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.
Showing posts with label New Yorker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Yorker. Show all posts
Friday, June 24, 2016
Monday, June 29, 2015
Celebrating angles and rainbows . . .
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M A R R I A G E
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And let me add a bit of mathematics -- for my friends (both gay and straight) who love to play with language:
A recent New Yorker article ("Go Ask Alice" by Anthony Lane, 6-8-15,48-54)
on Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) offered this quote -- this "found" poem:
Obtuse anger
is that which is greater
than right anger.
This year, 2015, marks the 150th anniversary of the publication of the first edition of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
Labels:
Alice in Wonderland,
Anthony Lane,
found poem,
Lewis Carroll,
mathematics,
New Yorker,
obtuse,
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