constellation / caroline herschel
cement / emmy noether
‘She had the faculty of visualizing remote, very complex connections without resorting to concrete examples.’1
‘She began
investigating
the structure
of the noncommutative algebras,
their representations
by linear
transformations,
and their application
to the study of commutative number fields
and their arithmetics.’2
‘The history of twentieth-century images
in particle physics is the history of a field
whose interests have moved away from what
can be shown in pictures:
away from resemblance
and representation,
and into many other
kinds of images that
are ultimately mathematical.
The real complexity of these images
is the complexity of leaving the image
and finding meanings that the image can no
longer contain.’3
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I have a distant picture in mind. It is aggregate.
Algebra restores a bone’s fracture—joins lime with quarried rock. Quarry squares concrete the structure below a house. Outside fields are remote. This image leaves another quadrant. Coordinate field, the plane surface troweled smooth. A particle like a grain is not what I tracked but what is a number field what is a set. Let the concrete set. A bone set. A bone’s parts counted amassed as gravel.
These are unchangeable only seeable once I’ve applied the glue.
wallpaper / sofia kovalevskaya
[In] the image’s original context as astrophysics, each frame has a particular purpose that works against the inevitable aporia caused by the limits of the instrumentation and analysis. In this case the first panel is something known, the second is something dubious, and the third is an experiment designed to simulate the second.1
1.
“By happy accident the [wallpaper] used for this first covering consisted of sheets of Ostrogradsky’s lithographed lectures on the differential and the integral calculus, bought by my father in his youth.
These sheets, spotted over with strange incomprehensible formulae, soon attracted my attention. I remember how, in my childhood, I passed whole hours before that mysterious wall,
trying to decipher even a single phrase, and to discover the order in which the sheets ought to follow each other. By dint of prolonged daily scrutiny, the external aspect of many among these formulae was fairly engraved on my memory, and even the text left a deep trace on my brain, although at the moment of reading it was incomprehensible to me.”2
2.
a surface that is patterned—a linear approximation
the sense of which I could not understand3
I could not understand yet
what matters in looking at them is
in the value of varying wall4
integral touch engraves
my brain, a whole forming,
a stone calculus lining
3.
the station empty5
my bags
heavy
this weight counter to
his
my tissue paper
my tissue’s folds
greater6
Kelly Krumrie's prose, poetry, and reviews are forthcoming from or appear in Black Warrior Review, Burning House Press, Full Stop, and elsewhere (links at www.kellykrumrie.com). She is a PhD student in Creative Writing / Literature at the University of Denver and holds an MFA from the University of San Francisco. She is currently the Prose Editor at Denver Quarterly.