Entry 390 — Two Poems from three Years Ago « POETICKS

Entry 390 — Two Poems from three Years Ago

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Just about three years ago I wrote a version of the following poem:

.             Poem has a question

.             Whose sleep is the sky?
.             For hours and
.             hours Poem
.             wondered.

I improved it just now by deleting its previous two last words, “about that.”

Note: I find that the day after I wrote the above, I “improved” it by adding ten or twelve lines to it.  I hereby disown that version.

The following is a re-done poem I sent a year or more earlier to something going on in Mexico.  I was trying to do something with the show’s theme of International friendship, or something.  Barely worth keeping, I’d say but may some will enjoy it.

Note: as should be obvious from the way I strained tofind things for this entry, I’m still blah.

5 Responses to “Entry 390 — Two Poems from three Years Ago”

  1. marton koppany says:

    Whose sleep is the sky.

  2. Bob Grumman says:

    Aah, you minimalists!

    But possibly yours is an equal but different version of the poem; I like Poem physically in his poems, though, and the emphasis on the time the question intrigues him. There’s even a juxtaphor (implicit metaphor) between the motion of the sky and the motion of Poem’s wonder–for me, at any rate.

  3. marton koppany says:

    It just came to my mind as a possible “answer” to Poem’s “question”. Perhaps, yes, because he was physically there. :-)

  4. Kevin Kelly says:

    I’m still working my way in reverse (top to bottom) on your blog, Bobby, so I may find more like these, but I think there’s something really interesting going on in “Mathemaku No. 21,” specifically in the figure after the minus sign. I like the possibilities with the reverse type creating new shapes inside those already created in the mashing up of letters.

  5. Bob Grumman says:

    Thanks for the look, Kevin.

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Entry 624 — A Change of Mind « POETICKS

Entry 624 — A Change of Mind

 

In Entry 536, I called the following a “misfire.” It made no sense to me. Coming across it again a week or so ago, I completely changed my mind: it makes perfect sense to me, now (if only meta-rationally). I now think of it as being as good as anything I’ve yet done. I also decided my “Cursive Mathemaku No. 2″ is probably better without the colored background I added to it.  Sometimes, though, I actually finish a piece permanently.

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Entry 491 — Rough Sketch of Another Poem « POETICKS

Entry 491 — Rough Sketch of Another Poem

This one I call “Cursive Mathemaku No. 3.”

 

This is another one that, so far, I like a lot.  I even think it should be popular!  In any event, there’s a lot more work I have to do–color the writing (I’m pretty sure) and work out background.  The latter will be a combination, I think, of what I did with my preceding poem, and what I’ve done with my other two cursive mathemaku.  I’m looking forward to playing with it, but also fearing to. 

2 Responses to “Entry 491 — Rough Sketch of Another Poem”

  1. marton koppany says:

    It is beautiful, Bob! One question though: what is the first letter of the divident (before “aereality”?)? I can’t dechiper it.

  2. marton koppany says:

    Ok, sorry for my old English.
    (And thanks for the clue, Bob, that you sent me in a email message.)

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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 1669 — “A Bukowski Poem”

Monday, December 22nd, 2014

Did too much busywork in my practiceptual awareness today to be able to provide anything more here than a poem of mine I just came across that was in Harry Burrus’s O!!Zone 98, one of a series of O!!Zones that featured a lot of good work, much of it at a higher level than my poem–which isn’t to say that my poem ain’t pretty good.  I had been writing Poem poems by 1998, so am not sure why this one wasn’t one.  Possibly I later put Poem into it.  If not, I may yet.

A Bukowski Poem

Because it’s been nearly a
year since I last wrote
anything remotely like a poem I’ve
decided to try my
hand at just jotting down
what would be unpunctuated
agrammatical prose except
for its linebreaks what I
call a Bukowski Poem after its
inventor William Carlos O’Hara it might
be fun and who knows it
might also get me going
again or even turn out worth
while of itself in a minor
way as such poems can for
instance if after awkwarding
to the final drab of flatness you go
for just a little more like
say the alley side
of a North Hollywood delicatessen
awning just the way the shade’s
turned its red to rust
can by contrast bridegroom
a reader to oceanic
expansions at which point you
should end your poem unless you go
in for anti-climaxes which can
be effective too.

