Complete the equation
This is the poem I planned to use if I got to the final round. It makes me uncomfortable, but I did it. I got real close to a perfect score. (Five scores, dropping the highest and the lowest.)
---update ---
I like this poem. It got a great score. But I decided to lift it from the original post and put it in a comment?
Why? Because it's about math and it's mathematically explict. One of my co-workers was reading it at her desk and said she felt a little uncomfortable. So I wanted to add this little warning to the poem.
(I haven't quite figured out how to do those expandable blog postings where I would write click here to read more.)
Now, I know it can be a little off-putting to realize that some folks consider math to be nearly pornographic and almost sexually explicit but this is the world we're living in. :)
Anyhow, feel free to add more comments about the poem. I'm surprised at how well it went over.
People started laughing and ooohing and ahhing early.
It's good that it's a fairly short and fast moving poem because I was able to pause comfortably while the audience expressed itself.
Who knew that math could be such great fun?
I'm just glad it worked out so well.
I may pull it out in another final round if I need a surefire showstopper.
---update ---
I like this poem. It got a great score. But I decided to lift it from the original post and put it in a comment?
Why? Because it's about math and it's mathematically explict. One of my co-workers was reading it at her desk and said she felt a little uncomfortable. So I wanted to add this little warning to the poem.
(I haven't quite figured out how to do those expandable blog postings where I would write click here to read more.)
Now, I know it can be a little off-putting to realize that some folks consider math to be nearly pornographic and almost sexually explicit but this is the world we're living in. :)
Anyhow, feel free to add more comments about the poem. I'm surprised at how well it went over.
People started laughing and ooohing and ahhing early.
It's good that it's a fairly short and fast moving poem because I was able to pause comfortably while the audience expressed itself.
Who knew that math could be such great fun?
I'm just glad it worked out so well.
I may pull it out in another final round if I need a surefire showstopper.
posted by bl at 10:40 pm
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The second riddle of the sphinx.
When does one plus one equal one?
She tells me that math is about ideas.
Every equation is a poem.
Nothing can be divided by zero.
Always something is left.
Two minus one is not zero
but somehow a little less than one.
She knows I'm not a mathemetician.
She says it again.
When does one plus one equal one?
Trick question
I think.
I open my mouth to say
Trick question
But she kisses me
before I get the words out.
I don't know what to do.
She takes my hands,
places them on her chest.
She mouths the words
one plus one equals one.
Numbers start coming
I mean, ideas start coming.
One breast and one breast eqauls one body.
And I am certain that
she is reading my mind.
Every thought I have,
I mean my one thought,
My one-track mind.
She nods her head.
She kisses me again.
And again and again and again.
One kiss. One kiss?
I can no longer count.
One two seven eight
one-two, one-two one-two one
I am naked and she is laughing.
She says I have a small number.
And she laughs and she laughs
And she grabs my butt.
And she says add me up.
This stopped making sense a long time ago.
I am a writer not a mathemetician.
I have a small number?
But every equation is a poem.
One plus one equals one.
That's one verse.
A universe alone.
And she starts screaming out
Split me in two, yes, God, oh God, yes,
Split me in two.
A haiku
I do remember haiku
Five-Seven-Five
God, split me in two.
Oh God yes, oh oh God yes
God, split me in two.
Is she calling me God?
Is she praying?
I am no God.
I am not a mathemetician
nor a magician.
But yes, this is a prayer,
she says.
Yes, this is a prayer,
she says this is a prayer.
God, split me in two.
Separate me
my strength from my weakness
my joy from my pain
My true self from my false face.
Split me in two.
Make me one.
Make me whole.
Complete the equation.
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