Essentially it is something to do with electrical charge. I was supposed to have a basic understanding back in the day when I was an apprentice. The poem is as I remember the event.
The
Theory of The Coulombs
or
The Eternal Lust of The Electrical Engineer
He
reduces electrical theory to
Sophia
Loren on a bicycle
and
all us students are Coulombs
chasing
her inside the copper wire.
Obviously
she's the attraction he declares,
and
we are racing to catch her up.
Think
of resistance as a steep hill,
we
have to pedal faster
because
we can't let her get away!
It
works for him obviously, for he has the lust,
the
dreams of what they'll do once they meet.
I
am sat in silence,
thinking
that she is old enough to be my mother,
noting
the gleam in his eye,
as
he talks of getting closer...
All
his efforts are met with blank faces.
It
is our fault. He decides we are dullards,
with
no imaginations.
The poem came about because I was looking at a drawing of cyclists which stirred the memory from the subconscious silt in my head.
This made me return to her two lps. I bought the first one back in 1972 the week it came out, don't know why it just said buy me when I walked into the record shop.
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