|from "Brian Bilston's POETRY LABOETRY"|
Monday, August 31, 2020
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Live Round by David T. Manning
All ten thousand
parts of cat run
like seventeen jewels
in velvet. Target locked,
she tucks white forepaws.
folds couchant and waits.
One thousand gyros idling
quietly, ordnance round
of bottled death with nose
that never sleeps
tuned to the frequency
After a long career as organic chemist, David Manning turned to poetry. "Live Round" is on my shelves in his collection Negotiating Physics and Other Poems from a Peaceable Kingdom (Old Mountain Press, 1999).
Monday, August 24, 2020
I learned to count
on my fingers.
Now, years later,
what can I count on?
And I'd like also to make a quick mention of a project I've been part of -- with results that you are likely to enjoy. Gathered by Rosemary Winslow and Catherine Lee, a collection of thoughtful essays, DEEP BEAUTY -- Experiencing Wonder When the World Is on Fire (Woodhall Press, 2020). My essay, "When I'm Quiet Enough to See" tells of beauty's connection to my childhood on a farm, to poetry, to mathematics, and is available here.
Thursday, August 20, 2020
by João Augusto Sampaio
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
A story in the KIDSPOST section of today's Washington Post offers a reminder that 100 years ago today -- on August 18, 1920 -- the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution was officially ratified -- extending the right to vote to women.
Here is a link to a poem by Evie Shockley, women’s voting rights at one hundred (but who’s counting?) -- and, below, a few lines from that important poem:
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one vote was all fannie lou
hamer wanted. in 1962, when
her constitutional right was
over forty years old, she tried
to register. all she got for her
trouble was literacy tested, poll
taxed, fired, evicted, & shot
at. a year of grassroots activism
nearly planted her mississippi
freedom democratic party
in the national convention.
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For additional postings related to math and women and voting, here is a link to the results of a blog Search using the terms women and vote.
Monday, August 17, 2020
During these days of protest and politics and pandemic, a diversion -- some playful thoughts about LOVE from poet Carl Sandburg (1878-1967).
How Much? by Carl Sandburg
How much do you love me, a million bushels?
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.
And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?
To-morrow maybe not even a half a bushel.
And is this your heart arithmetic?
This is the way the wind measures the weather.
Monday, August 10, 2020
Because when you practice math a lot,
it almost always pays off.
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Dear Arithmetic by Mary Soon Lee
Galileo's Verse by Bruce F. McGuffin
Hexagons by Barbara Quick
Changes and Deltas by Jim Wolper
Monday, August 3, 2020
is where towering terror of
slows its rise.