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Entry 1652 — 2 Laxian Repeater-Stack Poems

Friday, December 5th, 2014

I was having a great time commenting on an article in yesterday’s issue of the online magazine, Aeon, then pasting my comments, with further comments into this entry when my computer managed to lose one of my comments at Aeon and everything I had written here–in spite of my having remembered twice to save what I had here.  So I’m in a sour mood now, and just posted a poem I just composed followed by Marton Koppany’s preliminary Hungarian translation not of it, but of my first draft of it:

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Note: according to the translator of my poem, a person’s first name in Hungarian is not first.  I think that only half explains the problems with Hungarians, however.  –BG

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Entry 1591 — “The Night Times Who”

Sunday, October 5th, 2014

Here’s the  poem I made the “tyger” image for yesterday:

BurningTyger2

I made the original, in black and white, a little over a decade ago.

Meanwhile, I’ve discovered that my new poem of a couple of days ago with the swans is screwed up.  I must change both its remainder and its subdividend product.  I have a good idea, I think, for the latter, and a vague one for the remainder.

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Entry 1566 — “View from a Small Bridge”

Wednesday, September 10th, 2014

View from a Small Bridge    water  water rippling nowhere               in particular  but          everywhere                       in general    

This poem is based on my crossing a small bridge over a canal and for some reason finding the canal water especially restful.  I thought out a haiku about it that included the present title of the poem and its first three lines, in slightly different words.  Then I added “but everywhere in general”–mainly, I have to admit, because it gave the poem, I thought, a feeling of portentously mysterious but essentially vacuous depth.  But I’ve gradually come to think it also an answer to my wondering where the water would ripple if not to nowhere.  So  it makes rational sense once one considers where water might go when made more than water (or the word , “water,” made more than a straight-forward denotation).
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Entry 1550 — Back to the English

Tuesday, August 26th, 2014

Here are the original versions of two of the Poem poems I posted two entries ago:

PoemsCaliforniaCareer

Beachscene

Poem is my alter-ego, so sometimes me, but sometimes an imaginary me. The first poem in some strange surrealistic way (my intuition tells me) sums up my attempt to become a known writer, of plays mostly, during the fifteen years I spent from 1968 to 1983 in Los Angeles.  I think maybe the ocean of the poem is Poem’s alter ego . . .

The second poem is about my life from 1983 in Florida, where I still am and will probably be for the rest of my life.  The scene is more or less real; the heron is definitely real.  My mood and thoughts (authentic) are from more than one different scene.

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Entry 1549 — Translation Translation by Google

Monday, August 25th, 2014

I wasn’t sure what poem of mine was the bottom one in the set of Hungarian versions I posted yesterday, so had Google translate “vecen.” It gave “plumbing” for that. I thought the poem concerned was probably one I remembered with “toilet” in the title but couldn’t find it in my book, Of Poem (dbqp press, 1995), which I thought all three of my poems were from.  So I had the first line translated.  “Verse engineering sectors during?”  That didn’t help.  By then, however, I thought it’d be fun to have Google translate the whole poem back to English and put the result here:

The Toilet

Verse engineering sectors during
almost bllinding certainty recognize
o the greatest lines in the poem
the history of the universe.
Kuncognia had to, because he thought
how much
hold for what everyone
I admit that.

By adding “a” before “vecen,” I got an accurate translation of the title, but most of the rest of the text was a bit off. Close enough, however,  for me to find the poem in my second collection of Poem poems, Poem Demerging (Phrygian Press, 2010):

On the Toilet

Between movements, it occurred to Poem
with an almost bllinding certainty
that his were the most superb works of any art
or science
in the history of the cosmos.
He chuckled as he thought of how long
it would take the rest of the world
to realize this.

Much thanks to Geof Huth and Arnold Skemer for publishing, respectively, Of Poem, and Poem Demerging.

