HeptagonA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
it looks perfect
perfectly frightening if you work outside law enforcement or are unfamiliar with the crux of the Australian flag seven sides of oddity an obscure perfection an impossible figure to construct with compass and straightedge less than one percent error comparing angles and perimeters to the original, to the real when the ancient tools are utilized an approximation of the Platonic form in other words a metaphor of a three-strand cord binding the perfection when a marked straightedge is introduced a neusis to the tradition breakers a nuisance to the tradition advocates but perfect or imperfect, neusis or nuisance, pragmatism inevitably takes over that is why three-sixty and ten-eighty are chosen over the quotient of nine-hundred and seven no remainders, no oddball angles, no breaking the aesthetic of the familiar and mundane there is no easy tessellation to mass produce, to work with, to design with if the builder chooses the imperfect quotient it's just a piece of recreational mathematics we give spiritual significance to seven may be perfect to some, may be a divine signature to the ancients and the contemporaries but it's cumbersome for today's pragmatism, today's mass-produced assembly line culture we like the vertical lines and horizontal lines framed by right angles we always have and always will and so the heptagon will stay on the fringe gathering dust and will only be exposed to light by the ones who willingly go there the few and far between, the ones on the fringe themselves some ideas are better left alone
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2 Reviews Added on January 24, 2014 Last Updated on January 24, 2014 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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