This past weekend I have much enjoyed reading Mathematics: a novel by Jacques Roubaud (Dalkey Archive Press, reprint 2010, translated from the French by Ian Monk); Roubaud is a mathematician, poet, and member of the OULIPO. And here is a found poem from Chapter 1:
.
A
question
posed to a
lively colleague:
do you tell your
dancing partners
that you practice
mathematics?
For me, like so many of us -- females especially -- revelation of a connection to mathematics leads to an awkward moment, an impediment to a possible relationship. And so we say things like "I am at the university" or "I am doing some writing" or . . .
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