Sometimes we find things of great value when we are looking for something else -- in fact, Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges has said, The best way to find a good thing is to go looking for something else . . .
One of my recent stumbles (while looking for work by Borges) was onto the website of Robert Ronnow -- and I have found it a fun place to browse. Here is a sample, a poem from his recent collection, The Scientific Way to Do Mathematics:
Uncertainty by Robert Ronnow
--with a line by Pico Iyer
There cannot be two identical things in the world. Two
hydrogen atoms
offer infinite locations within their shells for electrons.
Thus, nothing can be definitely eventually known.
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Monday, June 22, 2015
Uncertainty . . .
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Sunday, March 29, 2015
Science Verse
Recently coincidence has brought to me two collections of poems about science -- first, the 2014 issue of The Nassau Review, a gift from editor and poet Christina M. Rau. The second collection is a "used" children's book, Science Verse (by John Scieszka and Lane Smith) found at the wonderful Kensington Row Bookshop (scroll down their webpage to find out about their monthly poetry readings). I include below two rhyming stanzas from Science Verse, followed two selections from The Nassau Review 2014 -- a poem by Diane Giardi which is a parody (or isomorphic image) of a nursery rhyme and a poem by Katherine Hauswirth which may or may not consider infinity.
Hey Diddle Diddle
Hey diddle diddle, what kind of riddle
Is this nature of light?
Sometimes it's a wave,
Other times a particle . . .
But which answer will be marked right?
Monday, June 7, 2010
Celebrate Martin Gardner (1914-2010)
Martin Gardner described his relationship to poetry as that of "occasional versifier" -- he is the author, for example, of:
π goes on and on
And e is just as cursed
I wonder, how does π begin
When its digits are reversed?
π goes on and on
And e is just as cursed
I wonder, how does π begin
When its digits are reversed?
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