This is a canzone for day 2 of DFC '12. 11 syllables per line, rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef aa
Those two mathematical sets TOTALLY DON'T COUNT TOWARD THE NUMBER OF STANZAS just sayin'. I wanted to space the lines out to reduce the temptation to make this too singsong-y and keep the rhymes spaced out a bit.
Used the idea of set theory. See Georg Cantor (sneaky use of his last name, no?) if you'd like more info. I don't really feel like trying to explain math at the present...
Hope you enjoy! I'm not entirely happy with this, but there you are, I suppose.
"You and Me - Set Theory"
{0=n-n}
"Truth," he said, "truth is pure multiplicity,"
and I suppose he was thinking of sidewalks—
I've been chasing concrete cracks round the city,
planting face, hoping for the growth of beanstalks
to clear out my heart-cracks of your name.
My cheek against the sun-warmed slabs of concrete
touches your cheek, sets my whole body aflame
with you—here, I see where earth and heaven meet.
{Ø{Ø,Ø}…}
My mathematician, if only you could sing
to me about the universe, my Cantor,
could tell me of the pavement to which I cling;
we are a set in stones, small and granular.
Though truth cannot be found in simplicity,
still, like sidewalk cracks, truth's in infinity.
Those two mathematical sets TOTALLY DON'T COUNT TOWARD THE NUMBER OF STANZAS just sayin'. I wanted to space the lines out to reduce the temptation to make this too singsong-y and keep the rhymes spaced out a bit.
Used the idea of set theory. See Georg Cantor (sneaky use of his last name, no?) if you'd like more info. I don't really feel like trying to explain math at the present...
Hope you enjoy! I'm not entirely happy with this, but there you are, I suppose.
"You and Me - Set Theory"
{0=n-n}
"Truth," he said, "truth is pure multiplicity,"
and I suppose he was thinking of sidewalks—
I've been chasing concrete cracks round the city,
planting face, hoping for the growth of beanstalks
to clear out my heart-cracks of your name.
My cheek against the sun-warmed slabs of concrete
touches your cheek, sets my whole body aflame
with you—here, I see where earth and heaven meet.
{Ø{Ø,Ø}…}
My mathematician, if only you could sing
to me about the universe, my Cantor,
could tell me of the pavement to which I cling;
we are a set in stones, small and granular.
Though truth cannot be found in simplicity,
still, like sidewalk cracks, truth's in infinity.
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