The word today is 'INFUNDIBULUM': webster-dictionary
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"Where are we, Spock?"
ReplyDelete"We're in the central cavity in the Ctenophora, Captain"
"Can you say that again, in one word please, Spock"
"Infundibulum, Captain"
"In the what?"
"Gastric sac, Captain. Also known as 'stomach'"
"Oh, you mean it's time for lunch, Spock?"
"No, Captain. We ARE lunch".
THE TITANIC SIRENS
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THE CHRONO-SYNCLASTIC INFUNDIBULUM
Somewhere on a spiral in space between
our Sun and Betelgeuse, a man and his
dog wash up as wave phenomena, now
on this planet now that, shipwrecked as it
were, though briefly. Seemingly there, but just
projected as a probability.
They are caught in a chrono-synclastic
infundibulum, a place where all truths
are reconciled, all interpretations
of the real (even those that profundly
contradict one another) are equal.
In this state, the man chooses to create
a religion that posits a creator-
god indifferent to his creation.
(Apologies to Kurt Vonnegut Jr 1922-2007, author of *The Sirens of Titan*)
infundibulum
ReplyDeleteI think I shall never see, old chum.
A poet as lovely as an infundibulum
A bridge between organs interne
Joined as one for time eterne;
A funnel that God for a reason
To function until it’s three hundredth season;
Messages sent back forth in succession
Faster than Washington’s enemies Hessian;
On such flimsy tissues of humanity
Less talented the Soleil’s Zumanity
But what am I besotted by rum
Writing poems about an infundibulum
(With no apologies to Joyce Kilmer)