Sunday, February 13, 2005

maths...

i would say i'm terrible at mathematics, but that isn't entirely true. i think maybe i'm just more interested in other things so i don't endeavor to cozy up to math. but using the known to find the unknown is handy. equations. means on the end of my tongs i pick up math morsel. mmm.

in other instances (i'm not sherlock) what do i have? use the unknown to find the known and mostly i'm tongless. deduction but. hmm. dunno. speculative. dunno. dunno.

there are some things that won't weather direct address. and so speculate where i can't ask. is it fleeting? where do you walk? with whom? how fast?

moreover, how do? how do?

i retain letters because they retain. fold and unfold again. and cranes. boats. hovercraft. there's a certain attachment to transport. i'm stamped and still remain. on account of fondness. stupidly poor form. that's my part.

handball is a forced monologue. i say good day! dismissive. i say good-bye, sir! and bye and bye and bye and bye back again. which is an unhappy return. a holding pattern. a flight recorder.

there is one here. there is one there. there's no sign in the middle. no extending instrument. no tidy edge. no backward working check.

my math is not as bad as that.

must to sleep. g'night.

2 Comments:

Blogger Chelsea said...

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12:22 AM  
Blogger dishpantheism said...

thanks so much, chelsea. wow. i really didn't think anyone (save a few friends) read this thing. please continue to read! i'll keep posting!

3:45 PM  

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