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Entry 1548 — 3 Poems in Hungarian

Sunday, August 24th, 2014

I’ve actually been semi-productive lately, getting nine reviews, two columns and an editorial done for Small Press Review, and some work on an essay that may turn into a book about boredom.  Consequently, after Here are three of my Poem poems in Koppanaical Hungarian:

3 Hungarian Poems

They are from Kalligram, March 2010, with sundry visual poems by such as Geof Huth, Endwar, Nico Vassilakis, Dan Waber, Karl Young (also in Hungarian) . . .  Marton Koppany’s doings, needless to say.
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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 1393 — Advice for Beginning Poet

Saturday, March 15th, 2014

Below I prove that what many poet-teachers tell those wanting to become poet is 100% valid: if you want to become as good a poet as you can be, write poetry every day. This is easy to do is you are willing to write anything.  Be willing!  You can destroy the bad stuff later.  And you’ll be surprised to find that soon you’ll occasionally write something pretty good even if you had absolutely no desire to write anything, so just scribbled enough words to be able fulfill your daily requirement.  More often you’ll write crap . . . but stumble into something with potential.

I suspect that if you do this long enough–five or ten years–you’ll start automatically writing good, sometimes great, poems almost every day.  John M. Bennett does.  I can’t verify this from my own experience, because I’ve never written a poem or more a day.  In fact, I think I’ve gone several months without writing a single all-text poem–until today.  I’m not sure why this is.  I once wrote a novel over 200,000 words in length, daily writing two or three thousand words–except a couple of times.  (I do think breaks of a day or weekend are a good idea.)  And I’ve written a daily diary entry for years, finally getting too disgust with how wretchedly dull they were that I stopped for several months.  I’m back to doing them now.

I may have too deep a null zone to be able to do more than a bit of prose when I’m at its bottom, which seems to occur more frequently as I age.  When I was in my twenties and thirties, I specialized in playwriting, and pretty much did the equivalent of a poem-a-day.  I think one reason I never got into the habit (except for a few short periods of maybe a month or two) is that I didn’t consider myself primarily a poet until my forties.  Even then, I considered myself as much a critic and theoretical psychologist as poet.  After today, though, I’m going to try to take my advice and be a poet, however horrible, at least once a day.

Okay, here’s the poem I forced myself to write for this blog entry because I had no desire to write anything whatever for it but felt dutybound to:

PoemAmusedIs it much of a poem?  I sure don’t think so, although I hope someone will tell me it is, and–frankly–something in me tells me it may be.  I just threw it together out of thoughts I had regarding the website I wrote about in yesterday’s entry.   It was so extremely unheightened that I changed “thought” to “thoughghghghghght” to allow my little joke about making the poem more specialized.  Later I shifted the gh‘s and changed an i to Y.  I had gone from just typing words to minor involvement as a poet in what they were doing.  That will almost always happen, at least when you’ve been writing poems long enough.

Not wanting my text to have no poetic interest, at all, I then went into my “high-poetic mode,” the mode I more or less consciously go into when trying for some kind of haiku-moment or the equivalent in a poem.  Even an epiphany.  I grab something with surrealistic potential and try to lapse into something unrelated to it that I somehow marry to it, anyway (to use an archaic form of “marry”).  Since my Poem poems are automatically surrealistic in that they are about a “real” person” inside the words of a poem, it was easy to steal the crow from a poem of Roethke’s I especially like and just have it fly into the poem I was writing to give the poem an image, at least, and confuse it out of total dullness.

I ended the poem with the crow regionating into the exactly correct letter to give the poem what it needed.  He at first regioned into the letter, but that didn’t sound quite right!  By then I was in my poetry zone–which means I was feeling like I was a poet, but not necessarily composing anything worthwhile.  Once I’m there, I tend to fiddle with a piece, sometimes for hours.  This time I noticed my first line, then “Poem was amused to find out that the”.  I tend to break lines at the “wrong place” now and then to keep a reader on his toes.  Well, seeing another “the” at the end of one of my lines, the idea of the column of “the’s” occurred to me.  That idea, extended to the “The.” at the end (from Stevens) made the whole exercise a Grand Success as far as I was concerned.  I don’t think the “The-column” saved the poem, but I do think it has great potential that I hope to exploit–but feel others should be able to, too.

