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Entry 569 — Sample Hand-Out for Show

 

Mathemaku for William Blake

This is one of my favorites of my own poems.   Blake is not a central hero of mine, but I do like some of his poems and a lot of passages from his work, particularly the wonderful:

                       To see a world in a grain of sand
                       And a heaven in a wild flower,
                       Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
                       And eternity in an hour.

In my poem the grain of sand is the dividend (that’s what you divide into, for those of you who may have forgotten the terminology—and it took me a long time to remember what was what in long division when I started making long division poems).  Most of one world that might be in it is the many-color design under it.  My (very loose) idea was to say that the right kind of eyesight can multiply a dreary day into a wonderful world.  Add ripples, or an influence spreading out from that world, to it, and you’ll get what Blake found in a grain of sand.

I thought of the “right kind of eyesight” (or, really, over-all sensitivity) as being “unlessoned” or without much formal education and therefore able to see things in an unconventional way, like Blake did.  I liked the pun the word makes with “un-lessened,” or “not reduced.”  I added “lane-loving” because I think of lanes as wandery and out in the country, sure to go to interesting, happy places. 

Poets are usually taught no avoid adjectives as much as possible, but I like them.  That’s why I have two in my quotient (the top part) and three in my divisor (what goes into the dividend).   I do try for unusual ones, though, such as “stumbled-inert,” whose meaning I hope I don’t have to spell out.

I tried to make my poem visually appealing, but carried out very few visual poetry tricks,   “stum  
bled” does stumble, and the day is kind of pinched; I think the ripples ripple, and the grain of sand is packed tight.  

Diary for 19 November 2011, 6 P.M.: another okay day.  Tennis in the morning followed by a snack and conversation with my teammates at a MacDonald’s.  Back here, tired, but able after a short nap to take care of my blog and one item for my exhibition at the same time by working up a curriculum vitae for the exhibition which I could post as the day’s blog entry.  I already had one of these but it was a little out-of-date, and in need of a bit of revision.  It took more than on hour to take care of, for I improved it quite a bit.  Still tired, I had troube getting around to my book.  I spent some time, off and on, playing Civilization or reading the Tom Clancy novel I started a few days ago, to avoid the book.  I finally got to it, although I didn’t do too much work on it, just enough to feel I’d done my duty.  I made up a little for that by writing a good longish commentary on another of the poems that will be in my exhibit, “Mathemaku in Praise of Language.”  I may get a little more work done today, but I doubt it.

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Entry 1118 — Floundering

I felt very good about my three haiku and how well they’d work in the long division I was hoping soon to get done.  Then almost as though I were purposely trying to make a lesson out of the thing, I had second thoughts about it.  Here are the haiku I had again:

rainy afternoon;
private eye (fictional)
exiting a cab

the Atlantic
before ships were anywhere on it
except its edges

9 faint winter poems
unseveraling
into long ago

These made up what I would call the second draft of the poem, the first being the notes I displayed a few entries ago.  I’m not counting the apeiron draft–the draft (really, drafts) in my head before I scribbled my first draft.  (Love that word, “apeiron!”  Thanks, Irving–for using it in one of the works of his I had in my latest Scientific American blog entry, as you all should very well know, having gone to it at least nine times since it was posted!  It means the emptiness from whence everything came.  More or less.)

Okay, first point I’m attempting with this lesson to instill in all those what wants to know what’s what when it comes to Poetry is that what I had when I’d scribbled my notes was a wholly unconsolidated item-cluster poem.  I have no term for it, yet.  There are those who prefer such a thing to any other kind because it lets the reader go pretty much wherever he wants to.  Many tiny pleasures versus a large single pleasure that consolidation can yield.

My second draft, if we include the long division elements I spoke of that would go with it in the form I once thought it was headed for is a semi-consolidated item-cluster poem.  I thought it was a fully-consolidated item-cluster poem but the unifying principle I’d worked out for it failed to effectively unify it, I thought.  Still, there would be those who would prefer this version above any others–because reducing the risk of tedious wandering for meanings, but not forcing a quickly tedious single meaning on one–by allowing, that is, the reader to be creative.

My initial unifying principle was zero times private eye equals poems that put one into the past, and the mood the latter image suggests comes close to the mood suggested by the image of the Atlantic prior to Columbus’s voyages.  Moreover, the 9 poems image will cause exactly the same mood the ocean image does if an ellipsis is tacked on to the text expressing it.  I think my haiku excellently connotative but fail to lead to a mood that makes sense.

