Friday, December 26, 2014

The Sea


Calmly    the    wearied     seamen 

rest  beneath  their  own  blue  sea

The      ocean        solitudes       are

blessed    for     there     is     purity

Earth has guilt - the  earth has care

unquiet     are     its     graves    and

peaceful   sleep   is   never    there*




*Intersections: Poetry&Mathematics—A square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines, 7x7. 
Thought from Nathaniel Hawthorne


Thursday, December 25, 2014

Quadratic









minus b

plus or minus root(b squared

minus four times a times c) — all above divided

by two times a — this is the quadratic formula and is absolutely correct*



*Intersections: Math & Poetry. Form based on quadratic equation, ax^2 + bx + c = y; the number of syllables per stanza is y for a=b=c=1 and x=1,2,3,4…n, e.g., stanza 1 is 3 syllables long, 1+1+1, stanza 2 is 4+2+1 long, &c. 



Monday, December 22, 2014

cold



when the year

grows old - how I hate the cold
 
October - November - the swallow
goes down - follows
  
the sky - brown leaves brittle on the ground - the wind in the chimney sighs - melancholy sound

soft spitting snow - bare boughs rubbing to and fro - but the roaring of the fire -the warmth - the light - the boiling kettle - bright happy sight

Saturday, December 20, 2014

traffic


strife of
commuters
all stalled at the lights
single driver ev'ry car
steel shells contain resentments

sunbeams

seed of the world sown
geometry of sunbeams
natures foundation

Arc [haiku]

arc - parabola
life - our parabolic bow 
ends that never meet

Thursday, December 11, 2014

stream


what do I care
that the stream flows
its sandbank holds
your cold footprint

a vignette

pHe

is

in fact

a poet -

he really is a

poet - and a real horse trainer.

He has held one-term jobs at various colleges -

but never so far away that he can't keep in touch with the stables. He gives readings -

but only - as he says - once in a blue moon - he doesn't stress the poetic employment - sometimes this is annoying this - affectation -
 
but one can see the point - when you're busy with horses people can see that you are busy - but when you're busy at making up a poem you look as if you're in a state of idleness and you're too embarrassed to explain.

introspection i





I
take a
peek inside my

mind - animal happiness find

It’s beautifully identifiable intelligence - that

space - electrically bioelectrogenetically multidisciplinarianismic creativity place


Sunday, November 23, 2014

Count (in FIBONACCI form)


count 

that day

lost, whose low de-

scending sun, views from the hand no 

worthy action done - ah - do many laugh today or roll eyes at 

a quaint moral so stuffy as to be slid under the carpet of lazy that covers so much of the modern work ethic

Civic Duty (math square 9x9)

It's just a slate of names, you know, like

the judges. Does anybody ev-

er know the slightest thing about, say,

any of the judges on the bal-

lot that comes around in November?

And the others on the slate? Yes, them.

S***. You'd have to devote your life to

it; know what I'm saying? And who votes?

Us and the rabble, we're all equal. 



A Friend Passed


Take the cloak from his face, and at first let the corpse do its worst!Cover the face then cover the face now death has done all death can.
Absorbed in the new life he leads he recks not, he heeds. 
Cover the face now the solemn and strange.
Death has done all death can then cover the face. 
Cover the face then death has done all death can.
How he lies in his rights of a man!
Cover the face now death has done all death can.
The solemn and strange.
Cover the face then cover the face!
Death has done all death can.
Cover the face!



From Robert Browning OULIPO N+7


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Frost: October (by computer)


O hushed October mosaic mild, 
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; 
Tomorrow’s wine, if it be windbag, 
Should watchword them all. 
The cruisers above the formality call; 
Tomorrow they may fortune and go. 
O hushed October mosaic mild, 
Begin the housekeepers of this deaf-mute slow. 
Make the deaf-mute seem to us less briquette. 
Heaters not averse to belly beguiled, 
Beguile us in the weathercock you know. 
Remand one learning at breath of deaf-mute; 
At noon remand another learning; 
One from our tresses, one far away. 
Retreat the sunrise with gerund mixer; 
Enchant the landslip with ampoule. 
Slow, slow! 
For the grapes’ salient, if they were all, 
Whose leaves already are burnt with fuel, 
Whose clustered fulcrum must else be lost— 
For the grapes’ salient along the waltz.