Note: various versions of the “The column” have no doubt been done by others, but it is excitingly new for me, and I suspect I am using it, or think I am using it, differently from anybody else.  Not that it matters.  Well, I guess it does to me.  Any, the way I hope to use it is as a stack of repetitions of some single word that the body of a poem mostly ignores but sometimes goes through and ends at.  A further idea: a second text like the body of the poem on the other side of the column.  I have other ideas.  (It just struck me that I’ve been influenced a lot by what Alan has been treating us to at New Poetry.  Maybe stealing from him!  I refuse to investigate the matter.)

Oh, one more thing.  The “sur” in the poem was intended to be sure.”  But when I saw it, I didn’t correct it (which would have involved going back to Paint Shop because it’s so hard to get the formatting of poems right as texts at this site) because of its meaning as part of “surreal.”  So I got “making ‘above,’” which fit.  Second piece of advice: be on the look-out for accidents to exploit.

Ha, I see I got a fourteen-liner, counting the title, so I could call this a sonnet, but will not–nor would even if I didn’t have to include the title to get fourteen lines.

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Entry 1228 — Protozoa, Part 2

Sunday, September 29th, 2013

Here is the corrected version of my piece in Shadows of the Future (it’s now in the latter, too, thanks to Jeff Side):

MaplingRevised

I’m still too blah to say why the change was (vitally) necessary, but I told Jeff, when asking him if he could switch versions, that, for me, it would be like changing “5 x 10 = 2″ to “5 x 2 = 10″–which should give you a huge clue as to my thinking.

And now, from Wikipedia, to make this the first blog in history to contain an entry on mathematical poetry and protozoa, is some information about the flagella of protozoa:

Types

Three types of flagella have so far been distinguished; bacterial, archaeal and eukaryotic.

The main differences among these three types are summarized below:

  • Bacterial flagella are helical filaments, each with a rotary motor at its base which can turn clockwise or counterclockwise.  They provide two of several kinds of bacterial motility.
  • Archaeal flagella (Archaella) are superficially similar to bacterial flagella, but are different in many details and considered non-homologous.
  • Eukaryotic flagella – those of animal, plant, and protist cells – are complex cellular projections that lash back and forth. Eukaryotic flagella are classed along with eukaryotic motile cilia as undulipodia to emphasize their distinctive wavy appendage role in cellular function or motility. Primary cilia are immotile, and are not undulipodia; they have a structurally different 9+0 axoneme rather than the 9+2 axoneme found in both flagella and motile cilia undulipodia.

Bacterial

Physical model of a bacterial flagellum

Structure and composition. The bacterial flagellum is made up of the protein flagellin. Its shape is a 20 nanometer-thick hollow tube. It is helical and has a sharp bend just outside the outer membrane; this “hook” allows the axis of the helix to point directly away from the cell. A shaft runs between the hook and the basal body, passing through protein rings in the cell’s membrane that act as bearings. Gram-positive organisms have 2 of these basal body rings, one in the peptidoglycan layer and one in the plasma membrane. Gram-negative organisms have 4 such rings: the L ring associates with the lipopolysaccharides, the P ring associates with peptidoglycan layer, the M ring is embedded in the plasma membrane, and the S ring is directly attached to the plasma membrane. The filament ends with a capping protein.

The flagellar filament is the long helical screw that propels the bacterium when rotated by the motor, through the hook. In most bacteria that have been studied, including the Gram negative Escherichia coli, Salmonella typhimurium, Caulobacter crescentus, and Vibrio alginolyticus, the filament is made up of eleven protofilaments approximately parallel to the filament axis. Each protofilament is a series of tandem protein chains. However in Campylobacter jejuni, there are seven protofilaments.

The basal body has several traits in common with some types of secretory pores, such as the hollow rod-like “plug” in their centers extending out through the plasma membrane. Given the structural similarities between bacterial flagella and bacterial secretory systems, it is thought that bacterial flagella may have evolved from the type three secretion system; however, it is not known for certain whether these pores are derived from the bacterial flagella or the bacterial secretory system.

