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      March 18, 2018Questions for Stephen HawkingJill M. Talbot

      Do you still believe it’s intelligent life we ought to avoid?

      This is a silent poem. Every letter
      is silent, every word is silent, every
      line is silent, every stanza is silent.
      Even the stanza breaks are silent.

      Are poets as useless as philosophers?

      This is a silent painting. Since you
      don’t know what you could be missing,
      you don’t know what you could see.
      That’s what silence is.

      Do black holes take library books?

      Maybe they’ve taken all of the noise
      from the silent letters. Maybe they’ve
      taken the library books. Maybe they’ve
      taken heaven from atheists.

      Are atheists afraid of the dark?

      This is a poem for people afraid of
      the light, afraid of the silence of the dark.
      Fairy tales were made to terrify, not
      comfort.

      If a robot asks me out, do I say yes?

      In the future there may be silent
      roosters, and nobody will know
      what they’re missing.
      A silent man seems attractive,
      in the meantime.

      If the elephant in the room dies, do you have a funeral?

      This is not a protest poem. It’s just
      an image. It’s just the silence that
      occurs between neurons firing,
      putting what was upside-down
      right-side up. You can only protest
      death once it’s already in the room,
      taking up all the silent space.

      If we meet in heaven will you avoid me? Will you declare it all a bad dream or a good dream? Will we drink rum and coke or virtue?

      Happily ever after was only
      a mutation.

      Will you take a look at my theory of nothing?

      That’s okay, it was the silence
      I was after.

      from Poets Respond

      Jill M. Talbot

      “This is a response to the death of Stephen Hawking. I found much of what he had to say outside of his research interesting. His fear of intelligent robots and aliens, his demand that he not appear drunk on The Simpsons … but mainly the notion that heaven is a ‘fairy tale for people afraid of the dark.’ Hawking has also been critical of philosophers. I wondered where the arts appeared in all of this. If science offers Ativan and writers offer stories, I choose the latter. It is in death that we often turn to art, religion, and philosophy—not necessarily for comfort, but perhaps for something human. Nevertheless, Hawking was certainly an inspiring figure for scientists and non-scientists alike.”