bone, a razor shell
the wound worn raw by years of swell.
Wait for the wind drop, for the wing
tips of waves that break over decks and doorframes
deep down, in Scapa Bay. I heard him then –
my grandfather – he who sailed another sea, in a metal ship,
the rope still in his hand tied now to my rib.
I lift my arm and pull, feel the wind through fingers
and the voices once laid quiet skim my palm,
all the faces, softer now, but still with their tells:
moving closer then falling away,
moving closer then fallen away.
The rudder of cloud,
the ventral fin that skirts the hillside,
the ways in which water will move
with heavy skies and hidden silt lines.
What we have must be
if we are to remain and thrive.
The Poetry Experiment
In this project over a 6-month period scientists from across disciplines were ‘paired’ with poets. These couples spent time discussing each other’s methodologies and creative practice and the main aim of the project was to facilitate creative dialogue and provide fresh new vistas from which participants could view their own work and the wider collaborative, cross-discipline terrain.
I was paired with a particle physicist and we talked a lot about formulas, rules, scientific assumptions and physical laws. My partner worked in the area of particle flow and introduced me to the Navier-Stokes equations. When he contextualised these complex calculations I could understand something of them. However, away from the creative pairing, I have to respond as a poet.
It is interesting to note that this is one of my most popular art/science poems. Both scientists and other poets seem to respond well to it and I am still amazed to have written about such an important and complex equation.
In physics, the Navier–Stokes equations, named after Claude-Louis Navier and George Gabriel Stokes, describe the motion of fluid substances. These equations arise from applying Newton’s second law to fluid motion, together with the assumption that the fluid stress is the sum of a diffusing viscous term (proportional to the gradient of velocity) and a pressure term.
The equations are important because they describe the physics of many things of academic and economic interest. They may be used to model the weather, ocean currents, water flow in a pipe and airflow around a wing. The Navier–Stokes equations in their full and simplified forms help with the design of aircraft and cars, the study of blood flow, the design of power stations, the analysis of pollution, and many other things.
the spokes in the rim of the equation
polish your parentheses
and predict the fluid flow
the endless drift of silt through sea
make it rain more, if you can
God’s not a man
God’s not an equation, or a Caucasian
God’s a coffee table with a broken leg
put something down on it and you’ll know
at the tide’s turn look for clues
the new E=MC² buried in the sand
hold out your hand, behold the beauty
of its span and the particles as they flow
around it and know the immensity
of space is dark and all around us
beyond the canvas of our sky