#math poem

The World I Live In

I have refused to live locked in the orderly house of reasons and proofs. The world I live in an believe in is wider than that. And anyway, what's wrong with Maybe?

You wouldn't believe what once or twice I have seen. I'll just tell you this: only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.

– Mary Oliver

Have you ever felt a rumble

When you hear the numbers

The fear you feel hurting your brain.

The numbness when you hear the calculus.

The goosebumps when we see the math

Is that normal,or is it me?

Or the sudden snooze when it comes

The sweet lull when the teacher lulls

The lulluby of numbers

And when I hear math, only one thing

Sleep and doze,it's a mixture of both

And the awkward swaying

And head dancing which then leads

To the drooling that catches her eye

And now you become a shame

A figure standing out

Dozing again

Inside, the books flies and words scatter

Outside it's just you and your shadow

A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.20.24 “X Equals”

There will come a morning When the equation will be equal When the solution to X will be satisfied There will come a time that I will be enough When there is rust in my veins Rose colored pin pricks How do I fit into this equation? Am I just one of many X’s The night cannot last forever No matter seeming the solitude Is there success in this solution? Seeming to an X+Y equals How do these terms and variables vary Leaving me shaken, ill-slept, awaken and wary Morning comes with clarity Will I fulfill that X equation with certainty The sun may not rise and give me light This too, I must do myself With flinted steel in lanterns oiled Within the night I will find myself again The moon, whose mirrored light absolves me To that proof will stand to reason Reason stand to proof that I, not X Will be enough, irregular and imaginary Not that I mind being something unusual That enough is both grand and small

A silly "Elfchen" in German.

Quantenschaum

und Quantenwitz;

Darin liegt Bizarres,

das nie ein Mensch

begriff.

... roughly translates to

When the great Maker, on Creation bent, Thee from they brethren chose, and framed by thee The world to Sense reveal'd, yet left it free, To those whose intellectual gaze intent Behind the veil phenomenal is sent Space diverse, systems manifold to see, Reveal'd by thought alone; was it that we, In whose mysterious spirits thus are blent Finite of Sense and Infinite of thought, Should feel how vast, how little is our store; As yon excelling arch with orbs deep fraught To the light wave that dies along the shore, Till from our weakness and our strength may rise One worship unto Him the only wise?

--George Boole, May 1846

6. Time (Nonlinear)

sometimes I wish I were a Vonnegut character, detached from that linear arrow of time

what’s the fourth dimension all about anyways? I just want to know that all moments

past, present, and future have always existed, always will exist, let me say this and believe

7. Body Swap

swap a cube’s vertices with her faces and you’ll have her octahedral lover they fit perfectly together

no other platonic solid could ever pour her coffee that way

8. ____ As Medicine

reading mathematics is a medicine take enough and you will feel better life won’t feel quite as pointless just don’t take too much don’t overdose that’s how Gödel died

9. We’re Not Alone

mathematics is a lonely field it ought not to be, yet the men who lock themselves in rooms, insist upon it I know this to be an

act of ego, want for legacy a contrived scarcity keeping Andrew’s wiles alone, working in secret so as not to share glory

10. Magnification