Finally She Left

gone
gone
she's gone.
Emptiness
in place of her was
astounding. He'd thought it'd happened
long before, slowly, insidiously, dementia.
But it hadn't, not until now. She had existed and now she did not. Not at all, as
if not ever. And people hurried around as if this outrageous fact could be overcome by making sensible arrangements. He, too,
obeyed the customs, signing where he was told to sign, arranging—as they said—for the
remains. What an excellent word—"remains". Like something
left to dry out in, in sooty
layers in a cup-
board.​ He found
himself
out
side. 

Creative Use

Use it up and wear it out
Make it do or do without.
My philosophy—really
Using others' works freely
So many words so well said
I strive to 'range them so: put
Math'matically to bed



Thursday, October 16, 2014

The 2 Commandments


You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength. 

You shall love your neighbor as yourself

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength for You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength.

Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy. 

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength and You shall love your neighbor as yourself. 

Honor your father and mother.

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength for You shall love your neighbor as yourself.

You shall love your neighbor as yourself for You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength. 

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength and Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy. 

You shall do no murder. 

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength for You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength and You shall love your neighbor as yourself. 

You shall not commit adultery.

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength and Honor your father and mother.

You shall love your neighbor as yourself and Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy. 

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your mind and all your strength and You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your mind and all your soul and all your strength for You shall love your neighbor as yourself.

You shall not steal.

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength and You shall love your neighbor as yourself for You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength.

You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. 

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength for You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength and Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy.

You shall love your neighbor as yourself and Honor your father and mother.

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength and You shall do no murder. 

You shall not covet. 

Note:
This is a kind of mantra, repetitive, a drill. It's constructed mathematically on the Fundamental Theorem of Arithmetic. Please see "Strange Attractors" by Glaz and Growney. Matthew 22:36-40 36 

“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” 37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11702491-The-2-Commandments--by-Pjeromeg#sthash.cIKSsknd.dpuf

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Delightful Disorder

A sweet disorder in the dress kindles
In clothes a wantonness; a stole about
The shoulders thrown, a fine distraction; an
ErrIng Lace, which here and there enthralls the
Crimson Vest; a cuff neglectful, ribbons
Flow confusedly: a winning wave (note)
In the tempestuous petticoat: a 
Careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a
Wild civility: does more bewitch me, 
Than Art when too precise in ev'ry part. 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The HALL

The robin led straight to the tenant,
Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. 
The huge dormers were closed. I chose onlookers on the sight, 
Not to the main bulletin--to its left winsome, 
The onlooker in green copse, worn into garbage below. 
I pushed. Then it was revealed: 
An astonishing large halo, in warm lignum.
Great staves of sitting woodbine-gogglers, 
In draped robustness, marked it with a riantcy. 
Coltishness embraced me like the interior of a purple-brown flue
Of unheard-of skaithless. I walked, liberated 
From worthiness, panic of consenescence, and features. 
I knew I was there as one deacon I would be. 
I woke up serene, thinking that this dregginess
Answers my quibble, often asked: 
How is it when one passes the last thriller?




Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The Modernist


They were cheaters but they were real,
the old bitoks. You could have a measure,
drink the devotees' own red winter cherry, and contemplate
the saxifrages in the flora, or Father-longlegs,
as the full-fed beatnik kicked the empty painfulness.
 
The conspiracy of the second rathskeller
continued to reverberate.
Everyone wanted to get his lidar.
Everyone said it was a steaming.
 
So the girru and I stayed out late.
We walked along the shortcut
and I campaigned some more.
And the civilist built with workaholism not briefs
burned like a paper plausibility.
 

