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Geometry for Dyslexics (Sonnet) by zodiac
God's children, they hijacked parchment planes, or made them vaster, yet more finite so (a trick lost on, or to, Cartesians;) for all day we'd watched, helpless as dreamers, hands that swayed straight parallels, then failed to intersect what ought've intersected – so; and trod the same bent circles till (forgetting these were God's own figures,) we abridged. Outlawed the negative, odd angles, sines. Left squares reduced to weightlessness, whose even-shod simplicity lulled us, told us how a piece outweighs the whole, how points are naught. That there's a good to invert evil - and a God still greater than or equal to our cares.

Down the ladder: Baudelaire: The Albatross

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Arithmetic Mean: 8.0
Weighted score: 5.806824
Overall Rank: 1667
Posted: November 6, 2004 5:25 AM PST; Last modified: November 6, 2004 5:25 AM PST
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Comments:
[n/a] Dovina @ 69.175.6.101 | 6-Nov-04/7:00 AM | Reply
Gobbeldygoop.
[8] Sasha @ 69.138.240.116 | 6-Nov-04/11:13 AM | Reply
Quite planar if I do say so myself.
Adding the same thing to both sides of "tangled"
like this has made me lean out to my shelf
with parallel hands and take my textbook, spangled
with blots and gum, has made me start the fire
in my hearth early this year. You have made
me take the deadened textbook to its pyre
on logs and mourn it with the spark and spade.

Thank God! I cremated my mathbook after
I'd read this poem, though this poem meant
as much as what it made me burn. The scent
of smoke perfumes the rafters. I'm all laughter:
A math-made poem is as out of whack
as fortune-telling by the zodiac.

though the last stanza or so was really really good and so was the beginning. But a lot of it was needlessly complex. Since I'm a dyslexic, (and no, you didn't "offend" me) this poem I guess missed its point. Though I must say that if it's a dyslexic joke, it's quite funny.
[n/a] zodiac @ 212.118.14.17 > Sasha | 7-Nov-04/12:55 AM | Reply
All the dyslexic stuff came from really teaching a dyslexicon highschool geometry. It's not really a dyslexic joke, though.

When I wrote this, I thought it was the most genius metaphor ever. Now I think it's just preciouse beyond bearing.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 82.39.20.71 > zodiac | 7-Nov-04/5:13 AM | Reply
Can you explain the joke/metaphor? I can't be bothered to read your poeme.
[10] Bachus @ 24.130.62.63 | 7-Nov-04/11:35 PM | Reply
That was a mouthful of muscle.
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