Here’s what I think the meaning of draft #2 approximates: reading about a private eye multiplies the zero one’s life is when one begins reading into the thrill of an ocean awaiting to be discovered over.  The problem is that the detective is not close to being a Columbus.

rainy afternoon;
private eye (fictional)
exiting a cab

ships for the first time
somewhere on the Atlantic
besides its edges

9 faint winter poems
unseveraling
into not yet

I’m not sure what I was up to when I changed my Atlantic haiku.  I guess I thought my private eye was involved in a case, so wanted ships on the Atlantic that were involved in their equivalent.  But their equivalent was much too consequential than whatever it was the private eye was involved in.

As for the poems, they were properly consolidating but ”into long ago?”  The detective was into the future not the past.  Hence my change there.  But now I want a fourth draft that keeps the private eye.  I still want the poem to  celebrate escape reading and the search for truth, but a lesser truth than Columbus’s discovery of the trans-Atlantic route to the New World Columbus made.  My “not yet” is poor–just a marker I will surely improve on.  Meanwhile, I have to dump my Atlantic haiku.  No, not dump, just remove for use somewhere else.

Lesson to be continued when I have more to say.

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Entry 270 — Mathemaku for Shakespeare in Progress

Sunday, October 31st, 2010

I had the image  you can click the thumbnail below to see planned for over a month, but only just yesterday put it together.  All I did was take the the big letters in it and stick them into the gray portion of the other graphic.  It was tricky getting the sizes right, and getting rid of extraneous matter previously around and between the letters.   I’m quite pleased with it, but it needs a lot more simple but painstaking work.  It works as a stand-alone, but it is intended to be just a part of a mathemaku, although the central part.  I consider it, even in its unfinished state, as representative of my work in visual poetry at its best.

I need to lighten the colors.  I work on my laptop, and the colors look much lighter on it than they will print.  I have to remember that when I work on them, but never do–until I post them here and the darkness shows.

The image is quite interesting historically, I think, for it uses a variation on one visual poem I made ten or fifteen years ago plus one I made twenty years ago (the big letters).   The version here, by the way, has been reduce to half-size.  I’m trying for a fairly large final version, perhaps two feet by two feet, which will make it about the largest work I’ve done.

Next task is re-doing the small letters inside the big letters.  They’ve always been hard to read.  After that I’m going to try to put a suggestion of trees at night inside the backward rendering of “WOODS,” which is intended to suggest windows out of the world “DREAM” is intended to be windows into but which no one seems to catch.

I’m feeling pretty good today.  In spite of my trouble with my theory of linguistics, which isn’t coming together yet.   My coinage, “magnipetry,” will be the dividend of the mathemaku the “DREAM” image is going to be in, so I’ve been thinking about it.  I still consider it one of my definitely successful coinages.  My detractors will probably consider it thrown together with lexicographical irresponsibility, but I’ve been hoping to find of invent a word for “superior poetry” for at least thirty years, and this is the first one I’ve thought of that I like.  The only thing wrong with it is that “petry” won’t suggest “poetry” to many, if any, who encounter the word.  I just have to hope a few influential people use it in helpful contexts, and/or that my series of “Long Division into Magnipetry” becomes well-enough known for people to remember it.

Last item, a definition of “Internet troll,” IHN tuhr neht TROHL: a psychopath who intrudes on Internet discussions seeking solely to damage, or–better–utterly destroy, someone else’s self-esteem, probably out of jealousy over not having any of his own.  I have it in my glossary (in-progress) of knowlecular psychology terms although it bartely belongs there, as a kind of “psychopath,” which does belong there.

Entry 253 — Mathemaku-in-Progress

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

This was inspired by a poem Karl Kempton just sent me that pays tribute to pi.  I want to fiddle a little more with the remainder, which I want much smaller relative to the rest of the piece than it it here.  I didn’t fix it here because it’d then be too small to see properly.

Entry 249 — A New Mathemaku

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

Entry 248 — 3 Mathemaku

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

These are from my series, The Long Division of Poetry, which is in my collection, April to the Power of the Quantity Pythagoras Times Now.   I’ve displayed them more than once before on the Internet.  They’re here again because of a discussion I recently had about the definition of “beauty.”  I thought it’d amuse my friend Felix and my Shakespeare enemy Daryl, neither of whom considers what I said about it at our Shakespeare authorship discussion group sane, to see my treatment of it as a visio-mathematical poet.  The top mathemaku is the first in my series.  I have it and the one directly under it here to provide an idea of my sequence as a whole.  It’s about 15 frames long–so far.

