Quantum Signal Pull Up Strings Entangled in Sirius

Zen-Art, Samij Datta, 2012

Quantum Signal Pull Up Strings Entangled in Sirius


As spring neared the end of its season

The flowers whispered the wind their wordless Alblackica hymns

Soleil levant, Homer and pages of history chanting time honoured songs

The wheel is a cycle of the supermind, from ‘it ‘to ‘that’

Super active supra-physical stem is the literary stylus of consciousness-poetry

Rhythms break rhythms crows fly where the sun is not dead

At last resurrection came from chrysanthemum pots and the jack-rose wisdom-tree

Letters are poetic anagrams of the non-linux macro-ether mind-gap

To Higgs Boson is Higgs Boson answering

To what demand curve do we feed the need-analysis of a populace?

And statistically survey the supply with analysis and future program?

Economics of the homosapiens is just Freud minus walking sticks and glasses across Hermitian space trajectory of libidinal desires

An equation with zero is always zero and never one

Alblackica is Alblackica is Alblackica

Time is time on time to time

Space as space is de-macro-space of hyperspace

Rivers are oceans when the wind talks to the seagulls across the gulf of the Brihaman cause

Light is shining from Sirius A B edible and subtle homepages of obias occupying zelin-84.TN.

– Joy Roy Choudhury


The Supreme Supra-Quantum Potential of the High Mind of Reason is a Non-Dimensional Irrational Intelligence of Trectom-Neotin in the Slow-Fin-Fish of Imagination

PRIMA MATRA Artwork, Samij Datta 2012

The Supreme Supra-Quantum Potential of the High Mind of Reason is a Non-Dimensional Irrational Intelligence of Trectom-Neotin in the Slow-Fin-Fish of Imagination


All life is yoga perfected by the will, by the back-formations and back-reactions in a superquantum field grid with a high-potential; when da Vinci says ‘bird is an instrument working according to mathematical law’ he means the superfluidity of transitional space curve structure projected into the mind by the hypothesis of macrospace of many worlds; within space the coordinates of space also change as the observer finds non-locality in multi partitional-optical Lie sphere geometry as the states of consciousness migrate into higher planes with time diegesis; when matter communicates with energy to bend as with space-curvatures in a 4 dimensional space-time geometry then we know that every face of Monalisa reconstitutes a mathematical vector-bird diagram on a horizontal space with algebraic formulations Time Square = M + N (The Alpha-Sovereign Grey Hound Lines Transformed the Ancient-Cloud Technology into the Time-Square of the Vitruvian Man) M the formal historical drawing, and N its evolving state reached in Time = T; Time is the temple of the vector-bird Monalisa, half-lines show the metamorphosis of the morphology of being on a classic ontological consciousness-platform that starts the Gita of habit by the value add-ons of knowledge via karma line 6 to 7 based on love soluble with a high coefficient at a low temperature; rest/motion per habit in giga-electrospace is bird-bird-bird-flying and freedom; formalisation of painting is a way to escape from dreams and coming back to reality from future black holes of Alblackica; reason is a monomer on a hypotonic solution that solubilises the gecra-imaginative faculty class with symmetric asymmetric non-local intelligence-bond; Eragman in Krishna is the solar-holocaust in Alblackica to maintain others stars balance the super-quantum-aquantum potential for the orbital high density fluids to pass through the macrotubules of the hyper-electro-space; the blue is the crystallization of red in white quartz transposed in helium on argentine atoms; the yellow bird sits in the trees, is waiting for the spring to camouflage it otherwise she will think sun has come down from heaven on the berry leaves and the garden, the sky was her mirror and the moon her silver comb that made her look like a bird that can fly; flying is still an ancient art, the artefacts from the stars are buried in some place, the Argonauts called her the fleece of the golden light; Krishna was Krishna in hyper-solid space as back-reactions of the matter-moun-tree-curve in a relative quantum field.

