Early in June it was my privilege to hear poet Lesley Wheeler read as part of the Joaquin Miller Poetry Series on summer Sundays in Washington, DC's Rock Creek Park. Lesley read from her wonderful 2015 collection, Radioland, in which I found this mathy sonnet, a poem of twists and singularities and rich with double meanings:
Concentric Grooves, 1983 by Lesley Wheeler
Every whorl in the floorboard spins clockwise,
the grain widening round the stain, a stream
of years circling a burn-brown knot. Strum
and crackly gap. Music drowns a wheeze
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Important online sources for mathy poems
Every issue of the Journal of Humanistic Mathematics contains poetry.
The Spring 2016 issue of TalkingWriting has more than a score of mathy poems.
This blog has offered math-linked poetry online since 2010, now with over 800 posts. Scroll down to browse OR use the SEARCH box to look for poems with a particular mathematical image. The lower right-hand-column offers key-words that can be useful search terms.
Friday, June 24, 2016
Exponential power
From this week's New Yorker (June 27, 2016) from a poem by Maya Ribault entitled "Society of Butterflies" this mathy statement:
. . . I save
for retirement—to my bohemian eyes,
a fortune—though they say you need more
than a million. Immerse yourself in the exponential
power of dividends. . . .
Read the entire poem here.
. . . I save
for retirement—to my bohemian eyes,
a fortune—though they say you need more
than a million. Immerse yourself in the exponential
power of dividends. . . .
Read the entire poem here.
Labels:
dividend,
exponential,
Maya Ribault,
New Yorker,
power
Thursday, June 23, 2016
A sonnet with numbers
Sonnet: Now I see them by Michael Palmer
Now I see them sitting me before a mirror.
There’s noise and laughter. Somebody
mentions that hearing is silver
before we move on to Table One
with the random numbers. I look down
a long street containing numbers.
Now I see them sitting me before a mirror.
There’s noise and laughter. Somebody
mentions that hearing is silver
before we move on to Table One
with the random numbers. I look down
a long street containing numbers.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Wanting things proportional . . .
Here is a reflective poem by San Diego poet Ben Doller (found also at Poets.org and included here with permission of the poet).
Proportion by Ben Doller
Just want things
proportional.
Just things,
not all.
Not kings, kings
should be below:
Proportion by Ben Doller
Just want things
proportional.
Just things,
not all.
Not kings, kings
should be below:
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Women occupy mathematics
Poems thrive on imagery created from specific (rather than vague) details -- and numbers and other math terms are very specific! Below I present several samples of mathematical imagery in poems from an excellent and important recent anthology Raising Lilly Ledbetter: Women Poets Occupy the Workspace.
Here are the opening lines of "Circle of Silence" by Stacey K. Vargas:
Like an electron trapped in an unstable orbit, I am seated
in a circle of powerful men.
In an awkward moment small talk ends
and the meeting abruptly begins.
The superintendent turns to me and says,
"This was not sexual harassment."
And the opening lines of "The Typist" by Barbara Drake:
I made 87 1/2 cents an hour typing,
when I was a college student.
Here are the opening lines of "Circle of Silence" by Stacey K. Vargas:
Like an electron trapped in an unstable orbit, I am seated
in a circle of powerful men.
In an awkward moment small talk ends
and the meeting abruptly begins.
The superintendent turns to me and says,
"This was not sexual harassment."
And the opening lines of "The Typist" by Barbara Drake:
I made 87 1/2 cents an hour typing,
when I was a college student.
Monday, June 13, 2016
When parallel lines meet, that is LOVE
Bernadette Turner teaches mathematics at Lincoln University in Missouri. And, via a long-ago email (lost for a while, and then found) she has offered this love poem enlivened by the terminology of geometry.
Parallel Lines Joined Forever by Bernadette Turner
We started out as just two parallel lines
in the plane of life.
I noticed your good points from afar,
but always kept same distance.
I assumed that you had not noticed me at all.
Parallel Lines Joined Forever by Bernadette Turner
We started out as just two parallel lines
in the plane of life.
I noticed your good points from afar,
but always kept same distance.
I assumed that you had not noticed me at all.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Symbols shape our thoughts
In mathematics -- as in spoken languages -- we have learned to use symbols to shape our thoughts. Pioneering artist Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968) carefully expresses this important idea in terms of chess.
“The chess pieces are the block alphabet
which shapes thoughts; and these thoughts, although
making a visual design on the chess-board,
express their beauty abstractly, like a poem...
I have come to the personal conclusion
that while all artists are not chess players,
all chess players are artists.”
During these days of celebration of the life of Muhammad Ali (1942-2016) I have refreshed my memory of his notable quotes (many of which are found here). Here is one with some numbers:
“The chess pieces are the block alphabet
which shapes thoughts; and these thoughts, although
making a visual design on the chess-board,
express their beauty abstractly, like a poem...
I have come to the personal conclusion
that while all artists are not chess players,
all chess players are artists.”
―Marcel Duchamp
This and other stimulating statements from Duchamp are available here.
During these days of celebration of the life of Muhammad Ali (1942-2016) I have refreshed my memory of his notable quotes (many of which are found here). Here is one with some numbers:
A man who views the world
the same at 50
as he did at 20
has wasted 30 years of his life.
Labels:
alphabet,
artist,
chess,
Marcel Duchamp,
Muhammad Ali
Monday, June 6, 2016
A poem, a contradiction . . .
One strategy for proving a mathematical theorem is a "proof by contradiction." In such a proof one begins by supposing the opposite of what is to be proved -- and then reasons logically to obtain a statement that contradicts a known truth. This contradiction verifies that our opposite-assumption was wrong and that our original statement-to-be-proved is indeed correct. (An easily-read introduction to "proof-by-contradiction" is given here.)
Peggy Shumaker is an Alaskan poet whom I had the pleasure of meeting at a reading at Bloomsburg University where I was a math professor a few years ago. Her poem, "What to Count On," below, has a beautiful surprise after a sequence of negations -- and reminds me of the structure of a proof-by-contradiction.
What to Count On by Peggy Shumaker
Not one star, not even the half moon
on the night you were born
Not the flash of salmon
nor ridges on blue snow
Not the flicker of raven’s
never-still eye
Peggy Shumaker is an Alaskan poet whom I had the pleasure of meeting at a reading at Bloomsburg University where I was a math professor a few years ago. Her poem, "What to Count On," below, has a beautiful surprise after a sequence of negations -- and reminds me of the structure of a proof-by-contradiction.
What to Count On by Peggy Shumaker
Not one star, not even the half moon
on the night you were born
Not the flash of salmon
nor ridges on blue snow
Not the flicker of raven’s
never-still eye
Labels:
Alaska,
arc,
contradiction,
count,
Peggy Shumaker,
proof
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