Night flight wings over sleeping earth
Windowed mortal gazes over ribbons and pins of jeweled light
Spirited handmade copies of the divine
Reverent reflection of the kindred arching dome of distant fires
May 15 09
Memorialize
Bunker
lashed down by
dark green blood of hostile earth
oozing out in thorns and lichen
reclaiming the face of
this pimpled hill
staring across the border at its estranged kinsmen
He sat here
snow white winter embrace shrapnel greeting
blood sunshine machine gun song radio love
crouched hole in wall sight shadow enemy perpetual
and for a moment heard the silence of a future spring
grey glint of unbuilt highway
sweeping cheerfully across the peaceful front
to cluttered chai shop and reverent memorial
with a jeep full of tourists
and a girl to gingerly pick her way through goat scat
to look out that same window and wonder about him.
May 10 09
lashed down by
dark green blood of hostile earth
oozing out in thorns and lichen
reclaiming the face of
this pimpled hill
staring across the border at its estranged kinsmen
He sat here
snow white winter embrace shrapnel greeting
blood sunshine machine gun song radio love
crouched hole in wall sight shadow enemy perpetual
and for a moment heard the silence of a future spring
grey glint of unbuilt highway
sweeping cheerfully across the peaceful front
to cluttered chai shop and reverent memorial
with a jeep full of tourists
and a girl to gingerly pick her way through goat scat
to look out that same window and wonder about him.
May 10 09
Planet Kabob or I Should Have Been Studying
The sun beam stealthily inching along the carpet
the skylight shaped patch counting seconds
of careful crawling up my legs,
then blindingly wading through
the definition of a binary search sequence imprinted white on my lap
then sweeping past my mathematics induced consciousness
to alight on the next unsuspecting earthly inhabitant
Me, sitting willingly in a library
strapped on to the crisping surface
of a giant spit of a planet
patiently cooking in the heat of a distant fire.
May 8 09
the skylight shaped patch counting seconds
of careful crawling up my legs,
then blindingly wading through
the definition of a binary search sequence imprinted white on my lap
then sweeping past my mathematics induced consciousness
to alight on the next unsuspecting earthly inhabitant
Me, sitting willingly in a library
strapped on to the crisping surface
of a giant spit of a planet
patiently cooking in the heat of a distant fire.
May 8 09
Arithmetic Fake Projective Spaces and Arithmetic Fake Grassmanians
In another life I will stroll through the library
pick up and read American Journal of Mathematics
as if a passing fancy for pleasure prodded me to some light reading
In another life
Introduction:
Let r be a positive integer,
I shall nod encouragingly
and let Z be a compact Kahler manifold of dimension r whose Betti numbers are the same as that of P^rsub C
pause, smile appreciatively and muse
Ah, same Betti numbers perhaps, but is it or is it not isomorphic to P^r sub C?
and know exactly what I mean.
pick up and read American Journal of Mathematics
as if a passing fancy for pleasure prodded me to some light reading
In another life
Introduction:
Let r be a positive integer,
I shall nod encouragingly
and let Z be a compact Kahler manifold of dimension r whose Betti numbers are the same as that of P^rsub C
pause, smile appreciatively and muse
Ah, same Betti numbers perhaps, but is it or is it not isomorphic to P^r sub C?
and know exactly what I mean.
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