I am in here.
Memories come flooding back, over the 30 intervening years, more than at any other reunion time. Perhaps it’s safe for them now. My intense need for poetry, for words. My absorption (the only word for it) of any poetry I came across, from cummings to Eliot, whom I was assured was too advanced for me. … Continue reading Memory
I have GarageBand, which came with the latest update of iLife. My brain, silly thing, thinks: I’m good at poetry. Poetry is an art. Music is an art, too. I’ll be good at music. Who the hell will ever know?! I’m still trying to figure out how to arrange the basic tracks that came with … Continue reading Music, and the lack of possibility
Bistromathics itself is simply a revolutionary new way of understanding the behavior of numbers. Just as Einstein observed that space was not an absolute but depended on the observer’s movement in space, and that time was not an absolute, but depended on the observer’s movement in time, so it is now realized that numbers are … Continue reading qotd, belatedly
Have you ever wanted to write, just for the sake of feeling the words come out of your hands and onto the paper or the screen? That’s how I feel now. My foot (in its plastic and Velcro enclosure, I think of it as a separate entity) and I have not ventured out yet today. … Continue reading words words words
white pebble 