was a time
youthful calculus
plotted the changes
of infinitesimals
bent to the influent
arcs of trajectory
functional points
differentially aimed
at a future
some semblance of
personal
private success
was a time
before octadic bits
became bytes
of electrons
when slide-rules
were moved
by an analog mind
with derivative
notions of
how to conduce
a pragmatic
perfectible life
was a time
of naïve disposition
unwary that life
has its own
independent volition
it moves along
unforeseen paths
unexpected directions
unknown destinations
its integral quotients
converging in
arrant surprise
was a time
many miles many years
of organic mathematics
divide the incipient
dream from its destiny
tangent adventures
oblique with
vicissitudes exercised
muscles of character
standing a man
the boy never
could know
now is time
for brash inverse
of theorem
for certainty summed
by survival of scars
earned contentment
despite analytics
a fortune of memories
bittersweet beautiful
triumph of change
unpredicted by genius
yet nonetheless real
Absolutely brilliant. Love it!
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I deeply appreciate your kind words
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Gorgeous and musical. The dazzling elasticity of youth and electric middle age giving way to the ‘brash inverse of theorem’ and a counter-intuitive ‘fortune of memories’. This song is for all of us. Thx for sharing this. I do think it’s arguable that the slide rule is a more deeply beautiful and thrilling artifact than all our combined digital hoo-ha. Thx again. This story never grows old.
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your thoughtful comment thrills this old heart – and I couldn’t agree more about the slide-rule
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Your heart doesn’t appear to be infirm, however old it may be. Keep up the sparkler-waving, Paul.
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I would love to be able to say I understood all this, but it is true to say I loved reading every bit of it. This old mind is not as quick as it used to be, and I was always more of a pitch`pipe sort of a guy than a slide`rule one . . . You are sharper than a fillet knife!
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got a bit caught up in some scraps of recollection – of my time doing maths
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Was a time for dreams; was a time for lost dreams. A true gem amongst a portfolio of gems. Whether it be football, art or poetry a gem is a gem. Magnificent.
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many thanks, good sir
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A little heavy for me 🙂 and for those that understood, genius abounds 🙂 ❤
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I got carried away, I suppose
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I loved this!! Which says a lot because I hate math and I’m pretty sure there may have been some physics in here. I don’t know enough about physics to know if I hate that or not. However, this poem was a delicious puzzle for me and I really enjoyed it!
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your comments gladden this old man’s heart – no physics per se – just scraps of calculus recalled from my 1960s college days
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Reblogged this on say no to clowns and commented:
Was astonished by this so I wanted to share. Not sure it’s possible to add any comment. Such elegantly articulated wisdom.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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You are most welcome. I haven’t been in blog land for too long so I don’t have many readers, and that’s not really my first aim, but your talent is so worth sharing, and I have a couple friends I know will love this!!
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Beautiful! Reality does that to everyone. We make plans; life happens. Much respect, good Sir.
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appreciate your thoughtful comments
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Hi Paul I remember the times before computers and cell phones. Simpler life for me then! Thank you for liking my poem “Exist!” Have a Great Christmas and New Year. TheFoureyedPoet.
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blessings of the season, malc
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