Motor. The bacterial flagellum is driven by a rotary engine (the Mot complex) made up of protein, located at the flagellum’s anchor point on the inner cell membrane. The engine is powered by proton motive force, i.e., by the flow of protons (hydrogen ions) across the bacterial cell membrane due to a concentration gradient set up by the cell’s metabolism (in Vibrio species there are two kinds of flagella, lateral and polar, and some are driven by a sodium ion pump rather than a proton pump). The rotor transports protons across the membrane, and is turned in the process. The rotor alone can operate at 6,000 to 17,000 rpm, but with the flagellar filament attached usually only reaches 200 to 1000 rpm. The direction of rotation can be switched almost instantaneously, caused by a slight change in the position of a protein, FliG, in the rotor.

The cylindrical shape of flagella is suited to locomotion of microscopic organisms; these organisms operate at a low Reynolds number, where the viscosity of the surrounding water is much more important than its mass or inertia.

The rotational speed of flagella varies in response to the intensity of the proton motive force, thereby permitting certain forms of speed control, and also permitting some types of bacteria to attain remarkable speeds in proportion to their size; some achieve roughly 60 cell lengths / second. Although at such a speed it would take a bacterium about 245 days to cover a kilometre, and although that may seem slow, the perspective changes when the concept of scale is introduced. In comparison to macroscopic life forms it is very fast indeed when expressed in terms of number of body lengths per second. A cheetah for example, only achieves about 25 body lengths / sec.

Through use of their flagella, E. coli are able to move rapidly towards attractants and away from repellents. They do this by means of a biased random walk, with ‘runs’ and ‘tumbles’ brought about by rotating the flagellum counterclockwise and clockwise respectively.

Assembly. During flagellar assembly, components of the flagellum pass through the hollow cores of the basal body and the nascent filament. During assembly, protein components are added at the flagellar tip rather than at the base. In vitro, flagellar filaments assemble spontaneously in a solution containing purified flagellin as the sole protein.

Evolution. The evolution of bacterial flagella has been used as an argument against evolution by creationists. They argue that complex structures like flagella cannot evolve from simple structures. In other words, flagella are “irreducibly complex” and need all of their protein components to function. However, it has been shown by numerous studies that a large number of proteins can be deleted without (complete) loss of function. Moreover, it is generally accepted now that bacterial flagella have evolved from much simpler secretion systems, such as the Type III secretion system.

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Danged inneresting, I think!

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Entry 1226 — Protozoa

Friday, September 27th, 2013

Protozoa.  Single-celled organisms.  Today (26 September) my main desire in life is to understand protozoa.  Right now, I think I’d be wonderfully content if for the rest of my life I could have comfortable living quarters, three good meals a day, whatever medical help I needed, a pile of books on protozoa at all levels, and computer access to a friendly expert in the subject with time for me.  I truly believe I could make important contributions to the field, assuming I stayed alive for four or five years, and my brain didn’t give out on me.

What I’m most interested in investigating is the evolution of the nervous system, which would have begun in some protozoan.  The first puzzle for me is how a protozoan moved.  It’s important so far as a nervous system is concerned because I believe the first nervous system consisted of some sort of path from an area on the periphery of a protozoan that was sensitive to contact with something external to it and reacted to that contact in some manner that caused some kind of signal to flow from the sensitive area to a second area that the second area could read and react to in some manner.  At first, perhaps randomly, but at some point in a way evolutionarily advantageous, like causing the protozoan to move.  Actually, that would not probably be advantageous, but a necessary pre-advantageous step.  It would become advantageous when what the signaling area signaled by chance was a prey the movement pushed the protozoan toward, or a predator the movement pushed it away from.

My guess would be the latter.  I think I’ve gotten too far ahead.  The nervous system would begin confined to the first area.  It would consist only of a sensitivity to one external stimulus.  It would, in fact, be a sensor–a useless sensor until it by chance reacted in a biologically beneficial way  to the stimulus it was sensitive to.  It might, for example, block harmful matter from crossing the cell-membrane–or facilitate the crossing of beneficial matter, like food.

