Poem fractal
0.024 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.
This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.
−0.1562 − 1.1770i
Drawing the boundary…
by Richard
−0.1494 − 1.1997i
Drawing the boundary…
Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.
Her dark eyes sparkle,
Whate'er our way,
On all about her
The times display,
On grate or window
Or passer-by,
So quick and gaily
And watchfully:
While mine are brooding
Upon that show,
Heavily lying
And moving slow;
They gain no tincture
(Ashamed and dull)
From all earth's beauties
Most worshipful.
Sweet eyes, remember
This slothful pair,
Teaching them duty
Everywhere
To sight and knowledge
Of things and men,
But when they meet you
O hold them then.
by Richard
He hung on the dark root,
the tiger breathing under him
like a hot, patient earth.
Two mice came—
night-mouse, day-mouse—
and ate the living fibre
that held him to the world.
Then the fruit:
a small, sudden redness
in the leaves,
warm, ripe,
blood-sweet.
He put it to his mouth.
The flesh gave.
The juice ran into him.
And the quick of his blood
woke,
even as the vine thinned,
even as the beast waited—
Life,
naked and complete,
in the last ripe instant
before the fall.
A fractal is a shape that keeps its pattern when you look closer. Coastlines, trees, shells, and weather do this. The large form and the small form are the same kind of thing. A poem can be drawn that way. The shape of the whole comes from the shape of the lines.
Primunia is the name for the source of that order: the pattern under the pattern, already there in a tree, a shell, and a verse.
The number under the picture is the poem constant. It is read from the build of the lines: their length, how uneven they are, the size of the stanzas, the share of vowels, and the way the lines end. A new word moves the number when it changes that build. The same poem always gives the same number.
Drawn on its own, that number sits in a quiet part of the plane, and most poems would look like the same soft disk. So the number is carried outward along its own direction until it meets the edge of the Mandelbrot set, where the shape turns sharp. The picture is the Julia set of that meeting place.
Each point on the canvas is folded again and again by one small rule. Points that stay near the rule form the dark interior. Points that rush away become the coloured bands. The hue comes from the poem constant, and the brightest bands turn toward gold. Change the length of a line, the stanza, or the vowel share, and both the number and the picture move.
Branching draws the poem as a tree. Each turn follows a line, and every smaller branch repeats that pattern. A longer line reaches farther. The letters at the start of a line bend the next turn. A higher share of vowels opens the branches wider.
The trunk takes its colour from the poem constant and warms toward gold at the tips. When the poem has more than one stanza, gold forks leave the trunk. Each fork is a stanza beyond the first, up to three. The tree divides where the poem divides. One stanza remains a single trunk.
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