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Entry 181 — “Variations,” Final Version

Friday, August 6th, 2010

I like the “c” as a suggestion that it doesn’t matter how high in value it is, the area under the curve “life = c” will equal zero.  Assuming I really have finally recovered my understanding of simple integration.

Entry 180 — Correction of Mathemaku

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

With thanks for the help of Hohenprofessor Tettenborn:

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Or: life equals dust cubed minus dust cubed, yes?

Entry 179 — A New Set of Mathemaku

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

I worked out this little thing several days ago but took this long to finally get it into my computer and from there to here:

These need to be touched up.  The middle specimen would not be split the way it is if I had room to show it on one line here at a size that’s readable.  I hope it’s first term can be guessed but will probably make it clearly when I prepare my final copy.

Note for those of you who have forgotten algebra, the upright lines are used to indicate that the term they enclose is to be taken as positive in value, or as having its absolute value, regardless of what it’s value normally might be.  The absolute value of -3, for example, is +3.

Entry 168 — About “Mathemaku No. 2″

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

Here’s the work from yesterday again.  It may be the first work I did that I called a mathemaku.  I’m not sure because I was working on the one I ended giving the name “Mathemaku No. 1″ to at the same time that I was working on this one, and I’m not sure which I finished first.

Once it was fully formed, I was delighted with it, and still am.  I would love to find out from its detractors what might make it not worth taking seriously.

The big question about it I’m concerned with here, however, is whether it is a mathematical poem or not.  According to Gregory St. Thomasino’s definition, it is, for he says that a “‘mathematical poem,’ if it is to be, or to contain, poetry, must have some poetic elements, as well as some formal symbols and operations of math.”  At least I think it is: I claim it has poetic elements but have no idea whether he would agree since his definition fails to say what a poetic element is (nor indicate how they make a text poetry considering that there are no poetic elements that prose doesn’t also have).  Words must be one, unless he’s changed his view that poetry has to have words.  Words denoting a visual image should be another, metaphors a third.  Both of these my poem has, “meadows” denoting a visual image, and its period acting as a metaphor for the effect of winter on the meadow.

Since my poem also has mathematical symbols (the equals sign and the parentheses and slanted line indicating a fraction) and “contains” the mathematical operation of multiplication (“meadow.” times :/.) , it has everything St. Thomasina would require it to have to be a mathematical poem.

That being the case, it is odd that he disputes its being that, claiming that it, and all the poems I call “mathemaku” that I’ve composed, are visual poems.  Geof Huth would agree with me that it is a mathematical poem, but would agree with St. Thomasino that it is a visual poem.  It is, of course, true that it is visually represented on the page.  It can, however, be orally conveyed as easily as any other written work.  Even if that were not the case, however, I would say that a poem must be visioaesthetically significant to qualify as a visual poem.  Otherwise any printed poem must be considered a visual poem.  Even if one were to argue that conventional textemes like letters and punctuation marks are verbal, not visual elements, it would surely make poems penned by cartographers visual poetry although the cartography would only be decorative, not poetically meaningful, and any conventional avisual poem could be calligraphically enhanced. I oppose that because it would make the class, “visual poem,” taxonomically too large to be useful.

It would mean that “1 + 1 = 2″ is a visual rather than symbolic (I would say, “verbal”) representation of a mathematical expression, too.  Why not, instead, consider mathematical symbols, which are widely held to be semiotic, to be verbal symbol since a “+” is really just an ampersand, which is really just “and, ” and no mathematical symbol not readily acting as a word or phrase?

At this point, I think I’ve established that my poem is mathematical.  For St. Thomasino and others, however, my further contention, that it does mathematics, is questionable–although it does for Kaz Maslanka (whose definition of “equational poetry,” one of several kinds of poetry he considers to be mathematical, it satisfies).  To tackle this question, we must define what “doing mathematics” is.  I would say it is “carrying out a mathematical operation on mathematical terms,” the operations and terms being what everyone would agree they are: e.g., in my poem, addition, finding a root, equating for the first, numbers and things having numerical values for the second.

My poem clearly carries out the mathematical operations of equating one term or terms with another term or set of terms, and of dividing one term by another.  If these are not mathematical operations, I’m very curious as to what they are.  They are not analogous to mathematical operations as far as I can see, they are identical in all respects to equating and division.

