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The Scariest Stanza In All of Poetry

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--Kristof, Nicholas, "Gifts That Say You Care", New York Times, December 3, 2011.
--Moravia, Alberto, "Poetry and the Novel", Threepenny Review, Summer, 1987
--Harris, Roy, The Origin of Writing, Open Court Publishing Co., 1986
 

Numerous number systems beyond the real: complex numbers, octonions, omnions which can eat whole black holes. It's axiomatic that your personal history, preferences, how you feel account for nothing at all. $30 buys a flock of chickens for a needy family (International Rescue Committee) $29 gets a girl a school uniform (CARE), for $300 you can stock a fish pond (Heifer International) $69 can start a female entrepreneur in the sewing business (Mercy Corps) $5 will buy a bed net that protects a family from mosquitoes (Against Malaria) 20th century experiments demonstrated that electrical charge is quantized; that is, it comes in multiples of individual small units called the elementary charge, e, approximately equal to 1.602 x 10-19 coulombs (except for particles called quarks which have charges that are multiples of 1/3e). Why has the experimentalism of the avant-garde, which has failed in the novel, succeeded in poetry? Because poetry is always experimental; while the novel, on the contrary, by its nature, cannot be . . . which is to say that experimentalism is synonymous with poetry, and that applied to the novel, it leads simply to the substitution of the novel with poetry. --Alberto Moravia Man made the town, Fibonacci inflated zero to be the wheel around which the universe turns and language is the soul walking and talking quietly or going angrily to war. "Counting is in its very essence magical, if any human practice is at all. For numbers are things no one has ever seen or heard or touched." As are words. Joan Didion thought the scariest stanza in all of poetry begins Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream. The elements, the material penumbra, irresolvable for the mortal, readily dissolve in words and numbers.

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