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7 February 2005: Yesterday, I had what I thought at the time was a great idea for improving "Frame 7" of my "Long Division of Poetry" series. In that one, I divide poetry by science and get a column consisting of the word, "secret," repeated over and over. My idea was to make the column look like an old scrap of paper, as in today's mathemaku. Not only would it add to the piece visually, but--if I actually printed the text on a piece of paper, added discolorations and smears to it, and crumpled it, I could glue it into my piece to achieve a touch of sculpture. I did this. On further reflection, though, I came to feel that the scraptook away from the message nothing but the word "secret" repeated was, in my view, conveying. It complicated something that in this context should be simple: an eternally ongoing secrecy. . . .
So I ditched my "improvement." Wanting to get something out it, though, I tried to think of a way to make a new mathemaku around it. The result is below, a product of mechanical thinking only, I fear, but maybe not bad. Better than my last two, I think.
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