To me life is a back-reaction of new matter and energy on pi-pi mind-curve

Existence is retro-space dance on bliss

Leaves are semi-solid gunctions capable of holding rain drops

The sun is flat as seen through the pores of the x-chromosomes

Wave-function is active on amorphous nights after diffusion of lights

Darkness is light on Krishna-Kali matter-mind adverbs the Cauvery is flowing into the Ganges of Nile

With every light the darkness disappears into the heart of empty-lions bathing in the sea

Tyger on tyger is tyger-eye in the dark half-moon light climbing the stairs of conscious qualia

Yoga of life is time-square on e-curve prima matra of laser helio-madeb

Quarks: up down bottom top strange and charm

The baryons and mesons of the composites are better on the run

Brahman is bonimxot, crazy lazy-rabbit-fur-infinity!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Observations made by my friend, Physicist Nilanjan Chatterjee:

Since David Bohm said Physics is Triangulation of Light, Matter & Meaning, he finds by gematria: MEANINGLIGHT =63 + 56 =119 = SUPERMIND= NEWMATTER = PiPiGHOST!

He observes, Light not only has energy but has ‘Meaning’ too! What is the meaning of ‘Sunlight’?

Possibly and probably the answer lies with Laser-Helio Madeb in Alblackica Space-Ships.

The Whereabouts of Time in Schrodinger’s Cat Box While Quantum Jumping through the Mirror of Sylvia Plath

Quantum Jumping, Samij Datta, 2012

The Whereabouts of Time in Schrodinger’s Cat Box While Quantum Jumping through the Mirror of Sylvia Plath

Void or Sunyata is LIVE SPACE – it contains everything (it has dimensions of consciousness)

The Universe moves in the Mind represented by the MIRROR (it has no color but reflects all colors!)

The good old mirror has no preconceptions; Sylvia said it’s ‘not cruel, only truthful- the eye of a little god, four-corned’; both mirror and Sylvia are 6 lettered hexagrams sharing their consciousness through the focal point of intersecting universes, their holograms are transcribed in self-reflecting verses that waves counter when they jump in the quantum world with particles in a linear non-linear dynamic converse. The red shoes are walking on Sahara like the rhyme of the ancient mariner, their feathers are the long-lost wings of some buried spaceships in the desert; the albatross was a giant star from which the cave-mountain-volcano erupted like Vesuvius; today the dead log is the mask of tribes who felt the sun was a flower and the moon the muse to the lyre of Orpheus; the mirror is the self of other selves anonymous and strange in the flowing beauty of lake Titicaca; the sea was the orgy of Clytemnestra in some Epicurean epic, the tribes are not baffled by the complexity of life they know the sands are not the oasis in some distant dreams but they are red like splinters of charcoal under the flagella of Orion, Arcturus or Betelgeuse.

Many forms are formed in the sky like the emu and the night is a paradise full of shapes interacting within shapes as mind does with matter reflected in the myriad mirrors that lie before us on the road or elsewhere on the wall, and, each sign is a double-helix network that holds the transcript of human evolution from metal/plant life to the Superman/Supermind.

The journey is a writing pad that chronicles each step and narrates the past in the light of the future to show the present what it needs to mean so man may discover all that’s in him already and much more beyond.

Many-Interacting Worlds’ theory may even create the extraordinary possibility of testing for the existence of other worlds.The beauty of our approach is that if there is just one world, our theory reduces to Newtonian mechanics, while if there is a gigantic number of worlds it reproduces quantum mechanics,The beauty of our approach is that if there is just one world, our theory reduces to Newtonian mechanics, while if there is a gigantic number of worlds it reproduces quantum mechanics, In between it predicts something new that is neither Newton’s theory nor quantum theory’ – Dr Michael Hall, Griffith Centre of Quantum Dynamics

Rivers are the eye of the mirror

Incandescent light falls on her wings

She was Albatross and a giant star

A blue-bell fire kindled in the Arabian winds

A sun as alabaster in the heart of Rome

Smooth as the mammoth, the tusk beneath the ice

Quantum jumping where diagonals interspace

Consciousness is the cardiogram of the entire-creation-entire

Non-local diagrams are working in space

Revit rua retat tak grivam

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref Poem:  ‘Not cruel, only truthful- the eye of a little god, four-corned’- Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mirror’

Why do Numbers Disappear in the Wormholes? The Conscious Qualia in the Memory of PI-Day and Einstein’s Alblackica Birthday

PI-Day Art II, Samij Datta, 2012

Why do Numbers Disappear in the Wormholes? In the Memory of PI-Day and Einstein’s Birthday, 14th March 2012


Why do numbers disappear in the wormholes, minds disappear running into the heart of Alblackica the wave function is a retro-causality of the pi via the vambin-clock of Einstein; to theta is theta the cosine articulation of Blakean premise in the Book of Thel: “Does the Eagle know what is in the pit,

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod,

Or Love in a golden bowl?”

