Poetry found in the words of Galileo Galilei (1564-1642):
"Philosophy is written in this grand book,
the universe, which stands continually
open to our gaze.
But the book cannot be understood unless one first
learns to comprehend the language and read the letters
in which it is composed.
It is written in the language of mathematics,
Showing posts with label geometric. Show all posts
Showing posts with label geometric. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Galileo in Florence
Thursday, October 31, 2013
On poetry and geometric truth . . .
On poetry and geometric truth
And their high privilege of lasting life,
From all internal injury exempt,
I mused; upon these chiefly: and at length,
My senses yielding to the sultry air,
Sleep seized me, and I passed into a dream.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
from The Prelude, Book 5
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Friday, January 7, 2011
Which are "real" numbers?
The adjective "real" in the term "real number" causes confusion for many whose mathematics is casual rather than intense. I like the mathematical definition of a number as real iff it corresponds to a point on the number line -- for this gives the abstract number a geometric counterpart (an attachment to reality) -- but there are others for whom the reality of a number depends on its emotional connections, perhaps used in ways that poet Ginger Andrews uses numbers in the following poem.
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Saturday, November 20, 2010
More from Guillevic
My October 13 post presented three small poems by the French poet Guillevic (1909-97). Strongly drawn to his work, I have purchased the collection Geometries (translated by Richard Sieburth, Ugly Duckling Presse, 2010); Guillevic has found in each geometric figure a personality and a voice. Buy the book and enjoy!
Here are three additional samples from Geometries:
Here are three additional samples from Geometries:
Monday, August 30, 2010
What is the point? -- consider Euclid
A two-line poem by Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda (1904-73), found in my bilingual edition of Extravagaria, reminded me of the poetic nature of several of the opening expressions of Euclid's geometry. Both of these follow:
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