Take
a look at an F. What is in an F? It comes after E in the alphabet;
which reminds me of an experiment I conducted as a boy. My
boyhood book
back at seven performed
at least four scientific
functions:
it encrypted a node to do with Gravity, stored the idea of the net in
writing in the attic to give it a chance to grow all around the
world, conducted an experiment into the maths of the new colour and
separated the object ‘pollen’ from its name.
To
give you a brief overview, and without wishing to disturb the
original, the
encrypted node in my boyhood book is that if the gravity between the
earth
and the
moon
is instant and therefore enough to break light speed, a clock is
still only as fast as a cheetah. That’s why one book has
2
JOHN
TUCKER
ENGLISH
E
on
the front of it and why the next book along has
ENGLISH
JOHN
TUCKER
HARECROFT
1
on
the front of it.
The
split was not even in the end, like one was an ‘on’ and one an
‘off’ function… it was delightfully asymmetrical, this
mathematical complication. And
when I
had had the vision of the internet and when we
had dealt with Einstein’s E, a + sign was put in for the ‘f’ of
‘scarf’ in the line:
“I
have a scar+ that is red and black.”
Then
I wrote a
piece
called ‘Good And Evil’ where “I
woke up at 1 o’ clock,” in other words where the
time 1 o’ clock and the first person pronoun ‘I’ were being
contrasted.
The
separation of the books into
part two and part one was
the entry for the number two as I counted up. For the number three we
find in my maths book a piece – dated
and in chronological sequence with the rest of the writing - going:
Colour
circles red. How many circles?
Colour
triangles blue. How many squares?
Colour
oblongs orange. How many triangles?
So
it is that I left it a case of mere counting, the maths of the new
colour as a cellular mark, after seemingly
calibrating
an algorithm that sublimates numbers and letters on a cellular level.
To
read it all you’d only need to go and get a copy of The
Sunset Child.
People have said the best one in it is called ‘My Dad.’
When I see beer it reminds me of my dad when he is drunk and when I see a police man it reminds me of the time my dad lost his drivers license. When I see shoes it reminds me of my dad's smelly feet. My dad is the sort of person who tells you not to put your elbows on the table when he does it himself and my dad tells me not to ride my bike on the garden flowers when once he reversed the car on them. My dad helps me with my prep and most of the time I get it wrong. Sometimes my dad acts as he is three years old but he is really forty-one. When I say “I should play soccer for the England team” he just says “some chance.”
I
would say all
my
school work was part of the same algorithm: going to a posh school we
learned about equations, systems, strange attractors at a young age.
My maths exercise books are actually quite beautiful, when
you look back knowing what was written at 7.
For
example, there is an exercise about the surface area of objects: you
have to go through a series of shapes and ascertain:
1.
area of whole shape
2:
area of unshaded part
3:
area of shaded part.
I
am sure that could be correlated back to the previous work, for
example.
When
I published The
Sunset Child
containing what I had left of the original seven year old book –
seven and beyond shall we say – I missed out on the opportunity to
include further examples of maths from my maths book. Take for
example the two following instances…
EQUATIONS
(1) 3 a + 4 = 2 a + 8
(2) 4 b + 4 = 1 b + 7
(3) 5 a + 3 = 2 a + 12
(4) 5 b + 1 = 3 b + 11
(5) 7 c + 3 = 3 c + 31
(6) 7 y + 1 = 3 y + 25
(7) 11 c + 9 = 8 c + 24
(8) 7 b + 12 = 1 b + 24
(9) 3 t + 5 = 2 t + 12
(10) 5 b + 10 = 2 b + 19
SYSTEMS 11TH MAY
1. 211
2112 ATTRACTOR
2122
1132
211213
312213
212223
114213
31121314
41122314
31221324
__________
21322314
21322314
I
think I was quite good at maths but at some stage I would’ve got
something wrong. There are several examples of schoolboy errors in my
schoolboy book of course. What does it mean when in these
circumstances, you get something wrong even as a boyhood
mathematician?
At
11 after
making some Naturalistic Observations, I
redefined the meaning of the words “I’m fine.” Even
though the mark didn’t turn out to be the new colour in the end, it
still
seems
an image as big as Oedipus taking out his eyes.
No,
it
didn’t turn out to be the new colour in the end; nor
was it exactly red and black but it was “plush.” So we need to
discuss the limitations of the maths for the new colour as a cellular
mark; and here my
brother James puts it well: if you’re not black it isn’t
Universal so might turn out red. My
brother Dr. Robert – who was included in the algorithm at 5 –
also speaks wisely – it would appear that the maths of the new
colour as a cellular mark is private.
Still
it shows what can be done, shows that the difference between a + sign
and an F is enough to slightly alter the course of evolution.
Other
than that, and a handful of other things like writing The Road To
Heaven by Noj And The Mob, or falsifying the Nirvana barcode, my
maths is not the best. I
might as well add that the lightning bolt is part of the God
Simulation!
It
remains to be seen what would happen if some young sprog came
by himself to
write:
“I
have a scar+ that is the new colour.”
It
may be that no mark would be left at all.
More
to the point, such early boyhood writings might be the reason why I
later felt I had found my voice when I wrote a poem called ‘Instant
Travel.’ As if I. T. might stand for Instant Travel too. As if
Instant Travel is the other side of the same coin from I. T. It was
getting into
Warwick
University that I wrote the poem – and they don’t send them back
so I never saw it again. But I remember thinking I had found my voice
and even though I was in the dark about my boyhood book, because it
was locked in the attic for long storage, I think I was right that I
had found my voice.
So
it is that we may ask if the encrypted node in the boyhood book is
true; and these days you only need watch a Youtube video to know that
Gravity has no motion so therefore cannot be said to break
light-speed; to know that only things with no mass can travel at the
speed of light.
Still
the tail end of the node, that a clock is only as fast as a cheetah,
feels right. So it is that we may find ourselves asking if the
internet breaks the speed of light. Not
being a computer scientist I do not know the answer to that one,
alas.

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