This poem ended up being a conversation between the Sphere reading and The Fractal Geometry of Nature by Benoit Mandelbrot that I’m reading for my field study. Mandelbrot’s observations and theories were ignored for a long time by the hosh-posh intellectual elites of his time due to the irrational number sets he was working with. Later, his work on fundamentals of fractal geometry in nature layed the ground work for computer graphics programming and the solutions to theoretical physics problems. Stanzas 42 – 67 from Sphere influence my poem with its nod to anonymity in the dream world, infinite forms of nature, and the author’s mention of overcoming adversity.
Bumble Fumble
Bumble, fumble
Mandelbrot was humbled
The fractal folds again
And we feel the rumble
Stumble across the infinite spill of the cosmos
Crumbles of bread sweets facilitate our osmosis
is…is…is…is
Moving round round round round
Making ripples in the air like
Sound sound sound sound
Moving forwards, round it, backwards and through
A sphere of influence hovering all around you
Freckled, speckled
Rocks and eggs
Like the freckles on your face
Arms
And legs
Infinite spheres spinning round and round
Bubbling, troubling
Wow. Wow.
