Give sorrow words. – William Shakespeare Every death’s a knot, A thorn that snags the soul. I sing my grief into the ground And cover up the hole. No simple anodyne, These actions that we take To sanctify the absences… Read More ›
Poems
Numbers: Badawi to His Torturers
They go from strength to strength, every one of them in Zion appeareth before God. – Psalm 84:7 Cracking and shattering, Shoulders and ribcages Stronger than oak under Cane after cane: “Pain is the weaponry Favored by weaklings and Strength… Read More ›
Numbers: All the Wrong People Dying
For Henry and Eric “Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.” ― Wm. Shakespeare, Macbeth Look how the world is lying, All the wrong people dying All the worst people thriving. Those who once were pariahs Fight for a crown of… Read More ›
Numbers: Autocorrect
The Internet will never be your friend, It isn’t now and won’t be at the end. It’s not a tool of which you are the master, It’s just a way to sell a little faster. No magic kingdom, this plutocracy,… Read More ›
Numbers: The Boy Who’d Kill
“Let the man rap a plan, said he’d send him home. But his hope was a rope, and he should have known.” – Curtis Mayfield (Freddie’s Dead) The boy who’d kill Is now your hero His central skill Is playing… Read More ›
Numbers: Riot
“Things’ll look a whole lot better for the working classes, working classes.” – Gang of Four, I Found That Essence Rare As I am a son of the working classes, I cast a critical eye on wealth. As I am Regular… Read More ›
#Anonymous #Sabu Week Numbers: Nerd Agonistes
“Do your own time.” – prison saying Two things rob the world of wonder: Reducing life to magic numbers And twisting it to hide your blunders. Which is which is hard to say. One denies there’s a price to pay,… Read More ›
Numbers: Large Number Theory
“The true mystery of the world is the visible.” – Oscar Wilde Medieval lunch box chums sprinkle salt on shams, Yielding to tramlines that run up the backs of stockings. Pronghorn antelope burst apart in a shower of springs Amid… Read More ›
Numbers: The Fiction of a Lock
“Open, locks, Whoever knocks!” – Wm. Shakespeare The day a man first locked his door, His neighbor learned to lift the latch. He bent a branch and stripped a switch And softly crossed the empty floor. The rich throw bolts… Read More ›
Numbers: The Death of Alberto Nisman
“I depart for the great Maybe.” – François Rabelais The day Alberto Nisman died Flowers broke his skull, His eyes like prisms bent the light And plenty burst from null. The single truth a life secures By simply being so Unravels… Read More ›
The Cryptosphere 