Sunday, November 11, 2018
The Woman Expressing Herself In Numbers
Being three-quarters there!”
That fraction, and she,
collapsed
one massive afternoon.
So?
Go figure!
Or don’t.
Her relatives and friends
chip in,
buying time,
and tunes,
to see her off, thusly
spare a dime,
Brother.Labels: death, figures, fractions, math, percentages, predictions
Sunday, July 29, 2018
1 + 1 = 3
married The Woman, ditto.
Good! say you. Since one can
comfort when a true paranoid fit
descends upon the other.
Bad! say I.
Because of the math.
Labels: fear, math, relationship, sum, summary
Monday, April 16, 2018
Birthday Inventory
-Yet another, hey?
-I’m losing count.
-Speaking of count in your
no-account life…?
-Did I take inventory this year?
-Come up with negative total?
-Almost. Hafta recheck math.
-Get Boxxo! Our genius!
-Life is too short for Lecture-Demonstrations instead of
Hello, how are you?
Hello, how are you?
-Ah but you inspired him this year. He did his own inventory on his birthday!
-The result?
-Plural. And incomprehensible. Whole page of squiggles and wrinkles.
-Any spaces? They say that true wisdom
is in the spaces.
-Not one.
-I’m glad to be a dope that nobody understands either, rather than a genius who’s a total pain in the ass.
-Neither one of you can get a girl.
-Which speaks to the wisdom of women.
-Also their hilarity at abstraction.
-How’d they get so concrete?
-From seeing shit.
Labels: abstraction, genius, math, math genius
Saturday, October 22, 2016
The woman who counted in 3s
3, 6, 9, etc
seeming natural to her.
In adulthood she involved
herself in love triangles,
so a real-life corollary.
So many that she started
counting in 6s, then 9s.
When she reached 12s she
found the triple digits
awkward, then reasoned
that the 1 and 2 of 12
added to three, so she
could start over.
Which she did. Shedding
her third husband...just
a note.
“Anyway,” laughs she, “my
3s a way of handing life
with coherence.
Most have none.”
Labels: magic, math, math and life, method, numerology, organizing
Monday, August 22, 2016
=0
Ruck habitually flung
his arms skyward!
“What kind of life is this?
Godless and lacking in protein!”
Combining Faith and Nutrition.
Alternatively grave and sarcastic!
The best-worst thing to happen
to such a one: Glads. She
cancelled out whatever equation
he presented. Element by element.
Brilliant!
But o so tedious!
When they’re abroad,
the others grind their teeth.
Labels: equation, Health, intellectual couple, math, nutrition, out of it, society
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Walking With Genius
...and other colossal wastes
-I don’t get Math.
-Who could?
-Why always expect me to?
-Well...they do pay us to profess it.
-How could I profess anything? I’d feel
ridiculous.
-Uh...moving right along, what is working
on you now?
-I don’t know.
-That late a stage! I’m impressed.
-A month to polish and...
-Will I hafta hear you’re the Genius of the
Age again?
-Hope not. People come and ask questions.
It’s all so stupid!
-How public! Like a frog! Will they ask why
you’re not wearing socks?
-They stink even before you put them on!
-Uh huh? Your Carly-Ann is obviously at the
same Weekend For Bossy Broads as my
Jensy. She’ll soon announce her presence,
and where the sock drawer is.
-Announce! They’re both Announcers!
-Thank God for it! The quiet is rancid in
my place.
-Quiet is gold!
-Yeah, for idiot misers such as you. By the
bye? November? Cold? No jacket?
-Jackets are for forgetting.
-What’s next for you after the inevitable trophy?
-Absurdity.
-That’s for everyone.
-No, there’s a math to feel around in there.
-Rotza Ruck! Here...as I lean fatly forward and
fetch a rock. Expense of breath! Anyway, premature prize for you!
-I’ll treasure! Put it on my mantel.
-Because of the angle, no one will see it.
-I’ll prop atop one of the whatchacallits.
-Good! Whatchacallits rule! Maybe we should...
partner in this latest nonsense?
-I don’t think so.
-Mother never taught to share?
-Never taught anything.
-And Father?
-Abstracted.
-No wonder you’re a genius. You’re unlearned!
Labels: abstract, abstracted, academic, awards, famous, genius, math, math genius, prizes
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Saving Math
-I've got the one bad habit.
-Not to say atrocious!
-I've taken measures to break it.
-Such as...?
-Well...half measures anyway.
-Then, the half get halved.
-Thus, quarter measures. Still okay.
-Whereupon...!
-Okay okay! Maybe I'm all the way
down to one sixty-fourth!
-Keep going and you'll get even worse.
-No. The math favors me, no matter what.
It's good for my character that I keep improving,
however small.
-By this time, indistinguishable from horror!
-Uh uh. According to Archimedes–-I think--I'll
never really get bad again.
-Those Greeks knew their shit. Not!
-(Sings) Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street.
Labels: Archimedes, bad habit, Greeks, habit, math, self-improvement, sunny side of street
Sunday, October 12, 2014
The Reach of Mathematics
Hubby
-After lovemaking... and I cringe to use
that phrase.
-You cringe to use any phrase.
-I thought I'd be clever back then.
-That's a reach always.
-So I said "That's all gratifying enough,
but how does it work mathematically?"
-Severe mistake.
-She ran with it and hasn't shut up since.
-Even now? Old Married Folks.
-Worse!
-Well, how could you know she was a mathematician?
-She's hardly a large number, but she's the
large number girl!
-A trillion, she's just getting started.
-It never stops! Even now, she's sleeping,
but all the computers in the house are
buzzing equations. Endless stream.
-Love’s a strange amalgam.
-Stranger yet. Herself, she just fiddles
on a legal pad and sings. It's nonsense,
but the whole world comes to...
-You know, you been looking dowdy. Let me
comb your closet for something
sedate but sufficiently masculine.
The latter to eventually alleviate the Minimalist Husband Syndrome at the Nobel.
-Hey! Minimalist I love. Screw it! Let's go to
the hockey game and scream our asses off.
-Let's go to ten. Fast! She's on the short list.
Distinguished! She'll win! Some of it will rub off.
-I hope not!
-Why don’t you aspire to aspire?
-One's enough! How many empty Rice Crispie boxes do you wanna pick from the shelves?
-They also serve who straighten out the
petty shit?
-She's crazy about me!
-Part of her insane parcel.
-I'm King, I'm fuckin King!
-Maybe more like Dan McGrew. “With the first shot he stiffened, second one he fell, third, a new
man's face in hell!"
-You be Dan. I'm Louis Fourteen!
-Think of each face in hell in an entirely vast
panoramic shot, then zoom out leaving each
as small as a grain of sand! Wow!
-She'll do the math in her head!
-What’ll you do in yours?
-Absolutely nothing!
-You've gotta stop being happy! I can’t
stand it!
-They also serve who only screw around.
Labels: couple.Nobel, marriage, math, Mathematics, roles
Monday, December 17, 2012
It
O look! It fits
matrix or curve!
emits math boy
or girl. Uh huh?
Fits nothing but, new-
ly shape-shifting,
can destroy theory.
And, even, you.
Labels: math, predicability, science, shape-shifting
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Physics
Problem becomes math
untethered, a poetry
infatuates can't release
from purity.
Problem becomes math
untethered, a poetry
infatuates can't release
from purity.
Labels: math, physics, purity, science
