Perhaps partly due to his experience as an Air Force pilot during World War II, Harold Nemerov (1920 - 1991) uses geometry with deft precision as he describes phenomena around him. Here is a poem inspired by a 1986 news item.
Found Poem by Howard Nemerov
after information received in The St. Louis Post-Dispatch, 4 v 86
The population center of the USA
Has shifted to Potosi, in Missouri.
The calculation employed by authorities
In arriving at this dislocation assumes
That the country is a geometric plane,
Perfectly flat, and that every citizen,
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
More statistics -- from Hiawatha
As the author of this poem owes a debt to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, I too owe Greg Coxson -- who showed the poem to me.
Hiawatha Designs an Experiment by Maurice Kendall
Hiawatha Designs an Experiment by Maurice Kendall
Hiawatha, mighty hunter
He could shoot ten arrows upwards
Shoot them with such strength and swiftness
That the last had left the bowstring
Ere the first to earth descended.
This was commonly regarded
As a feat of skill and cunning.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
A puzzle with a partial solution
When we have experiences near to each other, we may try to connect them. We form superstitions. "Bad things come in threes" -- and something similar for good things. And we make poetry -- offering new associations that delight and surprise.
Gertrude Stein is one of my favorite poets. She was, like me, born in Pennsylvania (though she, unlike me, left and became Parisian). She creates almost-meaning from unlikely juxtapositions. I find in her work the delight of a puzzle to which I can find a partial solution. And come back for more. Here are two stanzas from Stein's "Stanzas in Meditation" that play with some mathematical meanings.
Gertrude Stein is one of my favorite poets. She was, like me, born in Pennsylvania (though she, unlike me, left and became Parisian). She creates almost-meaning from unlikely juxtapositions. I find in her work the delight of a puzzle to which I can find a partial solution. And come back for more. Here are two stanzas from Stein's "Stanzas in Meditation" that play with some mathematical meanings.
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