Infinity

DDCdogood Well I beleive the voice within you, should determined validity. I mean your weren't , explaining the theory of relativity, other that the relevancy of the voice within, spoke. The subject, feeling, view, or politic, matters least. Were you patient with your own editorial process, if so, F**k em'. And another thing, consider the forum. On your toes 'weirdelf', not your heals. Keep em' comin' Jess Respectfully, DDC

that unlike infinity this poem gets far more accesible towards the middle. You begin with a very whimsical little ode, then get gleefully and nerdily serious. Stephen Hawking indeed! I'm not sure if at the end you were trying to steer some spirituality into the poem, but it just never materialized, or if that's my imagination. I loved the lines "Infinity plus 1 still equals infinity. It gets worse, or better the fractions between 0 and 1 are a bigger infinity than the counting numbers!" Genius, genius there I tell you! Mark

that wants to live forever.the answer is in the statement. Daring, Iknow...

I do appreciate you have me thinking. A bad habit if I let it get away from me and out of my control. I think the problem I/we have with infinity is it’s just a concept, not something tangible. When we choose to make it real, it does not want to cooperate … or accommodate. My aptitude re math is at the very top, but I’ve always found the study of it intolerably boring (plus my high school math teachers were uninspired (and left me in that same sorry condition)) … and I never pursued higher studies in that regard. I’d be happy to blame further the teachers, but I suspect that the fact that math is symbols and theory (rather than fact) didn’t warm my cockles enough to encourage further tasting. Instead, in my professional life I went with what felt more real, the language of words and literature. English, to be mathematically precise. All yours, Chuck

you probably wouldn't want to. so many of us pine for ultimate truth with sincerity our whole lives, poets and philosophers alike, and i wonder if we would really want the opportunity (as you skillfully suggest in this poem) to do so. this is more experimental than most of your work, that i can say without a doubt, and successfully so because you write without the chafing self consciousness that so often goes along with poetic experimentation. great job!

i LOVED IT. it was really cool how you showed infinity through numbers and no matter what they are all the same. I really loved the ending, it was really powerful to me. I felt the fear, I don't know if I would want to?

There isn't anything I can really offer, nothing I would change; I like it, I would say it belongs more in a book of debate topics becasue I believe in the logical concept, but no I don't sense any emotion in it

I found this very drab, almost like it was a 6th grade poem assignment and a kid wrote it at the end of 3rd period math class because it was due by 4th period English class. I know this was an inspired piece from a book, but I do not feel any kind of emotional or intellectual movement from this inspired piece. You did not show how it inspired. And I've liked some of your previous writing, so let's chalk this up to trying to explain an idea too much and not going with a feeling ... which I think poetry is more about: feeling.

I feel that this has a real performance feel to it. On the page, laid out in this structure it looks bland. However, the language itself is great. It has a vibrancy and is (given the theme) spuprisingly unpretentious. Infinity What a wanky title,(Italicised and seperate. Possible exclamation mark but I am truly trying to speak of things that we ordinarily avoid, they can make us feel so meek 1,2,3,4,…. (centre the numbers) we know where that goes, forever but double them 2,4,6,8,…. should be half the numbers but the sum is the same Infinity plus 1 still equals infinity. It gets worse, or better the fractions between 0 and 1 are a bigger infinity than the counting numbers! ½, ¼, 1/8 not to mention the irregulars, like pi. So I decided, in my arrogance, to close my eyes and from my mind see into the distance of infinity.(right justify, give the word an illustration) They opened quite quickly, pale and shaken I knew, it can be seen, but do I want to? This is how I see it on paper. I like space and using it. This poem has the theme that cries out for space. It would also help with reading it. It wouldn't look so scattergun. That is how I would see it. The seperation of the numbers would/could signify that they are only sybols; representation tweice removed from the actual (1/4 = one-quarter, etc.) I do like it though!

all i can see is someone on a bike going round in a figure eight Moiebuis strip remember that thing i think its just something we can think about imagine but too bad we cant have it touch it etc perhaps a needle in the arm and death at the end maybe thats infinity a stroke the last thought before vision fails and angels take us hopefully upwards I sucked at math big time i would love to understand it I like your poems though Weirdelf because you tackle them in the first place and try to make something artistic and poetic out of them its more like sculpting and sometimes it doesnt please everyone which is okay personally i believe you are writing more comments then poems sometimes which is greatly cool crap dont listen to me its friday its been a long day Love your work Freind ..O..

within poetry - blasphemy! (only said because I truly suck at math) Not fair that I have to read the book before a fair comment. I shall stomp my foot in protest. Always, Ronda