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   mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:   
   > NancyGene wrote:   
   >> HarryLime wrote:   
   >>> David Dalton wrote:   
   >   
   > >>> Here’s a poem by Dorothy Livesa   
   > >>>   
   > >>> -------   
   > >>>   
   > >>> How do you interpret that? I guess there are   
   > >>> many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...   
   > >>> Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)   
   > >>>   
   > >>> In the above poem some multiple spaces will   
   > >>> have been converted to a single space by my   
   > >>> newsreader Hogwasher, which does not   
   > >>> allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces   
   > >>> at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.   
   >   
   > >> Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the root of one,   
   might be over thinking it a bit.   
   > >>   
   > >> Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying mathematical   
   formulas to sexual patterns:   
   > >>   
   > >> Much talk... no bed.  Or, MT>B.  B=0.   
   > >>   
   > >> Some talk... some bed.  Or, ST=B.  B=ST.   
   > >>   
   > >> No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow.  Or, NT >>   
   > >> IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual behavior   
   which she sarcastically refers to as "the great game."   
   > >>   
   > >> Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a predetermined set   
   of movements that one goes through by rote.   
   > >>   
   > >> This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.   
   > >>   
   > >> She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root of one."    
   This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking references to penile   
   erection and deep penetration), reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she   
   had felt.   
   > >>   
   > >> Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas" regarding   
   sex has put her out of the mood.  B=0.   
   > >>   
   > >> It's clever, but emotionally flat.   
   > >   
   > > The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or Canada.  Ms.   
   Livesay died in 1996, so that is not:  "General Rule (Post-2022): Death of   
   author + 70 years."   
   > >   
   > > David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.   
   >   
   > Aw, NancyGene, cut the guy a little slack.  Infringing on a dead poet's   
   estate is certainly better than stalking Sarah McLachlan.   
      
   Again, that's pretty funny since NG is the biggest stalker on this newsgroup.   
      
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