There are geniuses (like Srinivasa Ramanujan) who learn mathematics quickly -- but I am not one of them. In the following poem I reflect on how I learn . . .
Reflection by JoAnne Growney
I read and I did not understand.
Less than a page.
I read slowly and I did not understand.
I read and took notes.
My notes were three times as long as what I had read.
I rewrote what I read in my own words.
I reread it and inserted extra clarifying words.
Thursday, January 30, 2020
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Poetically exploring the the invention of "i"
Today's posting features work by Punya Mishra, professor and administrator at Arizona State University -- a writer who offers explanations of mathematical concepts in his poems, explanations that can appeal to students! Mishra's website features several mathy poems and in our email correspondence he said that "The Mathematical i" is his favorite. Here are are several stanzas:
from The Mathematical i by Punya Mishra
The negative numbers were full of dismay
We have no roots, they were heard to say
What, they went on, would be the fruit
of trying to find our square root?
Matters seem to be getting out of hand
Since the negatives have taken a stand,
On the fact that positives have two roots, while they have none.
They plead, would it have killed anybody to give us just one?
The square roots of 4 are + and – 2! As for -4 ? How unfair,
He has none! None at all. Do the math gods even care?
from The Mathematical i by Punya Mishra
The negative numbers were full of dismay
We have no roots, they were heard to say
What, they went on, would be the fruit
of trying to find our square root?
Matters seem to be getting out of hand
Since the negatives have taken a stand,
On the fact that positives have two roots, while they have none.
They plead, would it have killed anybody to give us just one?
The square roots of 4 are + and – 2! As for -4 ? How unfair,
He has none! None at all. Do the math gods even care?
Monday, January 27, 2020
Remembering Leonardo da Vinci
One of the readers featured at the recent 1/17/2020 JMM math-poetry reading was Italian mathematician/poet Rosanna Iembo. Below, with Iembo's permission, I offer a sample from her poem, "A New Dawn" -- a poetic narrative in the voice of Leonardo da Vinci, a genius of the Italian Renaissance. Here are a few lines from this narrative; the entire work is available from the poet (contact information is offered here on her website.).
Referring to Luca Pacioli, the poet's voice of da Vinci says:
With him
a common feeling
that did not end over the years.
And in the "Proportion"
which he decided to call
"Divine"
where I drew
my polyhedra,
understanding
reached maximum splendor.
Referring to Luca Pacioli, the poet's voice of da Vinci says:
With him
a common feeling
that did not end over the years.
And in the "Proportion"
which he decided to call
"Divine"
where I drew
my polyhedra,
understanding
reached maximum splendor.
Labels:
Leonardo da Vinci,
Luca Pacioli,
Rosanna Iembo
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
Focus on FOUR
Numerous poems by Canadian poet Alice Major connect to science and mathematics, and Major has connected me with Ottawa poet and mechanical engineer Sneha Madhavan-Reese -- who has shared with me not only poetry but also the new-to-me fact that her home city of Ottawa lies on the traditional and unceded territory of the Algonquin Nation. Here is Madhavan-Reese's poem, "Four," a thoughtful reminder of the vast versatility of mathematical notions.
Four by Sneha Madhavan-Reese
Is 4 the same 4 for everybody? -- Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions
My mother draws her four with a right angle;
my father's is pointed on top. My daughter's four,
half the time, is backwards. Her sister signs,
tucking a thumb into her raised palm.
Monday, January 20, 2020
Remember -- and Celebrate
Today as we remember Martin Luther King, I invite you to visit postings in this blog that celebrate his life -- follow this link.
And here is a link to
And one more link --
this one to The Mathematician's Project
("Mathematicians Are Not Just White Dudes.")
Thursday, January 16, 2020
Math-Poetry tomorrow (1/17) -- in Denver at JMM
You are invited:
Sponsored by
SIGMAA-ARTS
and the Journal of Humanistic Mathematics
After the reading, the poetry program will be archived at this site.
Monday, January 13, 2020
The world of Math Girls . . .
This past weekend my oldest granddaughter turned sixteen -- and I intensely want every career door to be open to her and to my other granddaughters (and my grandson). The times are changing, new doors are opening for girls and women, Still, these syllable-square thoughts are on my mind this morning.
Math Girls
A math girl must be
smarter than the rest –-
yet must be modest
and never claiming.
Math-World is not fair.
And here are more of my mathy-perhaps-poetic thoughts.
When you’re a math girl you may be the only girl in the room.
A math girl must be three times as good to be equal.
Math Girls
A math girl must be
smarter than the rest –-
yet must be modest
and never claiming.
Math-World is not fair.
And here are more of my mathy-perhaps-poetic thoughts.
When you’re a math girl you may be the only girl in the room.
A math girl must be three times as good to be equal.
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Browse Math-Poetry Links . . .
Today I invite you to browse -- to spend a moment reading titles, clicking on a title that intrigues you. ENJOY!
- TITLES OF POSTS (with links)
- January, 2020
- December, 2019
Monday, January 6, 2020
We become what we think . . .
Browsing a recent issue of World Literature Today, I have found a thought-provoking activist poem by Linda Hogan that considers the ways we are shaped by "our numbers." I offer below its opening stanzas:
Embodied by Linda Hogan
I am embodied first by the numbers
given my grandparents,
no choice but to sign the Dawes Act.
Embodied by Linda Hogan
I am embodied first by the numbers
given my grandparents,
no choice but to sign the Dawes Act.
Thursday, January 2, 2020
With bits of mathematics, a poem for a New Year
Here -- containing bits of mathematical terminology -- is an excerpt from "A Poem for the New Year" by Nigerian poet Christopher Okigbo (1932-1967).
from A Poem for the New Year by Christopher Okigbo
Where then are the roots, where the solution
To life’s equation?
The roots are nowhere
There are no roots here
Probe if you may
From now until doomsday
We have to think of ourselves as forever
from A Poem for the New Year by Christopher Okigbo
Where then are the roots, where the solution
To life’s equation?
The roots are nowhere
There are no roots here
Probe if you may
From now until doomsday
We have to think of ourselves as forever
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