- for Chris -
Of mathematicians who couldn’t count to three!
Of afternoons filled with unrehearsed glee!
Of buttresses flown through the architraved senses!
Abstractions deployed in their varying tenses!
Of genus, genius and the square emcee!
Of studious Claptons who skewered riffs of pi,
setting traps for velveteen Thales in the sky!
Of Frenchmen who wrote about words and things!
Of poets who struggled to rhyme their an’s and ing’s!
Of digits which flared in the night to astound us!
Of flames which flaked within and around us!
Of Russians with names that ended in “vich” and “pov”!
Of Jacques Lacan and the inimitable Slav
who had a grin that stretched from ear to ear
and who summoned for us the crucial point, my dear!
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