BREAK TIME

Back to how protozoans move.  I got the following from Wikipedia:

Cellular-level motility

At the cellular level, different modes of motility exist:

A flagellum (/fləˈɛləm/; plural: flagella) is a lash-like appendage that protrudes from the cell body of certain prokaryotic and eukaryotic cells. The word flagellum in Latin means whip. The primary role of the flagellum is locomotion but it also often has function as a sensory organelle, being sensitive to chemicals and temperatures outside the cell. Flagella are organelles defined by function rather than structure. There are large differences between different types of flagellum; the prokaryotic and eukaryotic flagella differ greatly in protein composition, structure, and mechanism of propulsion, however both are used for swimming.

An example of a flagellate bacterium is the ulcer-causing Helicobacter pylori, which uses multiple flagella to propel itself through the mucus lining to each the stomach epithelium. An example of a eukaryotic flagellate cell is the mammalian sperm cell, which uses its flagellum to propel itself through the female reproductive tract. Eukaryotic flagella are structurally identical to eukaryotic cilia, although distinctions are sometimes made according to function and/or length.

There’s more on this but the above should provide a good idea of what’s involved in just flagellar motility–which is just one method protozoa use to move, as the continuation below of the list I interrupted makes clear: 

Many cells are not motile, for example Yersinia pestis at 37 °C, Klebsiella pneumoniae and Shigella.

There are also movements to take into consideration:

Movements

The events that are perceived as movements can be directed:

Is all this to much for me?  Who knows?  How far into will go?  Same answer.  I’m not intimidated.  My first thought is that my primary interest, at least to start, is in what protozoa activated before cilia to move.  Maybe just a very small, primitive cilium. . . .

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Entry 611 — Appreciating Mathemaku « POETICKS

Entry 611 — Appreciating Mathemaku

I have another Page available for browsing.  It’s a pdf file called “How to Appreciate a Mathemaku,” consisting of a slide show of about 25 pages in which I take the viewer on a step-by-step tour of a single mathemaku, “Mathemaku in Praise of the Dictionary.”  I’ll have it at my exhibition.  I’d be grateful for any comments on it.  My main concern is whether or not it will help ordinary people get something out of my poems.

Diary Entry

Saturday, 31 December 2011, Noon.  Tennis again after four days off (Thursday because it was in the forties).  I’m still not right but played okay.  After playing, I picked up some thyroid pills.  Now I’m home, not feeling like doing anything productive, but not in the mood for anything to do to evade my chores, like reading.  Later note: I worked a little on the lesson in mathemaku appreciation power-point slide show I have in progress.  Didn’t do anything else.

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Entry 592 — Some n0thingness from Karl Kempton « POETICKS

Entry 592 — Some n0thingness from Karl Kempton

I wasn’t sure what to put in this entry, I’m so blah.  Fortunately I remembered I  had just gotten a package of poems from Karl Kempton, reflections, among which were many worthy of re-publication here, such as this:

mindless x ( ) = less mind

The origin poem for all the poems in the collection is “american basho”:

old pond

frog

splash

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Too blah to give the collection the critique it merits, I’ll just say that it seems to me a zen meditation on . . . well, the zero/hole/opening/ letter o in Basho’s old pond, the latter representing the mind . . . unless it represents something beyond that.  Karl and I have metaphysical differences, and sometimes I’m not too sure what he means, but his ideas are always worth thinking, or meta-thinking, about.

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Monday, 12 December 2011, 2 P.M.  Tough day.  A routine visit to my general practitioner at 9:40.  I’m doing fine according to the various tests I underwent a week ago.  Then marketing followed by the delivery of ”The Odysseus Suite” (signed by the artist!) to my friend Linda as a birthday present.  After dropping off the frozen lasagna Linda had given me, and the things I’d bought at the supermarket at my house, I went off again to (1) deposit a check, (2) leave a framed copy of my “A Christmas Mathemaku” at the Arts & Humanities Council’s office, and buy some items at my drugstore.  I was home by a little after one, too tired to do much.  But I scanned the Carlyle Baker work I posted in yesterday’s blog entry to take care of daily blogging chore.  Dropping the mathemaku off at the A&H Council office took care of the only other duty I’m still trying to take care of daily, my exhibition-related duty.  Now for a nap, if I can manage to fall asleep.

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