They terms they are operations on, however, are not mathematical.  They can reasonably be called analogous to mathematical terms rather than identical to them.  (Although if push comes to shove, they can  be made identical to them, as I will show in due course.)  So, we have in this poem two mathematical operations being carried out on (apparently) non-mathematical terms.  Is that enough to allow that mathematics is being done.  That is, can an event which is partially but not wholly mathematical be considered mathematical.  I say yes, although I think it’s a subjective matter.

It makes sense to say yes, because by agreeing that my poem, and others like it, “do mathematics,” we distinguish them from all the poems that do not in any way do mathematics, and this is a significant difference between poems like mine and those others– significant enough to deserve them their own category in a taxonomy of poetry.

If we say they aren’t doing math because they do things other than math, we have to say chemistry, for instance, is not mathematical, because only some of the many things involved in chemistry are mathematical.  I can bear it’s being said that my poem doesn’t do math, but I think it insane to say it is not mathematical.

To really pin down the point, let me make “March” = 100, “meadows” = 20, “:” = 5, and “.” = -10.  Plugging in those values, the equation that my poem is acts 100% like any mathematical equation.  And like the physics equation “energy equals mas times the speed of light squared.”  Nor is there anything stopping me from giving aestho-numerical values to everything on earth.

A final debate remains: whether only poems satisfying my narrow definition of “mathematical poetry” qualify as such.  My definition is “poem whose engagent must carry out a mathematical operation in order fully to appreciate the poem aesthetically.”  Another definition would be “poem some or all of whose textual elements undergo a mathematical operation the result of which is central to the poem’s aesthetic value.”  I say it is on the grounds that is is the only kind of poem in which mathematics takes place rather than generates a text or is discussed.  I’ve already said why subject matter is a worthless significant element on which to base a taxonomy of poetry since it will start such a taxonomy out with thousands or millions of categories.

I think I may have said most of what I have to say on the subject.  But there’s always more to say, so I’m sure I’ll return to it.  Tomorrow, probably.

Entry 167 — Example of a Mathematical Poem

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

Question: how could any rational person say this is not mathematical?

Entry 166 — Some Background on My Definition of Mathematical Poetry

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

It doesn’t look like my latest attempt to discuss the definition of mathematical poetry with Gregory St. Thomasino is going to get anywhere.  In any case, I thought I’d say a few words about why I want mathematical poetry to be defined as a combination of mathematics and poetry.   It’s pretty simple.  As a taxonomist of poetry, I want to start with as few kinds of poetry at the top of my taxonomy as possible.  Ergo, I split poetry into two kinds: linguexpressive and plurexpressive.  Not great names but the best I could do to suggest with my names what I meant and not seem derogatory about either category.  Linguexpressive poetry is poetry whose mode of expression is language.  This category became necessary only with the advent of visual poetry, whose mode of expression is language and visual imagery.  Make that averbal visual imagery.

Now, I could have one major category for each kind of poetry that uses a different mode of expression besides the verbalm which all poems use in my poetics, but I preferred to adhere to my rule of having as few categories at each level as possible.  Hence, the split into linguexpressive poetry, or poetry of words only, and plurexpressive poetry, or poetry using more than one expressive modality.

Subcategories of plurexpressive poetry would then be the various kinds of poetry using more than just words–such as “mathematical poetry,” which expresses itself mathematically as well as verbally.

A suggested definition of mathematical poetry as any kind of poetry that has anything whatever to do with mathematics seems to me taxonomically unwieldy.   It would require the taxonomy it was in to have categories based on subject matter; that is, if you classify a poem about mathematics as mathematical poetry, then you have to classify all poems on the basis of what they are about–Hollywood poems, ocean liner poems, kitchen utensil poems.

Of course, people do refer to poems by what they’re about, but they are, I claim, only describing them, not classifying them, or not classifying them formally.  I contend that a rational taxonomy of poetry must be based on what they are as mechanisms, not on what they are about.  At least at and near the top of a poetry taxonomy.  Let classification by subject matter occur at the very bottom of the taxonomy, if at all.

A simple question should show the logic of what I propose: is Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sonnet about Euclid more like one of Shakespeare’s sonnets or like one of my long division poems?

(Note: Gregory St. Thomasino agrees with me that Millay’s poem is only about mathematics so should not be considered a mathematical poem.)