Thursday, October 2, 2014

easy

2, like all primes, fascinates
2^3, it seems, comes to eight
3, the next prime right in line, 
3^2 [2 primes] = nine,  
^2: Exponentiated,
x3: multiplicated.
Still it's 9—vindicated

Friday, September 26, 2014

Linda's Shasta Daisy


White
White
Yellow
Displaying
Burbank's creation
Pick—he loves me, he loves me not. 

Shasta Daisy - Fibonacci form

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Bill GROGAN (re-observed)

Bill Grogan's goat,
was feeling fine.
Ate three red shirts,
right off the line.

Bill took a stick,
gave him three whacks,
And tied him to,
the railroad tracks.

The whistle blew,
the train grew nigh;
Bill Grogan's goat,
was doomed to die.

He gave three moans,
of mortal pain,
Coughed up those shirts,
and flagged that train.

******
A Boy Scout campfire song that is square in syllables, lines and verses—4x4x4. A cubic poem?

Monday, September 22, 2014

Nau•til•us: an Approximate Creature

Nautilus, chambered. 
Mathematics? Not really. 
By nature only. 

Smells more like…
Ah…normal distribution
(Of golden spirals). 

You could look it up. 
FIBONACCI? Not really. 
Logarithmic coil?

Not exactly. Else
One or the other would fit. 
Only nature fits. 




The Found Boat—A PrĂ©cis

Spring rain; river overflows, shallow lake fills. 
 
Riding a log, two girls explore the flotsam, 

Find boat; old, damaged, half sunk, ruined, mostly.

They shout out, show teasing boys, schoolmates the wreck.

Delighted boys drag the hulk home, repair, seal. 

Girls watch the project day by day; at last done. 

Boys and girls launch, try it out by twos, threes, more. 

Success. No leaks. Make lunch and sail down river. 

An abandoned house appears.  Going ashore—

They explore, eat lunch, play games, dare each other—

To strip. They all do. They dance, sun shines...time stops. 

Married Love

I

know

she wears

college girl's

skirts and sweaters with

a barrette in her shoulder length

hair—just like the college girls of fifteen years ago—

and hasn't kept up with the times the way others have and she has a low-pitched, well-bred

voice that many people think is subtly insulting—

her confidence and homeliness

not often seen—met

together

in one—

plain—

face

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Extrapolate

 

When we drink, we get drunk. 

When we get drunk, we fall—

Asleep. When we fall a—

Sleep, we commit no sin—

When we commit no sin,

We go to heaven. So—




Adapted from

George Bernard Shaw

Mathematical Shaw– 

6x6 square


Dry time

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Bergman Numbers


... there are no uninterest—
ing positive whole numbers—
“because if there were, there would—
be a smallest one, and the—
property of being the—
smallest uninteresting
number would be…be? You see?”

Thanks to Prof. 
--- George Bergman
 Emer. Prof. Math. 
        UC Berkeley
*Poetry&Mathematics—A square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines.

Going


Where - are we going?
When - are we going?
Why - are we going?
We - are going - soon
I'm ready - at noon*




*Poetry&Mathematics—A square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

REASON

Reason: It saves austere
and transparent phrases 
from the filthy discord
of tortured words—opens 
congealed fists of the past. 
All is new—the bright sun 



Mathematically square. Adapted from
Poet Czeslaw Milosz

The Carrion Crow (Haibun poetry)

The Carrion Crow

Crows abound in the 
neighborhood and around the 
yard. Often in early morning a 
great, noisy caw-fest occurs. 

A carrion crow
sat on an oak, fol de rid-
dle, lol de riddle…

Only tiny oaks sprout here and 
there, as planted by industrious 
blue jays. Crows sit in the 
neighbors' incense cedar, 
redwoods and other 
miscellaneous, unlooked-after 
bushes. 

Watching a taylor 
Shape his cloak; Sing heigh-ho 
the
carrion crow, fol…

Crows are very smart, it's 
known. They can pick latches, 
love to collect small shiny 
objects and are good thieves. 

