This is what happens to your math notes when you wake&bake. Ah, the fragrant paradise of Budapest, how I miss thee...
Patri's Notes in an Advanced Mathematics Class
Symbols appear, white on green,
dancing in an orgy of typeset characters,
all greek to me and to each other.
Alphas
tango with
betas,
lambdas
spread for
gammas.
They mate without regard for convention or the watchers.
Throwing off tangled offspring:
chis,
zetas,
uppercase sigmas.
Now a game of croquet
wicket upon wicket
a course designed by the mutant offspring of Klein & Escher.
indices fight to race through the hoops,
sets reducing themselves to commonalities.
A hoop is knocked upside down in the turmoil
reversed, it tries to combine disparate elements,
create a whole that includes all parts.
They fight now,
crossing each other out,
disintegrating in a cloud of chalk.
X's and Y's fence with directed edges,
drawing chalky blood from vulnerable vertices.
Roman numerals hold their own against the Arabic upstarts.
Capitals tower over lowercase,
subscripts suffer in silent slavery,
forever crushed by their masters.
Normative bars enclose political prisoners,
demanding to know their size and rank.
Max attacks a group, selecting only the best
(measured by some objective scale)
Limits force variables to take on values far beyond their capacity,
strained,
they disgorge terrible infinities,
result of forgotten cancellations.
Running from the edges,
clustering in the center,
finally disappearing
in one massive integral cancellation
leaving the survivor,
the conqueror,
the answer,
alone on the field.
Last Modified: The Beginning of a New Millennium