CHESS MORALITY VII: Moving Pieces
We are no other than a moving row
Of visionary shapes that come and go
But helpless pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days,
Hither and thither moves and checks and slays
And one by one back in the closet lays.
--Omar Khayyam, 'Rubuiyat'
Provide ship or sails adapted to the heavenly breezes, and there will be some who will not fear even that void. ...so for those who will come shortly to attempt this journey, let us establish the astronomy, Galileo, you of Jupiter, I of the Moon.
--Johannes Kepler, open letter to Galileo, 1610
Mercury the Bishop, Venus the Queen Mars Knight, Saturn Rook, Jupiter the King-- Caissa's seeming motions like as orbits seen, The playing field on Earth, each trailing ring About Sol shapes sun Falcon's hidden paths, Bodies streaming equal timed and spaced swaths. Sol: The Pleiades whose seventh's star's in hiding, Occulted first then visible again, Like to classic Chess and Falcon's biding Time -- seventh and final link in the chain -- Sure as motion follows least resistance And Gravity's the inverse square of distance. Luna: Move like an electron within a cloud Of probability: all pathways trod But just one path emerges from the crowd, As if some interacting gamester god Can turn particles and Pawns to spinning And not tell before the play who's winning. Mars: Leaping the distance and not standing idle A seminal move between fiction and fact, Equus and Falcon throwing off the bridle, The sharp chain and ring twixt intention and act-- The war-games, plain Horse sense enough to shift course Just looking into the mouth of a gift Horse. Mercury: Who fears to herald an imminent dauphin? Like planets, could Chess morph through time and space? How to cast the last nail in the coffin, Freeing the spirit beginning the race? What if celestial alignment matches The 'forty-nights-and-days' eighty watches? Jupiter: 'For want of a nail' conjures up 'lost Kingdom.' Are planets and stars (as rough analogues) Cognizant that their inventions spring from The Whole of those pieces Nature catalogues? At this point it may even be premature To say Sphinx itself's not a vast portraiture. Venus: Dead ringer for that enduring enigma, Nebulous shapes in the vicinity Newly-formed jargon eclipses the stigma; An inner-game reprise of Infinity Holding these tenets up to close scrutiny, Posing a riddle to stave off a mutiny. Saturn: A befitting tribute from each denizen, This panegyric coursing past Saturn Towards the foreseeable event horizon, (Even Chaos exhibits a pattern) And one erudite saw, by so and so: Here's yet another 'final row to hoe.' George William Duke 2002
Written by George William Duke.
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