membership of the math group

Cherry

By celticman

Sat, 09 Apr 2016
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9 comments
 

Mutter of mathematics

The path of a dumpling is never clearer

The sum of all yearning

Song of caged children –from long ago

Rhyming the reasons without reason

Negatives and positives all a whir

Comet-sized brains and drifting never occurs

Grinding down years, growing over hot

Square hypotenuses –sorry to interrupt you

How many miles per hour –sir?

Milliseconds or what kind of gloop?

Addition or subtraction?

Which way is up?

Calculus on curved surfaces?

Bedrock of the brain in a closed orbit

Chuntering like a bagpipe

Breaking apart

Black holes for eyes

Orbiting the room

Same glassy expressions of doom

Eon after eon –what happens when?

Answer is never fucking again

Evermore and/or plus/minus 1

Deep inner shit

Never to return

Sneak a look at the back of the book

The narratives clear why you’re here. 

Certificate PG
Poem
Rant

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

'Song of caged children –from long ago

Rhyming the reasons without reason' - very good!

Bee

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Love this, took forty two seconds to read on a convex chair on the way to buy pencils, £5.23 in my pocket, a 6% discount, read it three times, twice backwards, one pencil was broken, Jupiter was rising, how much change did I have? Black holes for eyes indeed.

 

Submitted by celticman on

I think I've hit a nerve. My guess is we drift towards words and away from hard-too hard- numbers that humble us and become aware we're not there. Or something. The answer is 42. As I thought! Thanks for reading. 

 

Submitted by EB on

The answer may be 42, but I liked the thoughts in this piece of writing. 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers EB 42 plus or minus 1. 

 

Submitted by Weefatfella on

Chuntering like a bagpipe...Brilliant, what a great word. I had to Google it, Of all the words I bugger about with, Chunter is certainly going to be included. The poem itself is, to me a wee bit out there, but then so am I. Apparently, you admitted the answer was 42. There yie are then.

Weefatfella.

I might not like what you say but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

Submitted by celticman on

it's not really a poem, weefatfella, but I've disguised it as one, although the answer is obviously not 1. 

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Mathematical wizardry. You should have seen me try to tackle it. This is well inspired and mine deep.

 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers vera.