Standing perched on two small soles
A towering heavy mass
Improbably balanced
Upon the Earth
I am but one
In a swarm of 7.9 billion
One breath in one moment
Is 7.9 billion breaths in 7.9 billion
concurrent moments
Times the number of breaths in a day
Times the number of days in a
lifetime.
One sustaining morsel is 7.9 billion in
kind
My waste is the waste of 7.9 billion
My feet upon the path
Are 7.9 billion x 2
My desires for comfort and wellness
Are 7.9 billion desires
My dead flesh and bones
Buried deep in the earth
Or sent skyward in a cloud of my own
smoke
Are the remains of 7.9 billion
And counting.
I don't know why I thought that poetry was the right medium for that thought exploration. I could have gone with prose, but I there is something about poetry that both constrains and liberates my thinking in just the right way. Now, I'm not saying my poem is anything special, but I gained insight by trying to come up with ideas that resonated with me. And it's important that I really wanted insight, I believe. If you are not pushing yourself to articulate connections for the purpose of seeking some sort of truth, I'm not sure that the exercise is very meaningful. In my case, the exploration of a such a large number helped me understand what it meant to be one human being in a population of 7.9 billion. It leveled every person to a single plane of existence defined by the basics of life and death.
Karaali's (2014) personal journey with mathematics and poetry was interesting because it shows how it is never to late to pursue a powerful medium like poetry (or mathematics) and that the connections between the two are profound. She is an example of the mathematician-turned-mathy poet. I would never suggest that I am a poet, but I am certainly more naturally poetic than mathematical. If the connections between the two media are indeed as profound as Karaali suggests they are, then perhaps there is a mathematician inside me that might yet be nurtured.
Now to my favourite of the bunch: Sarah Glaz's 2018 interview with JoAnne Growney. I think I love JoAnne Growney. She's the kind of person I would like to spend some time with. She reminds me of two ladies that lived next door to me growing up: Mary and Vin. They chose to dance with teaching and learning. They had each other as well, but their shared love was teaching. What a wonderful influence they were! They were so funny, kind, and smart. They helped my dad complete his schooling and were there for my family in the roughest times. Anyway, JoAnne's poetry has that mixture of humor, kindness, and intelligence. Her beliefs that "everything connects" and that "you can learn from everything you do" ring very true to me. I am jealous of her mathematical knowledge...even something as simple as 6 and 28 being perfect numbers. There are so many interesting ideas in mathematics that I am not even aware of. The poet in me loves to make connections between interesting ideas. If you don't learn new ideas, you cannot make new and interesting connections.
When I delved into the biographies of the Bridges poets, I skimmed past many and went straight for JoAnne (and Susan, of course). Even hearing her slightly quavering voice reading My Dance is Mathematics was perfect. Her telling of the story of Emmy Noether was emotional and although it was specifically about this one amazing (and nearly lost) mathematician, it reminded me of many women that I have known, including my own mother and grandmother. They are not mathematicians or physicists but they could have been. Instead, they overanalyzed, controlled, and directed their own small worlds to their own personal detriment. The severe depression they both struggled with was as a result of boredom. Instead, they should have been at those conferences making it very difficult for JoAnne to count the number of women present with her.
I also really enjoyed the poetry of Mike Naylor. I definitely appreciated his playfulness and sense of rhythm. His Water's Edge poem was, I think, a great poetical exploration of how by trying to measure the seemingly finite curves of the waters edge, you approach something infinitely complex. I also found the poem Entirely Nothing clever and beautiful. Is the the removal of the centre third over and over again also a type of fractal exploration? It seems like it.
Fibonacci Poems:
These are fun little poems to write. I think children would enjoy them as much as writing Haikus with the added benefit that it gives them an excuse to learn a bit about the Fibonacci sequence and perhaps even play with other number patterns as possible poem structures. In fact, I'm sure that teachers would really like this idea and find it doable.
My own little 'Fib' poems document two life experiences--one belonging to my feisty Corgi and one belonging to my youngest son. I've also included a 6 x 6 syllable poem documenting my youngest son's first day on a real job (which was today).
GEORGIE
stop!
you!
heed my
glorious
golden royal ruff
proud paw stomping bouncing deck dance
SAVORY ISLAND, SUMMER 2021
young
teens
sans tech
sleeping bags
sweep of stars above
glow of life in paths of skipped stones
PAJOS, FEBRUARY 2022
fried fish in cramped quarters
rush of hungry people
no time to ponder--go!
stir, dip, and fry--rotate!
chop, laugh, and swear--rotate!
greet, serve, and sell--rotate!
so sweet--your first real job.
Hello Jen,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your poem, you drew such a beautiful picture of the globe with the number of populations, breaths, and wastes. When I was reading your poem, I somehow imagine the earth as a giant aquarium with 7.9 billion big and small sea animals. The breaths are transformed into bubbles and wastes as fish feces. Health and well-being are what every life-being is looking and wishing for. Your poem connects to the life cycle of all kinds(born-growth-maturity-decline) and some important values of living, the desires for comfort and wellness, that everyone can relate to. Your statement, “if you don’t learn new ideas, you cannot make new and interesting connections.” speaks to me. When I was writing my very first mathematical poem this week, the new ideas of poem writing really helped me to develop my personal feelings about the math concepts. I found the Fib poem writing fascinating, it starts with something simple (1, 1, 2, 5 words) and allows writers to dive in and extend the poem as much as they like. My poem is not as long as yours, but it was an exciting experience to connect something I teach to my students with my imaginations.
Jen, I join Stella in complementing your beautiful thought exploration and Fib poems. I was struck by your acknowledging that your purpose was to push yourself to articulate connections to achieve insight. I like this honesty and while I too believe everything connects and relate to your wanting to level all people, I also feel that it is important to know our own special gifts and ways to give these. I was impressed by the strength of your words and opinions and carrying these with conviction.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your mother and grandmother’s experiences and how these have affected your life as an educator. In turn, I want to share with you the end of the poet-botanist Robin Wall-Kimmerer’s beautiful book ‘Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants’ (2014):
“The fierce defense of all that has been given. Gifts of mind, hands, heart, voice, and vision all offered up on behalf of the earth. Whatever our gift, we are called to give it and to dance for the renewal of the world. In return for the privilege of breath”.