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Entry 1759 — A Possibly Finished Poem

Saturday, March 21st, 2015

HomageToGomringer21March2015FinalOoops, the above is not my final version, this is:

HomageToGomringer21March2015

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Entry 1709 — I Done A New Math Pome!!!!

Friday, January 30th, 2015

The following is an accident, whether a happy one or a disappointing one, who knows.  What happened was that I was looking through my digital files for a poem for Bill Michele and came across the divisor and dividend of this one in a folder labeled, “Long Division Problems Worth Attacking.”  I immediately wanted to attack it.  What’s below is the result (so far–I’m not sure whether it needs more work or not):

SentimentalLongDivision Poem-No.1

 

I think I was in the mood to work on it because of my thinking about HSAM yesterday.  It may be my first autobiographical long division poem.  The only unauthentic thing in it is the divisor.  Actually, they may well have been there, hard to imagine they would not have been.  But they’re not in my memory of the episode.  Extremely sentimental, yes?  It’s very simple but perhaps still “difficult” for many . . .   Will it nonetheless make me famous?

I’d sorta like to do more poems like it, but have no ideas for any yet.
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Entry 1604 — Almost Finished

Saturday, October 18th, 2014

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Here’s my “light” poem again:

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FaerealityIntoAthensRevised

I felt that “faereality” was strained as my divisor.  I wanted light becoming Apollo, whom I consider a god of rationality, times a kind of reverse of rationality, and faereality was certainly that, but it felt wrong.  I believe now that what was wrong with it was that it opposed reality as well as rationality, and I don’t think of Athens as being significantly unreal.  I considered using “intuition” or “intui-tiveness,” but felt they were to abstract.  Then I thought of “X,” representing the unknown.  It could stand for anything, which made it an easy choice–but also a kind of cop-out.  So I made it a window on a part of faereality, or (happy) magic.  I could take Athens as being to a degree magical, but only to the small degree I thought my fragment of faereality would give it.  As I write this, I’m no longer sure I was right.

In any case, I soon felt my “X” was too lazy a choice.  At that point, I remembered the version of “mystery” I’d used in my “Odysseus Suite,” and re-used elsewhere.  I thought I might use it times X as my divisor.  When I found it, though, I saw it already had an “x!”  I changed it slightly to what it is here.  It worked pretty well, I thought, for the amazing rise of Athens was as mysterious as it was magical.  And both opposed rationality.  The rest of my term worked, too–the combination of “idea” and “dream,” the hint of “yesterday, ” and the allusion to my poem about Odysseus, specifically the portion of it about his homecoming was a lucky bonus.

I now think I was right about including magic in my divisor.  No great event is without that.  The allusion back to several poems of mine that “faereality” is part of, is a nice extra, too.  Speaking of that, I began to make more of the fact that I was using so many things in this poem from other poems of mine: just about the whole of the divisor, but also the idea of stacked terms from more than one poem of mine, including in particular the one with the swans in it the preceded this one.  I began to think that I might by now, without thinking about it, have developed a sort of set visiopoetic mathematical terms.   What, I wondered, if I were to begin consciously making such terms and repeating them through a sequence as a way of knitting it more effectively together.  Inter-textuality.  Something to think about . . .

As for this particular poem, it still needs a background, and I probably need to color “Athens.”  I may have all its essential components right, though.

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Note: Yesterday I saw my GP and he felt my problems with the my legs were due to various back problems we already knew about but considered minor.  He still feels my problem is minor but no longer so minor as to ignore, so he prescribed physical therapy.  I’ll be signing up for it on Monday.  I’m to go back to him if there are no signs of its helping in two weeks.
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Entry 1603 — Thoughts and a Story

Friday, October 17th, 2014

The following is from an email I sent to Karl Kempton in reply to a thoughtful response of his to my entry of today, the 16th:

Still walking on partial legs.  Being the kind of person I am, I’m thinking maybe what’s screwing me up is polio: in fact, I’m hoping it’s that instead of what I’m sure it is: brain cancer–although I had some kind of scan of my brain when I went to the hospital a month or so ago about this same problem and it was negative.

One interesting thing: I’ve sort of given up on myself–and it’s a kind of release: I’m just doing things I like to do, the heck with the things I think I should do.  Fortunately most of the things I like best to do may be worth doing, like an essay I’m writing about my “Mathemaku No. 10,” which is on the cover of the Journal of Mathematics and the Arts.  I’m calling the essay, “The Story of My One Almost-Famous Poem” (“almost-famous” because it got into a college textbook, then into a hard-cover mathematics poetry anthology and finally into the JMA).  I’m trying to depict the lot of the invisible poet.

