Monday, August 24, 2020
What can we count on?
I learned to count
on my fingers.
Now, years later,
in twenty-twenty
what can I count on?
And I'd like also to make a quick mention of a project I've been part of -- with results that you are likely to enjoy. Gathered by Rosemary Winslow and Catherine Lee, a collection of thoughtful essays, DEEP BEAUTY -- Experiencing Wonder When the World Is on Fire (Woodhall Press, 2020). My essay, "When I'm Quiet Enough to See" tells of beauty's connection to my childhood on a farm, to poetry, to mathematics, and is available here.
Thursday, August 20, 2020
From an engineer who loves poetry . . .
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by João Augusto Sampaio
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Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Voting and being counted . . .
A story in the KIDSPOST section of today's Washington Post offers a reminder that 100 years ago today -- on August 18, 1920 -- the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution was officially ratified -- extending the right to vote to women.
Here is a link to a poem by Evie Shockley, women’s voting rights at one hundred (but who’s counting?) -- and, below, a few lines from that important poem:
* * *
one-mississippi
two-mississippis
* * *
one vote was all fannie lou
hamer wanted. in 1962, when
her constitutional right was
over forty years old, she tried
to register. all she got for her
trouble was literacy tested, poll
taxed, fired, evicted, & shot
at. a year of grassroots activism
nearly planted her mississippi
freedom democratic party
in the national convention.
* * *
For additional postings related to math and women and voting, here is a link to the results of a blog Search using the terms women and vote.
Monday, August 17, 2020
Heart Arithmetic
During these days of protest and politics and pandemic, a diversion -- some playful thoughts about LOVE from poet Carl Sandburg (1878-1967).
How Much? by Carl Sandburg
How much do you love me, a million bushels?
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.
And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?
To-morrow maybe not even a half a bushel.
And is this your heart arithmetic?
This is the way the wind measures the weather.
Monday, August 10, 2020
Poems can help us teach/learn mathematics . . .
Because when you practice math a lot,
it almost always pays off.
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Celebrate the Journal of Humanistic Mathematics
Dear Arithmetic by Mary Soon Lee
Galileo's Verse by Bruce F. McGuffin
Hexagons by Barbara Quick
Changes and Deltas by Jim Wolper
Monday, August 3, 2020
Point of Inflection -- and the coronavirus
is where towering terror of
cumulative cases
finally
slows its rise.
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Census . . . correct counting is not easy. . .
firstborn, nay-sayers,
veterans, slow-payers,
seditionists, convicts,
half-breeds, has-beens,
the nearly defined dead,
all the disenfranchised live.
Monday, July 27, 2020
Prove it . . .
Friday, July 24, 2020
A favorite recursion . . .
memories bring back
memories bring back
memories bring back
memories bring back
memories . . .
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Finishing halfway . . .
When I’m writing a poem,
there’s less and less of it.
As I approach the mountains,
they vanish behind a gentle hill,
behind the bunny slope.
Monday, July 20, 2020
Math-Arts Connections -- links to rich reading . . .
Friday, July 17, 2020
Poetry contest winners --- π-ku
For example, Green grass and
blue
sky and sun's heat.
In π-ku
I
shrink what I think.
The numbers 3, 1, and 4 also may -- instead of counting syllables -- count words.
Today in July
sunshine
pushes the temperature skyward.
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
A thoughtful Fibonacci poem
the irrational by Roberto Christiano
irrational
numbers
c'est moi?
a number that
cannot be expressed by the
ratio of two integers / and what's an integer?
