When I was in third grade,
I told my fellow students
that the woman who invented math
had been killed in a fire.
It was a good thing, I said,
because she was putting
the finishing touches
on something even worse than math,
something the schools
were aching to get their hands on.
I told my fellow students
that the woman who invented math
had been killed in a fire.
It was a good thing, I said,
because she was putting
the finishing touches
on something even worse than math,
something the schools
were aching to get their hands on.
Michael Cadnum, Edge
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| Sharing Things You Found Out Only a Short Time Ago Yourself 4 x 6" postcard; acrylic and collage abstract 2020 |
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8 comments:
Wish they knew about that "joy" when I was in third grade!
I still have learning blocks in math and spelling! Thank you Miss Greenleaf!
Oh, Carol, so sorry to hear that joy was not front and center for you in third grade. But, oh, the joy you experience and offer through your painting now!
Dear Dotty,
This is a truly wonderful way to combine your love for language and art!
Something worse than math? ha ha! I can only imagine your transformed students slack-jawed at the transformation your teaching inspires...xo
Simone, thank you! I am having such fun with this series, playing around to get the art, the painting title, and the prose poem interacting with each other in a way that pleases me.
Thanks, Jen. Indeed, something worse than math! I LOVE the moments of transformation that pop up during my tutorial sessions—I never know when those moments will take place, and I never know which of us will be the teacher, which the student.
LOVE this Dotty :)
Thanks, friend. I was so stumped by this start when I went to bring it to some kind of resolution, and the collage 'aphorism' felt uncomfortably trite or saccharine until I gave it a little edge and counterbalance with its title and prose poem accessory.
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