Here’s the essay I was working on–which I find too cut and dry, so I guess it’s a rough draft:

The Story of my One Almost-Famous Poem
by Bob Grumman

MathemakuNo10The poem above was first published in a micropress publication containing just 7 poems of mine called, simply, Mathemaku 6-12.  The press (which I term a “micropress” because too small in readership to be considered a “small press”) was “tel-let,” the publisher was John Martone, the poems involved were what I considered to be mathematical haiku—i.e., short lyrical poems in which a metaphorically significant mathematical operation, like the long division of “Mathemaku No. 10,” was carried out.

John had previously published the first five of my mathemaku in 1992 in a collection called, yes, Mathemaku 1-5.  Mathemaku 13-19 came out in 1996. Like me, John was what people call “an experimental poet”—and I call “an otherstream poet,” meaning basically a poet seeking poetic fulfillment in a different stream than the one most poets do.  Hence, we were both getting published in the same very few magazines receptive to unconventional poetry.  I don’t remember now how it came about, but a correspondence developed between us.  Soon after that, I used my micropress, the Runaway Spoon Press, to publish some of his poems, and he reciprocated by publishing some of mine . . . or vice versa.  Such is the way it generally is in the micropress: it’s either self-publication or publication by colleagues who like what one is doing.

During the next ten or fifteen years, “Mathemaku No. 10” got re-published a few times, mostly at my poetry blog, poeticks.com, or elsewhere on the Internet.  Eventually, came its publication (as a visual poem, which it is not) in the college textbook the half-page I’ve reproduced is from.  Interestingly, I was supposed to get paid for my contribution with a copy of the book, but never did, nor did anyone replay to the letters I sent the publisher about what I thought was a minor mix-up.  I eventually bought a second-hand softcover copy of the thing from Amazon.

It’s not a visual poem in my view, incidentally, because the heart and the two pieces of arithmetical paraphernalia are the only things in it that are not purely verbal, and they are all symbols with specific meanings, just like words, much more than suggestive visual images, so I consider them to be acting primarily as words, albeit pictorial.

The textbook was printed in an edition of over a hundred thousand, I believe.  And one student actually wrote me about my poem!  A year later it was included in the only other hardbound book I’ve ever had anything in: an anthology called Strange Attractors, edited by Sarah Glaz and JoAnne Growney, who were among the poets writing mathematics-related poems that I had recently met at a conference for such people in Washington, D.C., having by then encountered some of them on the Internet.

As a result of my friendship with Sarah, my poem made its final splash (so far!) with an appearance on the cover of the March-June 2014 issue of Journal of Mathematics and the Arts (with an essay on “visiomathematical poetry and a book review by me inside!) that Sarah had been the guest-editor of.

And here, in this essay, is my poem yet again.  But it can’t possibly make me more almost-famous, can it?

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Entry 1602 — Long Division of Athens

Thursday, October 16th, 2014

Here’s my latest, unfinished:

FaerealityIntoAthens

The neato recreation of Ancient Athens in my poem was stolen from www.sikyon.com.  It is copyrighted by Ellen Papkyriakou/ Anagnostou, with all rights reserved.  If I’m still around in 2015, I’ll try to get permission from her to use it here.  Still here, you wonder?  Well, I think my nervous system is about to go.  Lou Gehrig’s disease?  I don’t know.  I seem to only be half in touch with the lower part of my legs, especially after sitting for a half-hour or more.  It’s as though they are on the way to being asleep.  I can still walk on them, but if I jog a few paces, I feel the left one beginning to give way.  I will be seeing my regular doctor Friday.  A week or so after that I have an appointment with the surgeon who did my hip replacement.  My hip now feels about the way it did when I went to him to get the replacement.  Whether that’s related to my leg problem, I don’t know.  It’s quite interesting.  Needless to say, I give myself only a fifty-fifty chance to make it into 2015, but that’s just me, always sure of the worst when anything like this happens to me, but sure of the best when it happens to anybody else.  Anyway, I’m proud of myself for finally converting my notes for the thing above into a semi-finished product.  Gotta add color, and I may change the divisor, but don’t feel up to it right now (15 October, 2 P.M.).

Nota Morbeedissima: if I don’t never finish the above, I’d be grateful is someone else did, following how I done my swan one.  Actually, I would not be able to be grateful, but you know wot I mean.

