Never had any mathematical conversations with anybody, because there was nobody else in my field.
quote by Alonzo Church
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Mathematical calculation
Mathematical calculation failed
Life succeeded with full swim
With formula of love and affection
It is correct mathematical calculation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The sciences do not try to explain, they hardly even try to interpret, they mainly make models. By a model is meant a mathematical construct which, with the addition of certain verbal interpretations, describes observed phenomena. The justification of such a mathematical construct is solely and precisely that it is expected to work.
quote by John Von Neumann
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The sciences do not try to explain, they hardly even try to interpret, they mainly make models. By a model is meant a mathematical construct which, with the addition of certain verbal interpretations, describes observed phenomena. The justification of such a mathematical construct is solely and precisely that it is expected to work.
quote by Johann Von Neumann
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The principal aim of mathematical education is to develop certain faculties of the mind, and among these intuition is not the least precious. It is through it that the mathematical world remains in touch with the real world, and even if pure mathematics could do without it, we should still have to have recourse to it to fill up the gulf that separates the symbol from reality.
quote by Henri Poincare
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Every attempt to employ mathematical methods in the study of chemical questions must be considered profoundly irrational and contrary to the spirit of chemistry... If mathematical analysis should ever had prominent place in chemistry - an aberration, which is happily almost impossible - it would be a rapid and widespread degeneration of that science.
Auguste Comte in Philosophie Positive (1832)
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Love Field
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your lips still sealed
In a love field
Lost in a sea of imaginary women
Everything youd want
From the dawn to the dimming
Breath comes sharp and heart beats faster
In a love field
Cold ground for a pillow
Under a blanket of stars
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Headlights that startled
This embrace of hours
In a love field
In a crooked house
Where things can be arranged
You think youre different from the rest
But you dont see how youve changed
Under an archway
On a road of white linen
In a love field
Feel the anxious rhythm of a functional stranger
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Shes so tense but its never mentioned
In a love field
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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I tell my friends about my conversations with my father - conversations with an artist.
quote by Ray Conniff
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Blue Sky
There is a blue sky that shudders
And turns black after exhaustion;
The fires are on, in the childhood,
Many of these days are like fountains.
Loathing the men of mathematical qualities
Is nearly making me shudder,
For the shunning of the sun is huge.
Underneath the sky of the star is a planet,
And the soil is an open field of commerce.
Let the black mountains outshine others
In their blackness, so that fire of igneous rocks
Inflames our heart and speaks mathematically high.
poem by Naveed Akram
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People Once Sought
Conversations have lost comforts,
Of mutual exchange.
Forced engagements now depend,
On premeditated thoughts...
Once enjoyed but now has ended.
And abandoned curiousities
Seemed to have peaked and shallowed.
But no one dares to admit something is missing.
People once sought to share conversations...
Are finding their presence disapproved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talks With The Dead
He converses too often
with the dead. The talks
Remembered, taken in
Deep the words said.
He sorts through afterwards
The conversations, what
Was said by who to whom,
And how was said. And as
He spoke took in the eyes
Of those speaking, the open
Happiness there, the lack
Of worries, absence of fear
Of their mortality, being there
In that other place, just a finger
Tip, a cool breath’s feel away.
He sees them, they pass by,
Time of no concern, no pressures
For them anymore, just the talking,
Soft conversations with those
Who have moved on, those who
Felt death’s kiss and touch over much.
poem by Terry Collett
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Face My Nemesis
Amid the office noise I am learning @
is called ‘arobase' - a quarter to three is
trois heures moins le quart, three minus a
quarter - enough to shut my brain down,
numbers have a deadly impact on me
Stop all synapses firing at once, I turn
into a dunce, stare vacantly at pages
of information I can't understand, why
should life be thus, as a mathematical
genius I could have been rich
In a universe that can be described in a
world famous mathematical equation
where E is energy, m mass, c the
speed of light, whatever it means -
everything is relative
And I must face my nemesis, numbers
expressed in French in a minefield of
arobases while telling time, I'm sinking
into the depths of my black hole brain,
information goes in - but never
Comes out again…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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They Love But They Were Never Loved In Return
and there they are
inside the room of beauty
and lonely conversations
they roam the world
unable to learn the art of permanence
the lessons
of staying in one place and be sober
they love that much
and give themselves all in the name of love
yet they are never loved
in return
the reason why they go from one place to another
like gypsies
looking for love on dark nights till dawn
till the weary morning
till noonday
and till the night comes again
howling and teasing them
loving so loving
and yet so unloved
it is nature's curse
a spell not broken till the end
and so i see them in this room of beauty
and lonely conversations
they cut my hair and clean me
with powder and their brushes
until the floor is filled
with what i am shedding off
and then i leave them again
and visit them
as often as i feel dirty
and unshaven
missing the lonely conversations
the hush of loves always unrequited
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They Show Up In Droves At Funerals
I know of a place,
Where people know others
By what has been told to them.
People will say, 'Oh, I know 'them'.
I heard this and that! '
And they have had not one convesation at all.
Not with that person.
Even those related...
However they are related.
'See' each other their entire lives...
And know absolutely nothing about the other.
However...
They show up in droves at funerals.
To make pointless conversations.
And roll their eyes at those...
Because someone said they said something,
About someone else.
And they had the 'nerve' to appear to pay
Their respects!
These places exist.
Without conversations being shared,
By either the ones who have departed...
Or,
By those standing in line to feed themselves...
During the repast!
Some will take food to go.
As if at a fast food restaurant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conversations (AKA Unfinished Business)
Conversations through the phone
raises issues that still impact
on indigenous Australians. There
is also a message of hope!
Imagination, creativity, art, dance,
music, and inventive conversations.
Positive expressions of Indigenous
survival.
Mr Prime Minister, The Mayor,
young folk, warriors without
treaties, the wider community . . .
The message as always,
even though we smile.
Land Rights, sovereignty, no more
crap, ignorance and unabated racism.
poem by Lisa Bellear
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Inspired by Issa - your rice field, my rice field
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our dreams in tokyo
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our sons in tokyo
inspired
your rice field
my rice field
the same green
-Issa,1815
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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There has to be a mathematical explanation for how bad that tie is.
quote by Russell Crowe
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Defending my Insanity
I’ve had conversations with the rain
Both night and day we talk
It told me how things will be
When I’m sitting naked in the rain
Nothing feels the same
The people that see me whisper
“he must be insane just sitting there
naked in the rain”
But what does anybody else know?
I ask my weather friend
I ask the rain advice
Some direction for this life
And I listen…
It answers without reply
So get dressed and go inside
I’ve had conversations with the rain
It chooses not to speak to me
But I’ll talk with it again
poem by Nicolas 'Kokonutz' Kokonas
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In His Hands
Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room
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One cannot really argue with a mathematical theorem.
quote by Stephen Hawking
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The laws of nature are but the mathematical thoughts of God.