Hey, Dana sings, meara sings, I think sophia sings. Back off the singers.
And I'm sure SOME Bitch owns a torpedo bra.
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Hey, Dana sings, meara sings, I think sophia sings. Back off the singers.
And I'm sure SOME Bitch owns a torpedo bra.
Steph, I love the revised last stanza.
Steph, I love the revised last stanza.
Thank you!
I sing too. Not in white gloves or a torpedo bra.
I'm afraid I'm firmly with erika on the subject of Eisenhower-era "ladies". This is not why I learned to kickbox, damnit.
It's not so much the singing as the songs... buffistas and "Que Sera Sera?!" I don't think so....unless it's a drag show, or something.(Cause I was in the choir in high school, myself. Had more hope than talent.Still sing along with Aretha in my sad white girl fashion when I'm alone sometimes. Not dissing singing as a gift, Mary Sue excepted.)
I love the revised stanza, Steph.
It becomes a magic spell: I won't deconstruct why it pings me. Because when you take apart a spell, or a mantra, and to try to apply math to it? You risk depleting or eliminating the magic.
Random tangent, but one of my favorite quotes (I'm pretty sure I had it as a tagline for awhile) is Karl Weierstrass: "A mathematician who is not also something of a poet will never be a complete mathematician."
Hil, I bet most poet-math types have the sense to worship their two fetishes separately. Either that, or there's a school of magic I must back slowly away from.
I bet most poet-math types have the sense to worship their two fetishes separately.
Would this count as a mix? From the BBC site:
Valerie Laws lives on the North-East coast. She is a graduate of English and Maths and Theoretical Physics, all of which are reflected in her work.
However, note that
She is the editor of an anthology of poems about Star Trek.
Steph, that is a very, very amazing poem.
That quantum sheep thing looks kind of cool, if weird.
I dunno. There's a certain sort of brain-space-feeling thing that I get when I'm writing something that's finally coming together, or when I'm designing something and get all the pieces to fit together to look how it seems like it should, or when I'm working on a proof and find something that makes it all just click. I don't think there is such a big split between "these are sciency/rational" things and "these are creative/emotional" things. Just different aspects of the same thing, to me.
What Hil Said.
Just treat it as a weird part of our creative process. Some people are inspired by asparagus, others by math. Doesn't necessarily affect the outward form of the poem.