Sometimes matching words to a syllable-count helps to bring focus to my musings. Here are two stanzas for which I used the Fibonacci numbers as lengths for the lines I built as I considered the continuing invisibility of most math-women. (I have some hope that the second of these is primarily remembering -- and is not true of family child-care today.)
8-5-3-2-1-1 A FIB
HE is famous but SHE is not.
Yet we once judged her
potential
greater
than
his.
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Saturday, June 22, 2013
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Sum of moments
Here is a 3x3 square poem -- inspired by a recently-found margin-note I made in Differential and Integral Calculus (by Ross R Middlemiss) when it was my text for an introductory calculus course at Westminster College all those years ago:
The sum of
the moments
is zero.
While the pages of text near the note go on with discussions and diagrams of slices and sums and limits -- they introduce the centroid, the moment of inertia, and the radius of gyration, and are importantly informative -- it is the margin-note that has today delighted me. I wonder if the girl who wrote it saw it as I do today. I like the mystery.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
A poem of calculus (of ants on a worm)
Philip Wexler plays with the terminology of calculus in this poem:
The Calculus of Ants on a Worm
Swarming tiny
bodies nibble
away, no limits,
The Calculus of Ants on a Worm
Swarming tiny
bodies nibble
away, no limits,
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