Mostly, I am not reading books. While I work on the Hogwarts write-up, I
am not reading books. Mostly. I've posted some book reports in the past
few weeks--but I'd read those books beforehand, written the book
I've been reading comic books and magazines. Quick reads, they
don't distract me for long. I guess if it takes me much longer
to finish the Hogwarts write-up, I can post some book reports
about comic books.
But. But today I read a book. Today I went to the post office. I had
recieved a slip of paper, a slip of paper saying that a registered
letter was waiting for me. This was worrisome. Who sends registered
mail? I have sent registered mail twice in the past, each time to
a dishonest landlord. Registered mail means that you're edging
towards a lawsuit, doesn't it? Who would send me registered mail?
Who had a grievance towards me?
Anyhow, it was a relief when the registered mail turned out to
be a book from
R. S. J. Reddy, that crank who mailed me a book
full of fake proofs that Pi is 3.1464. He might have a grievance
against me after the mean things I said about his Pi book.
Yet today he had not sent me a lawsuit. Instead he had sent
me a book of his poetry. I was so relieved that it wasn't a lawsuit
that I read it on my bus ride.
This book was titled "The Breeze from the East", and it is
Book 1 of a translation of some presumably even
longer poem called "Sarvam Jagannadham". Reddivari Sarva
Jagannadha Reddy wrote the original; and A.L.N. Murthy took
the time to translate this part of it.
It's a sort of devotional poem, saying that the world is a wonderful
place and that we should live wisely and well. It's pretty vague
about how one should do this. This allows the reader to project their
own beliefs onto the poem and convince themselves that they agree with
it, and that it thus must be wise.
I am no doubt being harsh in this summary of the poem. After reading
several of Reddy's false proofs that the value of Pi is 3.1464, I look
for snake oil in everything associated with him. If anyone else had
written this poem, I would think it harmless.
I'll point out the third poem, which mentions Ramanujan.
Einstein, who worked in a patent office, became a great scientist
Ramanujan, who worked in a port office, became a great mathematician
Madame Curie, who engaged little children in tuition, became a gem of womanhood
Raman won the Nobel prize with a small instrument
I guess that these are Reddy's heroes. Ramanujan is one of his heroes.
Did Reddy convince himself that he must discover a new value of Pi so that
he, too, could be a great mathematician?
Later on, in poem 89:
My intellect solved more skillfully than my imagination
Except for that value of Pi. He pulled that one out of his...
That was a cheap shot, wasn't it? I guess it's tough to
overcome a first impression. My first impression of Mr. Reddy
is someone who tells false proofs. Should I hold that
against his poetry?
Finally, from poem 117:
A critic knows the imaginative power of the poets.
Ah, "a critic". I guess that's me. To see how I waste the
imaginative power of the poets, I guess you can look in the
comments of this
recent blog post by lessachu.
I wrote a couple of haiku there, the one
that starts "My development" (arguably funny to people
who study software development methodologies) and the
one that starts "Dashdash dashdashdash" (arguably
funny to people who like Morse code).
OK, not many people will find those poems funny, but at
least I'm not propogating false math proofs.
Labels: book, crank, poesy