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Before Rene Descartes does this world depart 
he gives analytic geometry its big head start 
from bugs that draw graphs crawling on his ceiling; 
as he lies sprawling, sick in bed, reeling.

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  1. Date: 3/23/2012 1:26:00 PM
    i enjoyed reading about a different side of Descarte i had always read his philosophies rather than his maths.

  1. Date: 12/18/2011 9:52:00 AM
    I have to say that at first this poem went right over my head (for similar reasons to andrea) but now I actually know something about him, I am very amused. I also like this form, which I have not really come into contact with before.

  1. Date: 12/15/2011 8:24:00 PM
    I loved it when the discriminant within the radical sign of the quadratic formula turned out to be negative. That meant the equation had no real roots, and did not intersect the x-axis at any point. There was no need to proceed after that. Your clerihew described the father of Cartesian Geometry quite well.

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 9:26:00 AM
    Great verse on a lazy lout. You give him the correction he needs.

  1. Date: 12/7/2011 9:23:00 PM
    that's sure a strange picture for me! well, I don't know anything about Descartes except i heard his name somewhere! So was this guy accustomed to getting sick?

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    Date: 12/7/2011 10:51:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    He never got out of bed before noon; always sickly. In a haze he watched bugs on the ceiling and got the idea for graphs; you know, x & y axis. That joined up algebra and geometry. Not really a topic for poetry, but I like.