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Entry 1597 — My Swan Poem, Finished

Saturday, October 11th, 2014

ReasonIntoDreams10October2014

I finished this at around 5 P.M, yesterday, and immediately stuck it here.  I plan to comment on it tomorrow, when perhaps I’ve calmed down a little about how terrific it is.

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Entry 1589 — “Homage to Debussy”

Friday, October 3rd, 2014

A month or two ago, I suddenly had ideas for poems that I took notes on.  Seeing the notes yesterday when hunting for something else I never found, I saw enough of the poem below to work it out.  I made the version below this morning.  It’s not finished.  I want to think a little more about it.  I feel “reason” and “intuition” need inner colors.  I hope an idea for a background occurs to me, although I wouldn’t say it needs one.  The interior of “dreams,” by the way, consists of a fragment of “faereality” from other poems using that, with the coloring shown here.  My clever little way of alluding faery magic into this poem’s idea of a dream.

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Conclusion: my career as a poet ain’t over quite yet, I guess.  The one thing that bothers me about my few recent works is how little visimagery counts in them.

Observation: whenever I get intensely into one project, I seem to flood with ideas for others.  Nice, but the danger is my getting distracted into four or five completing projects.  But I did finish the second-to-last draft (for some reason, I just don’t want to use “penultimate”) of my novel yesterday.  And I swear I’ll get the final draft done before 2015.
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Entry 1586 — “Moonlight Equation”

Tuesday, September 30th, 2014

intuition + reason = moonlight + pond

I’m bringing the poem above back from an earlier but recent entry because when I just happened to see it Sunday night, it made me realize a virtue of mathematical poetry I hadn’t thought of before: that an simple equation in the form a + b = c + d  strongly suggests each of the terms has a different value than the others; hence a must be part c and part d, which means the reader has an extra meaning to muse about: in my poem, just how much moonlight, for instance, is intuition, and how much reason.  Ditto for each of the others.  In other words, “intuition + reason = pond” would be a nice poem, but not nearly as loaded as “intuition + reason = moonlight + pond.”  To over-argue my point, the three-term poem consists of one mathematical idea, the other of five mathematical ideas.

No more for this entry.  I’m having another tired of my tired days, but just got through another chapter of my book, one I don’t think I made more than two or three changes to.

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Entry 1568 — Me ‘n’ Riesman, Part 2

Friday, September 12th, 2014

After more reading of The Lonely Crowd, I’ve decided I’m very much inner-directed, according to Riesman’s description of the type.  I got him wrong when I though his inner-directed type was similar to my rigidnik.  I now an unsure how his autonomous type differs from his inner-directed type.  According to Riesman, many of his readers, including colleagues of his, confused the two.  I now see why–and Riesman himself seems to consider it a natural mistake.  (He is excellently self-critical, it seems to me, but has surprising blind spots: for instance, about the possibility of innate psychological tendencies: he mentions such a possibility every once in a while, but quickly drops the subject, seeming to take social determinism the only important kind of determinism in the main body of his book–or so my impression is after not going very far in it.)

I’m also wondering how Riesman’s other-directed types ultimately differ from his tradition-directed types.  Possibly, I just thought, because their memories coincide with their environmental input?  They pray to whomever their tribal god is only partly because they’ve been trained to, but mostly because everyone else in the tribe is.  The inner-directed person prays to his god because of his indoctrination entirely: he more or less has to because he is part of Riesman’s inner-directed society and thus not sure of having the right people to imitate.

The autonomous person will differ from the inner-directed person only in that he will be much more likely to question his indoctrination.

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Last night while lying in bed hoping for sleep to come, I suddenly had a few ideas for poems, two of which follow:

intuition + reason = moonlight + pond

MathemakuOceanaI’m not sure whether they’re finished or not, or whether, if finished, they’re keepers or not.
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Entry 1540 — A New Work of Mine at Truck

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

Just an announcement today as I ccontinue to try to get my current reviews out of the way (and do seem to slowly be succeeding in doing so).  Go here to see “An Evening in June, 1952,” a nostalikuical long division about (sob) my lost boyhood, mostly the part of it spent in boys’ adventure books, but also actual times camping out. Click once on my poem to see a better version of it.

