It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Saturday, January 23, 2016

D. Powell Poetry :: :: Autumn In Ohio (1932) :: :: An Excerpt

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Little houses warmed themselves
in the scarlet glory
of overhanging maples
Hydrangeas gloomily cherished
their last rusty blossoms

Withering hedges shrunk back
from the little white fences
they had concealed
all summer long.


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