Amorphous Trapezoid Lives!

This is the first post of my first blog. My plan for the blog is to post miscellaneous ramblings, rantings, poetry, mathematics (rarely), games, fun stuff, serious stuff, whatever I feel like posting.

Let me start with a poem. It is by no means my best poem. (I have written thousands.) Nor is it my worst. (Ha!)

Ahhemmm....


This Triumphant Dawn
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Flat upon the floor, the butterfly has descended.
Its wings are outstretched and symmetrical
And painted in such a mediocre glow. Oh, then
The rain ceases, and then the sky tempts
This anthropomorphic lepidopteran. Then one wing
Is raised into dimensions beyond us. Then
The bug is perpendicular. Then, upwards
A single dream tilts until the tiredness remains
In that insect; yet it does not retreat,
For it has already become what it may become.

Oh, thrust forward, the butterfly levitates itself
From its prison upon the Earth. And it
Strains, although it endures. And, therefore,
It is vertical once again. Freed from
Its sickness, it flutters slowly then faster.
And, finally, it lifts itself into the cosmos.
Its exertion becomes its enlightenment.
And it flies forth as it had before.

Ah, but I, however, remain flat and desperate,
Despite my possibility. Because I am not a butterfly;
I am not more than human. But yet I am
Also symmetrical; yet I am also introverted
And glistening in the tautologies of my
Ambidextrous and superstitious extremities.

And so I wonder if I too may someday float
Above my meaning, wonder if I too may
Express the flight within me, express this
Triumphant dawn that each person tends to obscure,
That each person hopes to soon be our own
Very spectacular and personal ascension.

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Poetry not your thing? Well, even if it is, you may enjoy my webpage of computer art.
Here is a link to my relatively low-resolution and unschooled computer art:

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I created most of these works with Photoshop. But I have neglected to use many of the spiffy filters that would have taken away from the works' originality.
Sorry about my low level of talent. (Some of my works are rather cliche, as well.) I am not a professional artist.
But I have created a variety of types of images. If you don't like something I did, then hopefully you will like something else I did.

If you are more a science person than a humanities person, it should be noted that from time to time I will post mathematical results here. But don't worry if that is not your thing. I don't plan on posting much math on this blog. If, however, you would love to see some of my math, I have posted over the years many math results and games to the Usenet groups sci.math and sometimes rec.puzzles. Check it out.

I can also get political. But I think I will leave my politics for another blog.

Thanks,
Leroy Quet

PS: Another randomly-picked poem:
(By the way, I make no claim that this poem is written in even close to the style in which I most often write poetry.)

Hieroglyphs
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I am the obelisk afloat
Within this fluid of bubbles,
Bubbles each enshrouded
In their own shadows,
In their beauty made from
Our enumeration, made from a
Gathering mist we did once strive
To braid, did once strive to funnel
As each night through its dreams,
Through sands expressed upon the clouds,
Upon the gasping uncertainty always
Ambivalent despite its horizon, despite
Its forgotten prism into which we seek
The torrid elongation of these numbers
And their cement still strained,
Still inflected but seen
As obvious, as understood, as vertical
Yet without form, without any solidity
Except its own hieroglyphs aroused.