Love can be put on the golden bowl if the consciousness PI carries the relative dynamic yuvik system of the dromos dero into the sunny-side up of Alblackica; Yuwaziya was once the king of ancient France who carried the crow-fabled stick of hypnotic spells to bring enlightenment of evolution into the decra-cubic space of the polymerase;

Red-Waziz Izwa in the hour of the mountain-ride saw Moses of Ten Commandments captaining the ship into multiverses beyond; where is he going again through the dark hole into the lambine light of the bright star-shaped fields; merry were the days looking into the sun hymning with the lamb and the tyger, Jacob Boehme once told Pythagoras about the fire-mystery and the free-will gift in from future to the past through the many transfusions of time to reach night of 14th March.

Reminiscing today at that night, the rivers can say that eternity is not beyond the reach of man as he himself is riding the horse on eta-eta-infinite space into san-zan-van-infinity.

– Joy Roy Choudhury





The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein


The quadraphonic sound-mystery in the coherent quadrupole-octupole motion is the binneal catalyst of life and beyond; what’s beyond the surreal mirror of Salvador Dali is a hexatet function of time in the stars; god does not play dice in the loaded fulcrum of the mind’s thesis, the music is the profound analogue of the vast earings of the sun caught by the camera width-length of the moon’s analogical grammar after Sunday breakfasts and in rainy afternoons; we have passed our silent speech and judgement in the winter terminals of bosons and fermions measuring their angular momentum by the hypodermis of spatial contagion, how sad it is to feel trapped between the logic of our brains, ‘how dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’

After the quasicondensation, all that were rolled into the pathways of Alblackica, turned the germ-seed of divine propensity into recognised quanta of light photo-sensitive particles, shimmering like wavicles in the 2-qubit NMR systems that felt charcoal as ashes in the evolution of matter into higher forms of zatter and katter. Time remembers how often we cycle round the spheres as monometers picking up ‘Nuit et Brouillard’ and raising signs of a change with-change to alter what we have defined in the poetry or prose of Dante Alighieri and enact the final commedia in front of the raging bulls and dead-horses of Guernica : history is the sign-language of the signs the Peloponnesian molybdenum isomerizing the hymns to the arabic praises for the ninth-moon octet of the sun; nevasto oktamin alca oktamin Romeo-Juliet couplet…richness of life is measured by the vision you have and the consciousness you remit.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘Arms and the Man, by GB Shaw; ‘How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’ – Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson; ‘Nuit et Brouillard’/’Night and Fog’ (1955)- Documentary Film by Alain Resnais

The Lila-Tat Technology of the Origin of Origins in the 7 Square Circles of the One

Tribal Art (Bengal Patachitra), 2012

The Lila-Tat Technology of the Origin of Origins in the 7 Square Circles of the One

Terrible terrible Rosalind, Orlando, the ethanol substance was the burning deck of the cosmos fiery like the trees taken by the fire and ships taken by the storm in the seas; dreams are figures of the dead horse putting their conventional mass energy conservation into objects of formal visualization, the decrax-blind eye that made Benod Bihari feel the pulse of the wave front particles dancing in the skies with the reflected colors of their own selves; the tortoise was a question to the rabbit unanswered because the leaf is the sign-language graphic card of a diagram and the wood-petal, the cuneiform fruit of matter’s own plasticity in the supreme consciousness of the world where red is not red but red in every black vector diagrams of the white; to touch is not to see but to feel what is unfelt, the navel springs the river from the Alblackica mornings into the fields of san-zan infinity where alphabets are churned and rearranged continuously to make sense out of an unseen nonsense, the paradox is the smile of the oceanic feeling, numbers put their feet on numbers and climb the stairway to the heaven;

