Month: July 2006

  • What Song the Sirens Sang

    "Wake you up in the
     middle of the night
     just to hear them say..."

    "Suitcases filled with cash had changed hands in the four-star Hotel Hassler in Rome."

    -- F. Mark Wyatt, recently deceased
       career CIA officer,
       quoted in this morning's
       New York Times

    The New York Times, with its usual lack of clarity about dates,
    says Wyatt died "on Thursday."  Presumably this was Thursday a
    week ago-- June 29, 2006, the Feast of Saint Peter.

    Related material:

    Welcome to the Hotel Hassler
    (3/23/06) and
    Bright Star.

  • Solemn Dance
     

    Virgil on the Elysian Fields:

      Some wrestle on the sands, and some in play
    And games heroic pass the hours away.
    Those raise the song divine, and these advance
    In measur'd steps to form the solemn dance.

    (See also the previous two entries.)


    Bulletin of the
    American
    Mathematical Society,
    July 2006 (pdf):

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    "The cover of this issue of the Bulletin is the frontispiece to a
    volume of Samuel de Fermat’s 1670 edition of Bachet’s Latin translation
    of Diophantus’s Arithmetica. This edition includes the marginalia of
    the editor’s father, Pierre de Fermat.  Among these notes one
    finds the elder Fermat’s extraordinary comment [c. 1637] in connection
    with the Pythagorean equation x2 + y2 = z2, the marginal comment that
    hints at the existence of a proof (a demonstratio sane mirabilis) of
    what has come to be known as Fermat’s Last Theorem."

    -- Barry Mazur, Gade University Professor at Harvard

    Mazur's concluding remarks are as follows:

    "But however you classify the branch of mathematics it is concerned
    with, Diophantus’s Arithmetica can claim the title of founding
    document, and inspiring muse, to modern number theory. This brings us
    back to the goddess with her lyre in the frontispiece, which is the
    cover of this issue. As is only fitting, given the passion of the
    subject, this goddess is surely Erato, muse of erotic poetry."

    Mazur has admitted, at his website, that this conclusion was an error:

    "I
    erroneously identified the figure on the cover as Erato, muse of erotic
    poetry, but it seems, rather, to be Orpheus."

    "Seems"? 

    The inscription on the frontispiece, "Obloquitur
    numeris septem discrimina vocum
    ," is from a description of the Elysian Fields in Virgil's Aeneid, Book VI:


      His demum exactis, perfecto munere divae,
    Devenere locos laetos, & amoena vireta
    Fortunatorum nemorum, sedesque beatas.
    Largior hic campos aether & lumine vestit
    Purpureo; solemque suum, sua sidera norunt.
    Pars in gramineis exercent membra palaestris,
    Contendunt ludo, & fulva luctanter arena:
    Pars pedibus plaudunt choreas, & carmina dicunt.
    Necnon Threicius longa cum veste sacerdos
    Obloquitur numeris septem discrimina vocum:
    Jamque eadem digitis, jam pectine pulsat eburno.
    PITT:

    These rites compleat, they reach the flow'ry plains,
    The verdant groves, where endless pleasure reigns.
    Here glowing AEther shoots a purple ray,
    And o'er the region pours a double day.
    From sky to sky th'unwearied splendour runs,
    And nobler planets roll round brighter suns.
    Some wrestle on the sands, and some in play
    And games heroic pass the hours away.
    Those raise the song divine, and these advance
    In measur'd steps to form the solemn dance.
    There Orpheus graceful in his long attire,
    In seven divisions strikes the sounding lyre;
    Across the chords the quivering quill he flings,
    Or with his flying fingers sweeps the strings.

    DRYDEN:

    These holy rites perform'd, they took their way,
    Where long extended plains of pleasure lay.
    The verdant fields with those of heav'n may vie;
    With AEther veiled, and a purple sky:
    The blissful seats of happy souls below;
    Stars of their own, and their own suns they know.
    Their airy limbs in sports they exercise,
    And on the green contend the wrestlers prize.
    Some in heroic verse divinely sing,
    Others in artful measures lead the ring.
    The Thracian bard surrounded by the rest,
    There stands conspicuous in his flowing vest.
    His flying fingers, and harmonious quill,
    Strike seven distinguish'd notes, and seven at once they fill.

    It is perhaps not irrelevant that the late Lorraine Hunt Lieberson's next role would have been that of Orfeo in Gluck's "Orfeo ed Euridice."  See today's earlier entries.

    The poets among us may like to think of Mazur's own role as that of the lyre:

    "You are the words,

    I am the tune;

    Play me."

    -- Neil Diamond    

  • Dance of the Numbers

    continued--

    A music review:

    "... in the
    mode of a film noir murder mystery"

    "For Bach, as Sellars explains,
     death is not an exit but an
    entrance."

    Seven is Heaven
    ,
    Eight is a Gate,
    Nine is a Vine.

  • Entertainment
    from today's
    New York Times


    From the obituary of Lorraine Hunt Lieberson, who died at 52 on Monday, July 3, 2006, at her home in Santa Fe:

    "If she rarely spoke of her private life, few artists have brought
    such emotional vulnerability to their work, whether it was her sultry
    portrayal of Myrtle Wilson, the mistress of wealthy Tom Buchanan in
    John Harbison's 'Great Gatsby,' the role of her 1999 Metropolitan Opera
    debut, or her shattering performances several years ago in two Bach cantatas for solo voice and orchestra, staged by the director Peter
    Sellars, seen in Lincoln Center's New Visions series, with the Orchestra of Emmanuel Music, Craig Smith conducting.

