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diff --git a/article/index.html b/article/index.html index 6874711..711ac4c 100755 --- a/article/index.html +++ b/article/index.html @@ -12,6 +12,7 @@ <p>Pages for other projects (i.e. Evosaur) are not listed—only independent articles are listed here. These are sorted from newest to oldest. Some do not come with HTML anchors: these articles are not published online, but are still listed here. For these, you may ask me for a copy in real life, but it is within my rights to decline such requests. Note that if an article ID has an asterisk (*), it is considered literature and its meaning shall not be interpreted literally.</p> <p><a href="/contact.html">Feel free to comment on any of the articles.</a></p> <ul> + <li><a href="poems-1.html">Poems Collection 1</a> (15*)</li> <li><a href="means.html">Means</a> (14*)</li> <li><a href="depravity.html">Depravity</a> (13*)</li> <li><a href="dream-of-the-whisker.html">Dream of the Whisker</a> (12*)</li> diff --git a/article/poems-1.html b/article/poems-1.html new file mode 100755 index 0000000..337a546 --- /dev/null +++ b/article/poems-1.html @@ -0,0 +1,141 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" lang="en"> + <head> + <title>Poem Collection 1</title> + <link rel="stylesheet" href="/plain.css" /> + <link rel="shortcut icon" href="/favicon.ico" type="image/x-icon" /> + <meta charset="utf-8" /> + </head> + <body> + <h1>Poem Collection 1</h1> + <p>Article ID: 15*</p> + +<p> +Had witness my fall you recalled the path I took,<br /> +Projectiles to pass by space; time closed thy book<br /> +To ram but slow I shut my ears and eyes<br /> +Flowing through called history thy trust no doubt? +</p> + +<p> +Damaged walls, flake of snow<br /> +Fluorescent bulbs to the wicked glow<br /> +Copper-plated zinc, as electrons fly off—<br /> +Less energy, more mass,<br /> +Bonds fuse and dissipate through. +</p> + +<p> +Call for distress I pull through wind and <br /> +Reciprocal squares guard my flame!<br /> +Gift of time we lost our brain,<br /> +Collectively trialed to the scent of law. +</p> + +<p> +A tie, a knot<br /> +Blank tile of red paper<br /> +No truth I behold<br /> +booklets I then fold<br /> +Leaves have fallen through<br /> +The last rupture of space<br /> +Time hauls, halts, as<br /> +My inertia approaches the essence<br /> +Subjectivity I entail<br /> +That last, final mail.<br /> +First straw thy burnt<br /> +Reducingly brick red I turn<br /> +Why, the notion of myself?<br /> +What basis vectors I base upon?<br /> +Me, contra-variant perspectives<br /> +Limited at zero but never approaching<br /> +in finite steps.<br /> +Impedance to the arrow<br /> +Coils induce, right thumb.<br /> +Like a diverging series I pass<br /> +Through covariant species. +</p> + +<p> +Maple trees that vanish<br /> +While last it's me who's banished,<br /> +FLEE, RUN WHILE YOU'RE ALIVE—<br /> +Equations you cannot derive.<br /> +Integrate; syndicate; resonate!<br /> +Iterating through the ashes of history<br /> +We being in the gory and your glory.<br /> +We're all in a hurry, but worry you not;<br /> +I had my best at calculating my determinant,<br /> +What's left is all but ultimately permanent.<br /> +Clot! Shot? Weeding through time and space.<br /> +No eigenvalues that mind could could encompass,<br /> +While you still have the privilege for forecasts! +</p> + +<p> +A game of roulette<br /> +That starry of a couplet;<br /> +Seeking knowledge<br /> +Without that assuage.<br /> +<i>Thy brain is <b>squishy</b></i><br /> +Heart ceases to be wishy.<br /> +Dreams crushed,<br /> +Faces blushed.<br /> +Perpetually elevated,<br /> +Never subjugated. +</p> + +<p> +May the base case be proven, by induction<br /> +we arrive at a construction.<br /> +Blocks of clay invisibly built,<br /> +No sense of pride or guilt.<br /> +Cold and austere,<br /> +Painting a sphere clear near.<br /> +Dreams of symbols,<br /> +Winge for the last call.<br /> +But it always awaits,<br /> +Never do you demodulate.<br /> +No need to be redemptive,<br /> +Truth itself relative. +</p> + +<p> +At the end of the day I phew<br /> +Lips turn blue;<br /> +Falling into misery<br /> +No degree that I've deprived!<br /> +Painting my soul,<br /> +Let go of that control.<br /> +Strolling enrolling a whole percent.<br /> +Nothing to represent, scent of intent—<br /> +Reproaching the limit<br /> +only Pis and Sigmas<br /> +By what they underlie.<br /> +Goodbye?<br /> +No reply. +</p> + +<p> +Deprived of truth that I see eternal,<br /> +I swear to god, none that saw feudal.<br /> +Coaxially aligned my heart's contrived,<br /> +By pen and ink thy mind has arrived.<br /> +<br /> +Standing on the shoulder of giants—<br /> +or rather under the shoes of no alliant's.<br /> +I burn, I oxidize, but then reduce,<br /> +But no theorem or method could induce.<br /> +<br /> +May those not maligned shall fly,<br /> +No key of mine might apply.<br /> +Bombard the idea that I survive<br /> +All I am is alive. +</p> + + <div id="footer"> + <hr /> + <p><a href="/">Andrew Yu's Website</a></p> + </div> + </body> +</html> |