The zeppelin was an isomer of poly vinyl chloride to touch the Brahman of the Para-Brahman circles in a cash-back policy to win what is already won in the xon of the ron and make sense of that in the plastic surgery of patients paying euros at the cost of their lives; to dream, as Freud has said was good, the dream-riders are not patients of patience-paralipsis but riders of fortune in the limb-cast-wall-mind of the creatrix who turns his chapters into Lewis Carol’s Quantum Verse, The Hunting of the Snark, reading it by the daylight and buying that light and walking under the night shade of the Teutonic times to square the equation whose root is in the algebra of the equidistance from the centre that’s within the bio-centre of the geodesic vertebrae of the cross-dawn synthesis of a polyglossia in the zero-one…two curvatures of the quantum aborigines. Space is not space in the psycho-kinesis of hyperspace but a kind of time that’s within the dream unmanifest of the origin of origins. Circles play interplay with each other meaning what they mean 7 together in the Lila-tat technology trime-nawa-nawa-nawa-trime…As You Like It!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The River is the Semi-Permeable Time in the Evolutionary Space of the Alblackica Consciousness

The River is the Semi-Permeable Time in the Evolutionary Space of the Alblackica Consciousness


Time is the evolutionary window of the species through which it can see the long-neck-tail of the serpent-wing in the eye of its coordinates; every pull on the z-axis frame has a syllabic change in the other two depending on the relative quanta of light differentiation in the vibrating Frensel glass diffracted medium of Red-Waziz Izwa. In the eye of the sparrow the sun is a small monochromatic negative film of albumen in the proto-decra space of the golden sap-box.

Red rose is the opera of the love in the black petals of the white light, in the umbra the penumbra eats the shadow of the reflective selves in the in-congruent  circles of the mind to become the vase of chrysanths in the vale of Bramhaputra

the child sees himself grow through the meta-lens of the photographer’s eye upon the story of bricks and mortar-railways casting myriad shapes on the origami of the Coriolis; spring comes with its memory of flowers and birdsongs, only to chase the clouds to bring rain in the hills so the ponds and lakes are colored light-boxes of the original rainbow dipping sand into the mud crack of the villages tiptoed into the theatre of the man decisive.


The journey begins before it ends the book of paradise is in letters written to the rivers by the forests of the night beneath a peacock-feathered moon eclipsing the sun. every two is one on one in the memory of the one from the zero Alblackica dawn walking the child with his eyes lit by the fire that burns upon rocks in the wheel of time; the empty hands of the mandala with its involuted center is the Bwajem-Prometric bliss of the all square in rectangles in the zatter of matter.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: B/w picture from Satyajit Ray’s Film, Pather Panchali

& Art picture from Exhibition, Kolkata, 2012

The Wheels are Walking on the Frictionless-Will of the Eye-Wave Function

 The Wheels are Walking on the Frictionless-Will of the Eye-Wave Function


The eye-wave function of the frictionless-will determines the objectification of sound in the ticking of the clock or in bells; smooth alabaster sheets are rhythmic to the particle size of the molecules and in motion it creates the balance of the dawn, a peacock eye-sight of the little Krishna in the fire-ether madness of the absolute rotating in space from South Charlotte Street in Edinburgh to Novia Scotia 6781 lines to 1876 lines, Alexander replied to the evolutionary cells of auditory sensations to pulsate at a higher rate than usual changing substance with form of scientific resolution in the wave antonym of the particle; rainbow was refracted in the will of the eye creating angular momentum of the vastness of the spirit that dives into the soliloquy of Hamlet, to revere is to understand the principles on which ethics was formulated by the hind-leg of the horse in the walking of systems and processes that determine the functions of an advanced society; Moliere’s L’École des femmes made the cat-box of education a tool for improving its own classes by subjecting books to the order of the day and putting words beneath the eyes of a woman who wants to know why chairs are not glasses made of wooly cotton under the sofa of a tyrant king. Days that are over in the timeline of space collect bytes so the head is held high into the square rectangle of the sun image that’s the sign of future years in the philharmonic orchestra of the truth identification.

