3.14…
Here’s an awesome Pi poem written by Daniel Tammet.
PI
Three, One, Four, One, Five, and On
The numbers recount their endless tale.
Three – Barefoot green, a silent voice.
White as hunger, One is twice
Bright like babies’ eyes.
Four is timid, envious of E.
Five, Punctuation or a pregnant sigh
Precedes proud Nine, colour of falling night.
Two, an unfastened knot,
A wayward wind, the hollow of Six resounding.
Nearby, Eight, a cloud of fireflies above a lake
Over which I skim Sevens
Remembering that Zero is nothing but a circle.
PI
Trois, Un, Quatre, Un, Cinq, et ainsi de suite
Les chiffres racontent leur histoire sans limite.
Trois – vert, les pieds nus, une voix silencieuse.
Blanc comme la faim, Un est vif
Comme les yeux d’un bébé.
Quatre est timide, envieux du E.
Cinq, ponctuation ou soupir lourd
Précède le Neuf fier, couleur d’une nuit tombante.
Deux, un nœud défait, vent rebelle,
Comme le creux du Six qui résonne.
Tout près, Huit, nuage de lucioles au dessus d’un lac
Sur lequel je fais des ricochets avec les Septs
En me souvenant que Zéro n’est rien qu’un cercle.
Daniel Tammet is an autistic-savant. He’s a really interesting one too. Most autistic-savant can’t really explain what goes on in their minds. However, Tammet can. He has said that all numbers have colours, textures, sents and feels. That’s pretty awesome to a guy like me. (editor’s note: Tonysucks at math, hense the extreme impressed-ness) If you guys have a chance check out his blog. This dude is smart and pretty awesome.
Be Awesome.
Balou
