Seeing “The Theory of Everything”

December 5, 2014

This is not one of my Nickell-odeon reviews: Having seen this first-rate movie, I was first speechless, then moved to write the following poem. Anything else from me would, I feel, be superfluous.

Body twisted like some root unearthed, yest still grasping that geode-like brain, its gemmed core a kind of crystal radio, attuned--a mind so rare, so rarified as to hear the almost boundless, time-freed music of the spheres.