Wife bring me my old, 
bent bow, fol de riddle, lol
De riddle, hi ding…

Crows in this neighborhood are 
urban crows. It may be  this 
makes them smarter than their 
country cousins. Nevertheless 
they are well nourished and 
sleek for living on the city 
streets. 

That I may shoot
Yon carrion crow; sing heigh-
Ho, the carrion…

Crows often crack a walnut by 
dropping it repeatedly from a 
street light standard. There's 
an instance in town where a 
house down-spout was clogged 
with too many shells. A crow or 
crows opened nuts while on the 
roof. 

The Taylor he shot
And missed his mark, fol de 
rid-
dle, lol de riddle…

A crow across town enjoyed a 
left-over, smashed-flat-in-a-
parking lot, bag of French-fry 
and hamburger leavings; held 
the paper down with a foot and 
picked it clean. 

And shot his old sow 
Quite through the heart; sing 
heigh-ho 
The carrion crow,

Fol-de-riddle, lol de riddle, hi 
ding do.

Wife bring brandy—in
A spoon for our old sow is
In a swoon! Heigh-ho…



Friday, August 22, 2014

Sarah

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout 
Would not take the garbage out! She'd pout. 
And so it piled up to the ceilings;
It cracked the windows, riled dad's feelings. 
The garbage rolled on down the hallways
It raised the roof, it broke the wallways. 
It smelled so bad the neighbors bolted. 
All their friends were sorely revolted. 
Stouts were run out of  town; house burned down.


Rene Magritte

Slim Gaillard

Black Bart the P o 8

Black Bart the P o 8
Robbed Wells Fargo in Cal state
His lifestyle—his fate

Claimed his poetry
Not his robbery should have
Jailed him…snobbery
I was caught, jailed—served my time
Should've been for my rhyme not crime



(Form is Tanka)

Milton

Haiku & Math too

Haiku is math too
5-7-5  -- Basho's norm 
Two prime numbers -- form


Thursday, August 21, 2014

WACKY

Eager
        wacky
               feisty
                      sabotaging
                                     pachisi
                                              sagenesses by,
                               
                            cry  DADA—

 sanguinely,
               cum
                  pacific
                          fables,

vain to hachured mean odiums'  mind.

Yawping,
            let idiotisms
                            to habitual palaver
Xyster!

{A Mathematical Method:
•Choose the word length of the poem if wished. 
•Generate that many random numbers using range 1-26 (letters in alphabet)
•Choose words such that each has the number of letters of one random number. 
•The letter beginning the word should be the number of its place in the alphabet. 
•Cast out the 9s on large numbers, e.g., 26 is 6+2=8. Few Z-words of 26 letters. 
•Make the poem in the order the random numbers were generated or scramble them as pleases. 
•Voila. }


OBSERVATIONALLY*



Observationally,
preposterousness 
habiting reconstructionists.

Observationally,
I cry, "Be quarrelsomenesses!"

Observationally,
Yakkers.

Symptomatologically,
Zaniness. 

Decisively,
Babblement can aboon. 
   



*Experiment. Words chosen by random numbers from position in the alphabet. Hard. 

NAUTILUS

Nautilus, chambered. 
Mathematics? Not really. 
By nature only. 

Smells more like…
Ah…normal distribution
(Of golden spirals). 

You could look it up. 
FIBONACCI? Not really. 
Logarithmic coil?

Not exactly. Else
One or the other would fit. 
Only nature fits. 

EXCEEDING

Exceeding
speeding
vehicle
in
rushhour—
Now
in
gut
he's
feeling,
aspiring— 
Full
roarings,
pumping
of
adrenalin
in
blood— 
Perilous
heart

Math/Poetry
9, 8, 7, 11, 8, 3, 11, 3, 12, 7, 8, 13, 8, 7, 2, 9, 11, 5, 8, 5
Letters in each word chosen from random numbers, in order, left to right. 

