Showing posts with label shapes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shapes. Show all posts

Monday, March 26, 2018

Euclid’s Expertise


I’m no expert in subjects like geometry, people or what we call space,
but I am open to learning
about any thing
And I have discovered that even when nobody is looking
the sun will shine somewhere
and no body around will notice
the disarray.
No(round)body wants to believe that rounding up or down
is the same,
or that this terra Nuevo is solid and
stretches flat out
beyond sight.
It is easier to focus on what you know.

It is most difficult to sift dirt for gold nuggets
while wearing white gloves.
I wish I had known we needed phosphorus.

Look at the moon! Soak in the sun. between the two,
the eclipse begins.
From this angle the tone is clear.

Between an apple and an orange,
orchard and grove,
notch and needle, I cannot sew,
so I make more pi.

Good shoes, firmly planted, back then
we did not notice we were stuck.
We bury the dead, cover up our dreams, hide our private parts,
and keep our hands to ourselves without a second thought.
We skim across surfaces,
as if buoyancy was our gift,
it could be.

I am no biologist, but I insist on using my senses
to read lines
left in the sand
that glisten like gold and contain
everything we need to know about measuring up
to the given space
for a square peg on a plane.

We needed to make an
impression
that would resonate further than a single dimension.

Naturally, perfect shapes are quite rare
in nature.
Fractals occur nearly everywhere,
proving patterns are purely
people problems.




Painting by Jusepe de Ribero (1591-1692) in Getty Center [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Open Corners





-So much stuff we have made more than is necessary for Now
 W(h)ide                 i                                         o            o
  e                           d                                         r             r
                           (p)e(ek)                                  n
  l                                                                       e            s
  e                                                                      r             e
  against time, where matter builds up              s             e
  v                     h                               r                             k
  e                      e                              o                             i
                          nooks & crooks       t                             n
m                                                       e                            g
O                      secure                       c          
r                        t                                t                             s
e                        u                               e                            h
         h              free                           d                             e
t        e              from                                                    se l f
harbored                                                                           t
a       e             p                                                                e
n                      i                                                                r
                        l     
a                 w edged                                                                                i              f
        (re)          stuck in a spot                                          n         o
m                                     h                                                         u
o                     u               u                                                                p            n
t                      p               t                                                lost and
e                                                                                       a
                                                                                        cubic
possibilities.                                                                 qui(e)t





Image By Kuroda Seiki (1866-1924) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

A chain linked fence


Galvanized tendons twist
to form diamonds uncut
steel.
Roughly transparent in
semipermeable static lines,
electrified when more than it
is.
Keep in the bad,
holy cells skewed of
graphed locking turns,
sideways squares that we see
thru.
Holding red cup circles,
as a symbol that means
heart pushing thru
with
crimson aura.
A link between sides
that were never a
part.
Kept inside shapes,
diamonds tilted sideways squares
holding red circle cups there
to share a cold heart, locked,
barbed bivalve and by block-
nearly far enough to-
gather.



Image By Evan-Amos (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

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