    In
    Cantata No. 82, 'Ich Habe Genug' ('I Have Enough'), Ms. Hunt Lieberson,
    wearing a flimsy hospital gown and thick woolen socks, her face
    contorted with pain and yearning, portrayed a terminally ill patient
    who, no longer able to endure treatments, wants to let go and be
    comforted by Jesus. During one consoling aria, 'Schlummert ein, ihr
    matten Augen' ('Slumber now, weary eyes'), she yanked tubes from her
    arms and sang the spiraling melody with an uncanny blend of ennobling
    grace and unbearable sadness."


    Related Entertainment

    from Nov. 6, 2003

    Today's birthday:
    director Mike Nichols

  • And now, from
    the author of Sphere...

    CUBE

    He beomes aware of something else... some other presence.
    "Anybody here?" he says.
    I am here.
    He almost jumps, it is so loud. Or it seems loud. Then he wonders if he has heard anything at all.
    "Did you speak?"
    No.
    How are we communicating? he wonders.
    The way everything communicates with everything else.
    Which way is that?
    Why do you ask if you already know the answer?

    -- Sphere, by Michael Crichton, Harvard '64

    "... when I went to Princeton things were
    completely different. This chapel, for instance-- I remember when it was
    just a clearing, cordoned off with sharp sticks.  Prayer was compulsory
    back then, and you couldn't just fake it by moving your lips; you had
    to know the words, and really mean them.  I'm dating myself, but this
    was before Jesus Christ."

    -- Baccalaureate address at Princeton, Pentecost 2006, reprinted in The New Yorker, edited by David Remnick, Princeton '81

    Related figures:

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    For further details,
    see Solomon's Cube
    and myspace.com/affine.

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    For further details,
    see Jews on Buddhism
    and
    Adventures in Group Theory.

    "In this way we are offered
    a formidable lesson
    for every Christian community."

    Pope Benedict XVI
    on Pentecost,
    June 4, 2006,
    St. Peter's Square
    .

  • Culture War

    The New York Times, August 6, 2003,
    on its executive editor Bill Keller:

    "'It is past time for our magnificent coverage of culture
    and lifestyles, so
    essential to our present allure and to our future growth, to
    get the kind of attention we routinely bestow on hard news,' Mr. Keller
    wrote in
    an e-mail message to the staff."

    The
    New York Times
    , June
    25, 2006
    ,
    on art in Mexico:

    "At
    the Hilario Galguera gallery,
    newly opened in a fortresslike, century-old building, was Damien
    Hirst's gory new series 'The Death of God-- Towards a Better
    Understanding of Life Without God Aboard the Ship of Fools.'  He
    conceived the work at his part-time home in the Mexican surf town
    Troncones."

    Raymond Chandler in The Big Sleep:

      
    "I went over to a floor lamp and pulled the switch, went back to put
    off the ceiling light, and went across the room again to the chessboard
    on a card table under the lamp. There was a problem laid out on the
    board, a six-mover.  I couldn't solve it, like a lot of my
    problems.  I reached down and moved a knight, then pulled my hat
    and coat off and threw them somewhere.  All this time the soft
    giggling went on from the bed, that sound that made me think of rats
    behind a wainscoting in an old house.

    ............

        I looked down at the chessboard.  The
    move with the knight was wrong.  I put it back where I had moved
    it from.  Knights had no meaning in this game.  It wasn't a
    game for knights."

  • For Tom Stoppard on his birthday:

    "For I remember when I began to read, and to take some pleasure in it,
    there was wont to lie in my mother's parlour (I know not by what
    accident, for she herself never in her life read any book but of
    devotion), but there was wont to lie Spenser's works; this I happened
    to fall upon, and was infinitely delighted with the stories of the
    knights, and giants, and monsters, and brave houses, which I found
    everywhere there (though my understanding had little to do with all
    this); and by degrees with the tinkling of the rhyme and dance of the
    numbers, so that I think I had read him all over before I was twelve
    years old, and was thus made a poet."

    -- Abraham Cowley, Essays, 1668

  • Requiem for a Clown

    For Jan Murray,

    who died yesterday--





    Into the Sunset, Part I:

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    Into the Sunset, Part II:

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    Requiem for a clown:

    "At times, bullshit can only be

    countered with superior bullshit."

    -- Norman
    Mailer

    See also 10/13.

  • Review:
     
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  • Jews on Buddhism:


    "Is a puzzlement!"

    Related material:

    The obituary of Jaap Penraat
    in today's New York Times--

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    "Hudson Talbott, a longtime friend of Mr. Penraat's who wrote a
    children's book about his experiences (Forging Freedom: A True Story
    of Heroism During the Holocaust
    ) said his research indicated there was
    a daredevil aspect to the missions.

    'The feeling I get is that he
    just loved the idea of putting one over on the Nazis,' Mr. Talbott said
    in an interview with The Albany Times Union. 'It wasn't a joke, or a
    game, but clearly there was something about fooling them that was an
    important aspect of this.'" --Douglas Martin in today's New York Times

    See also:

    Log24, Jan. 6-8, 2006,


    and


    Jaap's Puzzle Page.