Tuesday, November 01, 2016

From Nothing By Daniel Tobin






From Nothing
By Daniel Tobin
Four Way Books
New York, NY
ISBN: 978-1-935536-69-7
39 Pages

Review by Dennis Daly

Melding together physics, mysticism, and mathematics, Daniel Tobin, in his epic paean to Jesuit priest and scientist Georges Lemaitre entitled From Nothing, creates and choreographs a twentieth century re-conjured world of cosmological wonder and Dantean horror. He conveys his tale to us in extraordinary lines of narrative poetry.  Tobin’s writing explodes onto the page with white-hot intensity, its numinous words and birthing suns expanding and cooling first into elegance and then into a compassionate understanding of our human condition.

Tobin’s subject, Lemaitre, just for his acquaintances and geographic address, deserves substantial intrinsic interest.  A friend of Albert Einstein, Lemaitre visited with him often after Einstein had fled Germany for the temporary sanctuary of Belgium.

No stranger to savagery, Lemaitre fought in the trenches during the First World War and was awarded the Croix de Guerre. Lemaitre remained in Belgium up until and through the 1940s and the Jewish holocaust. He witnessed the horrors first-hand and was himself questioned by the Nazis because of his friendships with multiple Jewish scientists.

In his work Lemaitre anticipated and solved many of the problems inherent in Einstein’s physics. He disagreed with Einstein on issues of quantum mechanics and his insights were later proved correct. He also developed the theory of cosmology that became known as the “Big Bang.”

Though writing mostly in the third person, Tobin occasionally speaks in the voices of preeminent scientists of the time such as Lemaitre himself, astronomer Edwin Hubble, Robert Oppenheimer, and George Gamow. The technique works wonderfully by infusing emotion, humor, and, generally, other points of view into the text.

A consideration of Lemaitre’s deeply felt faith and his scientific persona opens this collection of distinct, yet intrinsically connected, poems. In this piece entitled (Fountain) Tobin expounds on the attraction between matter and anti-matter before ending his argument with Lemaitre’s own words,

… your physics and your faith,
the divergent roads with their singular horizon

where the radius of space converges into zero,
where what was, is, will be waxes without boundary
into seed and sand grain, a Cepheid luster of eyes—

news of the minor signature keyed from everywhere,
the primal radiation, omnipresent, the prodigal
wave arriving from its Now that has no yesterday,

the proof of your calculus, the tour of the expanse:
“The evolution of the universe might be compared
to a display of fireworks that has just ended,

some few red wisps, ashes, and smoke. So we stand
on a well-cooled cinder to see the fading of suns,
to glimpse a vanished brilliance, the origin of worlds.”

At the Battle of Yser Lemaitre details a chemical gas attack and pivots from realty into a work of art. The poem, (De Rerum), is spoken, amidst the spattering of machine guns, in Lemaitre’s voice. Here’s the heart of the piece,

Why is it, O my Precious Christ, we do this to each other,
crouching in transverse, trench, the barbed, deadlocked lines,
who might have joined like harvesters among hedge and fold?

A hiss, and from enemy dug-outs the strange cloud curls
in waves, grayish, yellow to green, darkest at the bottom.
And I know we are in a biblical plague, the men fumbling

for bits of flannel, cotton pads, the gassed in spasm, clawing
at their throats, their eyes, vomiting, crawling off to die—
the way the forsaken do in Bruegel’s The Triumph of Death,   

its black plumes of smoke and burning cities, its scythes
and armies, skeletal, their coffin lid shields, the slit throats,
wagonloads of skulls, that dog nibbling a dead child’s face.

At his most provocative Tobin summons up Pope Pius XII, the mystic and Vicar of Christ, loathed by Adolf Hitler, obsessed with apparitions in Fatima, and utterly alone in his bureaucracy. He had ordered his churches to save individual Jews by hiding them and issuing phony baptismal records. He broadcasted veiled condemnations of the Nazis. He seemed to mean well, but yet…. The poet, speaking of the audience Lemaitre had with the Pope, concludes the piece this way,

… his silence at the roundups

near Vatican walls: culpability caught by hindsight,
the encyclical denouncing hate shelved for diplomacy.
In the photograph you look up at him, your pontiff,

as he welcomes you. Obedient, open, to his throne.
And had he donned the yellow star? History’s “What if.”

Using the famous double-slit thought experiment as a metaphor in his poem (Aperture), Tobin plots out the possibilities and paths of science, as well as Lemaitre’s mystical hope for religious salvation. In the experiment that charts “wave theory,” particle photons, when shot through a slit screen, seem to know where to go; they have a kind of consciousness. Does probability theory indubitably lead to an invisible world? The poet explains,

--“ Infinity is such an artistic creation, all symmetry
And elegance, but your method smacks of metaphysics,
Lifeless life, and the Bible is not a textbook of science.

If relativity theory had been necessary to salvation
it would have been revealed to St. Paul or Moses.
Still, the deeper we penetrate the universal mystery

The more we will find one law and one goodness.”

