A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
[Norma Photo] There is a geometry To everything we see, Which --if we solve for Angles and drift-- Slides, shifts, dissolves, Is lost to eucalyptus, Roofs, orchards and Sunny yellow fields Before we wake in what Our calculations yield.
So many of your poems are geometrical, most less obviously than this. I wonder what your reflections are about that nonrepresentational quality of mind you have. And calculated. Again, you make a point of it here, but you do seem to me over the years as one who carefully calculates. Angular, too. The natural scene yields--as you say here--to those angles and that calculus, not unlike that branch of mathematics focused on limits, functions, derivatives, integrals, and infinite series. Food for thought?ReplyDelete
Ok, it started when I remembered poor sad Miss Fox reproving me in front of class for not qualifying a right angle before proving a more complex figure. I retorted, "the right angle is self-evident." She then rightly flunked my presentation, after which she left teaching to marry a turkey farmer. 30 years later, Norma became friends with her and described the former Miss Fox as one of the happiest people she'd ever met. Nobody thanked me, but I couldn't be more pleased. We abandoned Euclid togther and glimpsed that "infinite series". What a thought-provoking comment, Will!ReplyDelete
Yes. I remember all that. Miss Fox the old maid EGHS math teacher was Elk Grove's equivalent of "To Kill a Mockingbird"'s Boo Radley until she met that turkey farmer some years later--and like many others--I was amazed and delighted at her redemption! She was definitely obsessively angular and geometrical....ReplyDelete