The codes are simple, but I’ve put hints that help down at the far right, if you need them. Further hints available for $12 apiece at HINTS, 1708 Hayworth Road, Port Charlotte FL 33952. (Note, for those of you keeping score: yes, it is a Major Poem.) (Note, for any knownstreamer accidentally here who laughs at the presumption of my declaration, I dare you to present a cogent argument against it.  Not that my declaration isn’t intended as a joke, but only in part.  I absolutely believe it.  I don’t think all or even most, of my poems are major, but if–at my age–I didn’t feel some were it would indicate that I’ve completely wasted my life.)

(((b=a, 5=e)))

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Entry 373 — “Cursive Mathemaku No. 1″ « POETICKS

Entry 373 — “Cursive Mathemaku No. 1″

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The past few days, I’ve been trying to get my mathemaku numbered and filed in order.  I’m up to Number 49.  Don’t know what Number 50 is.  It will take time to arrange the rest of my mathemaku.  I’ll have to go through a lot of diary and blog entries.  I rarely date finished print-outs, but often date rough drafts, especially the first ones.

For the heck of it, I rated my first 49: 16 of them I consider first-rate, 25 okay, and 8 not too hot.  I’ll probably keep them since sometimes others get something out of works one doesn’t think of oneself.

Anyway, the above turned up at position 34.  I’d forgotten about it and don’t think I ever posted it, so here it is.  It’s one of the ones I rate “okay.”  At the time I made it, I thought cursive mathemaku would be a fine vein for me to follow up on, but I did only this one–and my “Long Division of Haiku,” which is one of my 8 disappointing children.

Further notes about my first 49 mathemaku: they actually consist of probably something like 80 mathemaku since they include six or seven sequences, one of them quite long, The Long Division of Poetry.  I’m sure I’ve done over a hundred mathemaku by now, but I doubt that I’m up to “Mathemaku No. 100″ yet.

5 Responses to “Entry 373 — “Cursive Mathemaku No. 1″”

  1. nico says:

    this i like. keep it. do no touch ups.

  2. marton koppany says:

    A very beautiful piece!

  3. Bob Grumman says:

    Thanks:

    Nico–but I’m itching to make one very small change! I probably won’t. IF I do, I promise not to mess with it otherwise.

    Marton. Yours and Nico’s encouragement is much appreciated. Your eyes are as good as they come. I hope you get me to do a few more cursive poems. I’ve let some ideas wander in but they so far have all kept going.

    –Bob

  4. Kevin Kelly says:

    I like this. I think the cursive really flows well with the illustration. Would like to see more of these.

  5. Bob Grumman says:

    Thanks, Kevin. This one has now gotten three compliments. I did try to do another cursive but it turned off into something else. I do want to try more, though.

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Entry 584 — An & & My Full Triptych « POETICKS

Entry 584 — An & & My Full Triptych

It seems that almost every time I seem to be getting productive, something knocks me down.  This time it’s only a lost entry–this one, that I was trying to correct some detail of and lost in the process–without realizing it, so was not able to try to find the lost material by backing up until it was too late.  So now I have to spend an hour or so, restoring what I can recall of what was here two days ago. 

 One item was this by Moribund Face:
 
 

And all three of my frames of “Triptych for Tom Phillips”:

About the ampersand, I commented something about how it expressed the essence of “andness.”  I loved the way its bird regurgitated what looked like all of itself, while looking to continue “anding” forever.  I said little about my full triptych except that if you click on them, you’ll see a larger image of them which may be helpful although still very small–and in black&white.  The original frames are each eleven by seventeen.  Oh, one thing I did point out was that the frames are about, “departure,” “journey” and “arrival,” and are intended to be about them in the largest sense, but particularly about them with regard to arriving–for either an engagent of it or its author.

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Sunday, 4 October 2011.  Sunday is hazy to me now, three days in the past as it is.  I played tennis early in the morning–badly.  I didn’t return to my Shakespeare book, but evidentally got a blog entry posted, and probably wrote an exhibition hand-out or two.

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Entry 1123 — Guest Appearance « POETICKS

Entry 1123 — Guest Appearance

One good thing that happened as a result of my recent foolery with an ellipsis is this from Marton Koppany, which he calls, “Hunch–for Bob”:

HunchForBob

Meanwhile, I revised my ellipsis poem yet again.  I believe I am now done with it:

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3 Responses to “Entry 1123 — Guest Appearance”

  1. karl kempton says:

    a keeper for certain

  2. Bob Grumman says:

    Thanks, Karl! Whether you meant mine or Marton’s! But I know you meant both, right!?

  3. karl kempton says:

    speaking of yours

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