Lemaitre envisions cosmic microwave background radiation (CMB) in Tobin’s poem entitled Canto. His predictions were validated shortly before he died by Arno Penzias and James Wilson. The poet begins his piece by quoting St Augustine,

Is it motion itself that makes the day? Or is it the time
taken in the motion? Or is it both? The saint asked,
searchingly— Deus creator omnium: the measure

of mind made by the Maker of minds, and time
come to existence only observable as time, phase
transition to the radio spectrum, pre-recombinant,

the primordial light unchanged from the initial
sea of light, a television hiss homing everywhere,
mysterious, incessant…

Tobin has dared mightily with this multi-faceted book of cosmological wonders and soaring divination.  The degree of his rarefied achievement startles beyond mere artistic credence. Bravo.

3 comments:

  1. Edward Maliszewski7:42 AM

    Poetry vs Science :
    Polish poet Juliusz Słowacki [1809-1849] wrote between 1843/4-1846? a mystical prose poem entitled “Genesis from the Spirit” published in 1871. If we reduce the mystical parts of the poem to a minimum and leave only the purely « objective » parts, we arrive at his poetic description of the “Big Bang” :

    “…The Spirit… turned one point… of invisible space into a flash of Magnetic-Attractive Forces. And these turned into electric and lightning bolds – And they warmed up in the Spirit… You, Lord, forced him… to flash with destructive fire… You turned the Spirit… into a ball of fire and hung him on the abysses… And here… a circle spirits… he grabbed one handful of globes and swirled them around like a fiery rainbow… “
    This is how poetic intuition could anticipate the scientific discoveries…

    (see : https://www.salon24.pl/u/edalward/1334289,big-bang-according-to-the-19th-century-polish-poet-j-slowacki )

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  2. Anonymous10:37 AM

    Juliusz Słowacki [1809-1849] became more noticed around the world in 1978, when Pole John Paul II became pope. It was then recalled that the poet had written (in 1848) another very surprising, visionary poem which speaks of the arrival of a ‘Slavic Pope’ who would be a sort of prophet of modern times . This poem had a very important and lasting impression not only on a multitude of believers, but also on the entire Polish society and beyond. For them, this poem was another argument that John Paul II is the authentic, true messenger of heaven. That the Pope's advice and instructions were in line with God's will… And John Paul II (who was also a poet himself ) consciously used it to increase his influence. So the poet’s idea of ​​the “Slavic Pope” played an exceptional role even at the political level. John Paul II used it to trigger a whole avalanche of great events: the creation of the first free trade union “Solidarność” in the Eastern bloc,
    the overthrow of the communist dictatorship, in Poland and then in other countries of the Eastern bloc, and finally the fall of the Berlin Wall. Does anyone know a better example of the power of poetry in the real life? Some even assume that Słowacki's poem became the basis of the "program" of the pontificate of St. John Paul II. This is the beginning of the poem :
    “In the midst of all the disagreements, Lord God rings A huge bell,
    For the Slavic, here is the pope He opened the throne.
    For this Slavic Pope, he won't escape Like this Italian,
    He will fight boldly, like God, with swords; The world is dust to him!
    His face, is beaming in a word, A lamp to the servants, The rising tribes will follow him
    Into the light, where God is. For his sake and order Not only the people If he commands,
    the sun will come to a stop, Because power is a miracle!...”

    (see: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/papie%C5%BC-s%C5%82owia%C5%84ski-slavic-pope.html-0 )

    Best regards,
    Edward Maliszewski

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  3. Anonymous4:06 AM

    How is it possible that a writer, poet or mystic is sometimes able to predict the future or explain the secrets of nature better, faster than scientists ? How to explain this God-given talent ? It has been a topic that has occupied the attention of great minds for centuries…

    Polish poet Stanisław Wyspiański [1869-1907] explains it like this:

    “I have this gift: I see things in a different way. Not like you, who do not educate your eyes, for whom God has created clichés and stereotypes, You, who, impressed by my art, call me a "prophet" and subject me to schoolboy questions, So I took the liberty of taking a mental journey - incognito and somewhere off the beaten track, And suddenly I found myself with my old comrade Muse - and for her, there are no secrets, obscurities, or darkness, as true talent ignores any doubts. And it doesn't matter whether or not the Academies will recognize the importance of my investigations and the details of my research and award me bonuses or medals.… I do not regard knowledge as something so special, as such an unusual thing that would walk on two stilts. Art is of the mind, it can't be manufactured, it is created, and once created by the mind, it is a certainty. That's why I consider my scientific thoughts to be as good as those of people with scientific degrees, and that's why I think that anyone to whom God has given a home, that is, someone who has a good head on his shoulders and gets everything out of his head, it's easy for him to do without many advisors…” / S. Wyspiański NOTY DO "BOLESŁAWA ŚMIAŁEGO"
    (S.Wyspiański was also a very interesting painter, see: https://elhurgador.blogspot.com/2018/06/stanisaw-wyspianski-pintura-dibujo.html )

    Don't hesitate to improve this translation (English is not my native language). Thank you very much in advance!

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