26 February 2014

# 26 - the geometry of the vietcong

my poetry is clearly going nuts
my mathematics is out of control
my politics admits no ifs or buts
my melodies remodel rock 'n' roll

my choruses dissemble and cajole
my balladry defoliates and bleeds
my calculus kneels on a grassy knoll
my banditry plants vines amongst the weeds

my domination dances in the reeds
my assonance approximates the rhyme
my doggerel will sing of fictive deeds
my algebra will break the back of time

the Devil cannot silence Grothendieck
what is a metre? whereof do we speak?


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