Realization leaves no room but opens a chapter that’s not classified on the taxonomy of Linnaeus but on the pollination of the mind’s reconciliation with the material word of existence by analyzing how the apple and the tree make merry when the wind blows and after rain, waking up before sunrise to sign the amity of Harmonia, letters were carried by the divine salt-plates of Alblackica into the rivers and the sea, each line measured the exact weight of the ion in the sun-years of Eragman to know where the Brahman lives and its consulates.

Hello was the first word that made the antelope run as the sky saw the creatrix’s statistical inputs in the relative quantum chassis of the yoving-car of sunyata balancing the conservation of mass-energy from the photonic albums of the primal stars: there was no light then came a red flame pale as lavender yet burning like the embers and creating patterns on the butterflies wings and on the tiger’s skin that cradles the night in the tears of the day.

All that was good was bright and gay.

– Joy Roy Choudhury



 The timeless way is the red dharma, the bazuta-swan of the Eisenstein that flies into the waters of the etheric sea with the multi-cloud fascination of the penumbra in the circle of the original unity; who flies with thee O Father of the lands? The tree is the cult of the primeval space, green as it looks in the broken hands of the meadows of grey earth, I have seen the Surya-rose horses drink from the Polynesian pools of an unupbraided innocence where Nicholas Roerich dreamt the savage cross in the genealogy of Lévy-Brühl, or in the alma-matter of an anthropologist who opened his book to revisit the first days when the moon’s octet was the lotus of a yellow sign in the wild rose of fashion, its perfume was diffused by the refraction of colors in the density of the mental primal-frame of Idaho.

Running with time, time asked the logocentric partners of a question-less identity, questions that are rough and blank,  through the mask of a painter not Stephen Dedalus but Lautréamont in the impossible barycentric heliograph of the zebra nails of spring; who else is going with you to the origin of origins if not Toulouse-Lautrec and the mannequin of the yellow Christ of Paul Gauguin? Alone with the letters in the Vitruvian cornices, the lines of poetry here are the defragmentation of a self of Artificial Intelligence: all without you and me, the life is a history of the shells in the cells and without the shells there is nothing much more to add on. Turn the wind into the energy of the sun and give waters back their lakes that you so much destroyed.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

In the Spring Wells of Shambhala, Season is the Art of the Black Moon of Non-Euclidean Relative Space-Time Conventions of Alblackica

GYAN-GANJ PLATE II, Samij Datta, 2011

In the Spring Wells of Shambhala, Season is the Art of the Black Moon of Non-Euclidean Relative Space-Time Conventions of Alblackica


Some may forget the days when the frou-gratiya moon of the sun was dancing in the sphinx and in the zabber of the glass-bohemian plates, and into the hydro solvents; alca oktamin of the heroic nights was a vehicle of super conscious states- lines frozen in the harmonics saw the welling nectar of life, the kovak kovim kovrit chiming with colors of the dianthus spring turning every substance to alblackica; the paths that lead to madness are the orange fruits that bite the winds blowing into many streams of the desert land; alpha randomizes the motion of the points for the beta-dero action of the its supplement and in the rhyming season of the clock-anticlock, the rooster is the dragon of the walking yak in vak eating the infinite spacelets in the time domain letters of the Katter to the Zatter.

Ancient willows are supernal when the bands that circle them are speaking to the tree’s leaves that have fallen and rolled into the spatial-mud that shelters the earthworms, they say hyperbolic space has more room for the line continuums from the origin, they collate matter and spirit into idiomatic functions of daily life: red burns with the orange pulp, the yellow sea is the wime-flame that exhumes energy from the Nosferatu of the ideal dreams, the magnificent is known from the seven beats of the prima matra, a lonely daisy is the mother of the sun that has the cross-legged bow of the helianthus moon, apocryphal letters are art per se in the window vision of the film through which the protagonist shows a room within a room of ruins, the past dialect transferred into the new writing code of the sublime texts, mannerisms are original disguises through which the truth hides the falsehood from the dire neglect of the race, atrophy of the mind leads to confusion and death; lets join the cubic dream for reality is constant within its film.

– Joy Roy Choudhury