Friday, March 19, 2004
Algebra Seasons
Frozen summer
Rebirth fall
Blooming winter
Ode to inverses
x squared plus four x plus two
Seventy-three x cubed
Si beagh si mhor
Does it really matter?
It's still a parabola
ax+b, square root of 4ac
Multiply it by z to the seventh
Add 3i+97 to the total
And what do you get?
Just another number
Digits scrolling across the screen
Values scribbled on a crumpled paper
And there in the corner, a silver leaf
A blossom
A frigate, a sword, an eye
Or maybe it's a map,
Middle Earth perhaps?
Or maybe Lomond?
Does it matter? It's not math
Whatever it is, it's not math
And therefore it doesn't matter
Because it's not math
So sick of it all
Grey pencil smears, fading red ink
Eraser dust and torn holes
Conclusions aren't always right
Seven minus two doesn't always equal five
Are you sure the square root of nine is three?
Is there a proof?
Proofs don't always work
Give a counterexample
Explain your reasoning
Solve it for y
And ask yourself, why?
Because it's math
And conclusions aren't always right
Ode to inverses
Conclusions aren't always right
And whispers aren't always quiet
Grey summer.
[A/N] This is what happens when I get bored in algebra class...
Random Quote:
In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.
- Fran Lebowitz
// posted by Ha'ri @ 3/19/2004 01:44:00 PM 