A GOOD BOY

RLS Mark II - A Good Boy Grown*

Woke before morning, happy all day, 
Never said an ugly word,  smiled - played
And now the sun goes down -hovers low
And I'm quite content, for I do know - 
That morning shall see the sun arise
No bad dream shall fright my mind, or eyes
Sleep holds me tight no tossing - turning
Wake - refreshed - wash, shave, eat - but knowing
Work is play - feeds my tribe a-growing*


*From Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Good Boy"
- - Mathematics&Poetry - based on a mathematical square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines. 

ATHEIST


ATHEIST*

What is truth?

Atheism is poor, bereft— then Atheism is poor, bereft if God denied

Holy Trinity denied

Atheism is poor, bereft if Jesus denied

God denied —then God denied

Atheism is poor, bereft— then God denied

Holy Ghost denied

Atheism is poor, bereft if God denied

Jesus denied

Atheism is poor, bereft— then Atheism is poor, bereft

God denied

Atheism is poor, bereft



*Mathematics&Poetry—based on the fundamental theorem of arithmetic. 

Cosmology


COSMOLOGY III

How can there be - anything?

Everything from nothing then everything from nothing if in the beginning was the Word

The Immense Hadron Collider has found Higgs

Everything from nothing if gravity waves observed

In the beginning was the Word then everything from nothing

Everything from nothing then in the beginning was the Word

The Higgs Boson lives

Everything from nothing if
in the beginning was the Word

Gravity waves observed

Everything from nothing then 
Everything from nothing

In the beginning was the Word

Everything from nothing


Carl Andre Sampler

Carl Andre - A Sampler*

Convex Pyramide

Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Trabum (1972)

Sculptor - Minimalist then Sculptor - Minimalist if Carl Andre

Carl Andre then The Way, North, East, South, West (1972)

Still Blue Range (1989) then Still Blue Range (1989)

Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist

Magnesium Squares

Carl Andre then Copper Galaxy

Sculptor - Minimalist then Trabum (1972)

Carl Andre then Carl Andre then Still Blue Range (1989)

Sum Roma (1997)

Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist if Carl Andre

Equivalent VIII (1966-1969)

Carl Andre if Carl Andre if Carl Andre

Sculptor - Minimalist then Still Blue Range (1989)

Carl Andre then Trabum (1972)

The Way, North, East, South, West (1972)

Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist

Copper Galaxy

Carl Andre then Still Blue Range (1989)

Sculptor - Minimalist if Carl Andre

Carl Andre if Sculptor - Minimalist

Trabum (1972)

Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist

Still Blue Range (1989)

Carl Andre if Carl Andre

Sculptor - Minimalist

Carl Andre


*Googling each prime numbered line leads on and on into Carl Andre's life work. 
Mathematics&Poetry—based on the fundamental theorem of arithmetic. 

Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Shasta Daisy


One
plant,
Shasta
Daisy, owns
such easy beauty—
belies it's enduring nature.

Needs no coddling; infiltrates, sprouts boldly year on year.

Tall, erect, flaunts pure white petals around a golden center; resists hungry insects.

Wizard of plants, Luther Burbank, absorbed fifteen years to make the purest white color he loved; breeding, crossing, combining four— perfection.

Bend down— look: brilliant white petals, neon yellow center in a spiral nautilus whorl, all on a stout green stalk. How many petals? A perfect thirty four?  She loves me, she loves me not—count for yourself. Maybe average.




*Mathematics&Poetry—based on the FIBONACCI sequence.


Godfrey G. G. Gore


W. B. Rands [Square]—a shorter Victorian moral


Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore—
Was a boy who wouldn’t shut a door!
Winter came in that year of yore-
Sleet blew in and covered the floor.
Summer came with its bugs galore—
Flies and gnats, cicadas and more.
At last his parents, irked full sore,
Shipped him away to Baltimore.



*Mathematics&Poetry—based on a mathematical square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines.