test 02

Reminds me of that little hand-held game Simon, with the beeping, and the flashing, and the noises and such.... Pwetty, as they say in New Hampshire.

Good job, Daddio.

yes, really getting into it now.

what the fuck is the point of this poem? anybody can do a few numbers in a pattern

bet you never "got" abstract expressionism either.  :)

(but yes, right, you're close to correct)

I feel keenly the lack of 4.  That it may only be present here as a factor of 8 or 12 speaks of its loss of identity in a society that scorns the symmetry of the square, yet still privileges the individual.  

There are other numbers missing too.  I don't care about those.  They're not pretty.

1
 
4
 
5
6
8
 
12 end
 
Yes! Though I had included it, as you observed, as a metaphorical factor; the second you
mentioned it I felt a hole (approximately 2 by 2) open up in the text, which, could only be
filled by four.
So I've changed the piece to reflect your cogent comment.
Thank you.
 
P.S. Though I must disagree just a bit: "11" is sublime!)

'Tis true.  11 is not only sublime, but in its prime... I apologise, I was really only considering the smaller, less significant digits.  It is, of course, right to end at 12 -- all the other numbers are just so derivative.

     "all the other numbers are just so derivative"

  When it gets down to it, "1" is the only non-infinite one that is not derivative.
  Oh, and the holy ghost "0". Though I, personally, don't accept it as a true number.
  I think it's a clever mass illusion conjured by ancient proto-mathematicians to fill
  the empty space of mind, to prevent us from contemplating the infinites. Which,
  by the way, are the other non-derivative numbers.

To be truthful, any constant number C is derivative of d/dx Cx. (Or am I doing this wrong? [grin])

Ha! Yes! I should have used "developed from" or "constructed from".
(Leave it to a soulless engineer to make fun with math.)
 

i've come back to this poem more than once and though i never quite got it i can see something here now.

i guess there could be a million interpretations, but today, to me, it looks like a countdown of hours on a clock. if you'd put it in the Dark category i would have assumed that it was a countdown to suicide (re: "end"); but since it's in Miscellaneous, i feel that it's about as long as someone had been sitting with a gun/knife in his/her hand, noose around neck... maybe drifting off or getting lost in thought in the spaces between lines, or, as the title may suggest, it was attempt number two and each number posted could represent rounded hours while the spaces between could represent how long it felt between the hours before giving up on the idea altogether. either way... it's very interesting and though it could just have been an easy post, forget the damn box, you're thinking outside of the entire building.

i hope you're having fun watching me try to figure this out! :P

You're right, there ARE quite a few interpretations.
I've always thought that any reader's interpretation was just as valid as the person
who wrote it; that there is no "right" interpretation.
For instance: When someone writes about a puzzle they haven't figured out yet,
a reader who has figured it out will have a much different interpretation
of what is happening.
 
Interpreting it as some sort of progression/ passing-of-time  
is certainly getting pretty close.
 
And yes, having fun. :)

kind of makes me think:

"waiting in their offices

waiting there

to pull the trigger"

probably why i came up with that interpretation. [:

(and *that* poem, by the way, has been through several trashed
recordings. if i ever get it right i'll send it to you asking permission
to put it to the public.)

Or maybe this (to quote a wonderful poet I know):
"Passion in the every day eludes me. I've become numb.  Numbed myself to the    
onslaught  of whatever I perceived as pain  and as a result, have become an analyst.    
Not completely dead, but on the way there,  picking and checking as I go along."

P.S. You have my permission (complete with attached fervent desire)
to record anything of mine you want at any time.
Would be blushingly flattered.  

Ray, oh ray.. You couldn't have picked a 'worse' poem. Ya see I pay for dyslexia at a very high price.

Read the comments they're all good and dandy too much to wrap my little to none mathematical "skills" around.  However here are my thoughts :When you look at it the structure must hold significance you evidently wrote it that way. From the start I notiice there's no. Open space for 7. Now all numbers have a value & meaning. So it begs to wonder A lot of things yes it can be ïnterpreted many different ways. Zero never count it has no value. 12 could mean 12 months, 12days of xmas, 12 steps you might have took to get over something where the spaces u left blank means u didn't really GT through them and the ones mentioned did. 1,4,5,6,8,12 are mention that's 6numbers and its called test 2 n 2 times 6 is 12; #2 is the most important # cz it brings it all together.-- omg who
knows!!!

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[Duck]

So far, AnarchyAndPeace has come the closest when he said:  
"What the fuck is the point of this poem? anybody can do a few numbers in a pattern."  
 
To which I replied with the clue:  
"bet you never 'got' abstract expressionism either."

Terrible kerning...
Perhaps adjust the 12


Do numbers count?

I have asked my Courier New several times to consider varying
itself but it always refuses as it thinks it would be
disrespectful to its parents who resided on typewriters.  
But I did adjust the 12 virtually, and you're right, it
certainly needed it.  
  
Yes, they do count. The reason you can't tell it is that they  
do it in infinitesimal increments.  
  
 

Ahh... Much better now that the twelve is fixed.

Gave much needed depth to the poem :)

Good job

Yes, think I've got the depth fixed.
But the damned width, definitely needs help!!