Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Transcendental, not Transcendent

Today is Pi Day. 3/14 -- and it is celebrated at 1:59:24 this afternoon.

I am marking the occasion by listening to Hard'n'Phirm's song Pi on repeat.


When ink and pen in hands of men inscribe your form (bipedal P) / they draw an altar on which God has slaughtered all stability / no eyes could soak in all the places you anoint and yet to see you all at once we only need the point / flirting with infinity our geometric progeny that fit inside you oh so tight with triangles that feel so right

(many digits of pi, recited)

Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline / the patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin / and if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor / then Man will know the death of God where wonder was before


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