Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
wowgreat: 56359 noiseWave10 (by holgerlippmann)
via John Diliberto on Echoes
every good thing every true thing beautiful in me is You
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams Turns mine to wax. And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins How at the mountain...
fingers dance. voice groans. soul flies.
“The relationship to art is obvious. The mimicry of nature ties mathematics to the natural sciences. Many economic indicators show fractal behavior. The most valuable link set up by fractals is the link to the real world seen every day. Fractal mathematics describes the shapes seen in the natural world: clouds, trees, mountains, even surf breaking on a beach. Traditional aesthetes like poets...