Poem fractal

Dear heart, why will you use me so?

by James Joyce

2 February 1882 to 13 January 1941 (~59)

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In their words

“History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”

Capturing the oppressive force of the past and the desire for release from it · Prose fiction

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Drawing the boundary…

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A fractal is a shape that keeps its pattern when you look closer. Coastlines, trees, shells, and weather do this. A poem can be drawn the same way.

The poem’s constant is read from the build of its lines: their length, the size of the stanzas, and the share of vowels. Poems whose constants lie closer together are built more alike. The same poem always draws the same picture. Change the length of a line, the stanza, or the vowel share, and both the number and the picture move.

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.

Poems nearby in the constant

A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

  1. Emily Dickinson · 0.6268 − 0.6429i · 0.014 away · Compare side by side
  2. Arthur Symons · 0.6480 − 0.6528i · 0.031 away · Compare side by side
  3. John Clare · 0.6023 − 0.6529i · 0.035 away · Compare side by side
  4. John Keats · 0.5959 − 0.6541i · 0.041 away · Compare side by side
  5. Samuel Hoffenstein · 0.6226 − 0.5681i · 0.061 away · Compare side by side
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