From the archives. See, I did do something in Precalc besides moon over hotties.
Sets
(2/17/86)
If you take what is Natural
and add Nothing,
the result is Whole.
And yet Whole is merely
half of that which is Integral,
and that which is Integral is only
a part of everything we call Rational.
The Rational, combined with
what we call the Irrational,
make up what’s thought of as Real.
Reality…
and still there’s more—
what else but Imaginary
Imaginary being, of course,
what does not really exist
but can still be manipulated by human means.
What remains is Complex…
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August 18, 2007 at 3:46 pm
Brett
I gotta say, posting high school poems is really freaking courageous. This one is clever, and the one about the gaping maws of the power plant was exciting. Reading these for us must be so different than reading them for you.
August 18, 2007 at 4:49 pm
Alex
Wow, I have no idea what this poem means. I’ve always been bored by math.
August 18, 2007 at 8:25 pm
pollyannasunshine
Well, I actually wrote the power plant one in college, but I figure it’s my bizarro way of figuring how much of this stuff is actually poetry and how much is just really ancient navel lint of purely historical value, and maybe working up the nerve to ever write something new. But for now, I’m just tossing it out there. I’m sparing you guys the 200 maudlin suicidal love poems. For now….
August 19, 2007 at 8:52 pm
Fireflower
Glad to know I wasn’t the only one to write bizarre crap in class (when I might have done better to take notes). Of course college was a whole ‘nother ball game, with a whole new series of strange stuff to focus on, crush on, and learn about. The Boy is starting his very first college classes tomorrow. I’m so excited! Someday I may be married to a college grad!
August 20, 2007 at 12:18 pm
BrewFan
Hot math poetry! Would it be too forward if I inquired about your factoring skills?