One to one point six one repeated...

APRIL 18, 2010 7:28AM

One to one point six one repeated

stare at the centre of the shasta daisy, midwest muse,

or stellaa at the pillars of the parthenon.

whether by default or it's forgetfulness we stray,

the equation holds us together :

fibonacci and the Milky Way.

We're bound by something simple

as a spiral, out or in.

 Love it leave it,

walk away - the universe is indifferent.

Since we found mathematics

Nothing will ever be the same.

Here is where I love you / leave you :

here is where I write your name on the sand

and turning see the shell and in the shell that same equation :

1 to 1.61 repeated, forever. Drop the shell and a wave rolls in

and takes your name away.

Hold your hat tight to your head,

this will be a windy day ;

with your other hand, please take hold of mine. 

Kim Gamble

(photo by Arielle Gamble Kim's daughter from post clinking glasses with him on his 65th July 13th.)

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Comment by Rita Shibr on July 19, 2017 at 12:28pm

Hey Catch.. yeah,  Hart is at my place... it's nice when friends gather to comfort each other.

Wow.  DaisyJane,  I thought about you the other day and wondered if you knew or if you read.  It's sad  Trig was so young and Cris too,  Kim relatively and James even younger... wherever you are in life when death comes it seems as tho our friends left in a shocking way and early.  Maybe not Kim,  he was told he had cancer and a few months,  he painted and wrote and accepted gracefully... I think he knew the way he was living was going to be hard to align with old age.  But he did things in his own way. Good to see you my friend. Love. 

Comment by Rita Shibr on July 20, 2017 at 9:15am

You know Kosh that's true.  I was looking for Trig ism's and every poem I put up my little brother James had multiple throughful comments on.  It was painful to read actually.  Some people's deaths are painful,  you ache they went out that way.   Trig was certainly too young and sudden.  Thanks for coming by. 

Comment by Anna Herrington on July 20, 2017 at 12:11pm

Hi Rita - thinking of you, but am feeling rather wordless lately. An mix of still shock and grief that tr ig has left the planet, the three other deaths that have occurred this summer, and on the wonderful side, having an abundant year in the orchard and in the garden this year! Between the cherries, blueberries and raspberries, now plums, soon blackberries, tomatoes, green beans..... on and on.... all the needed things that keep me busy and calm for now.

Btw, your under-deck outdoor room posted somewhere is so delightful!!! Your husband really does take wonderful care of your place, as do you!, and to create a little haven there, what a sweet thing to do!!!!  

You guys are a good match, regardless of how differently you go through life, you know? Good, I say, *good.*  : )

Sending you a big hug today ~

Comment by Rodney Roe on July 21, 2017 at 5:12am

 wish you could feel how I felt as i read Kim's poem.  Maybe you know.

I remember how I felt when I first heard about the golden ratio.  It was transcendent nerdiness.

Off subject slightly:  I attended a showing of a documentary on Mary Hambidge an artist/weaver here, and the inspiration for the Hambidge Center and Foundation.  When she first met Jay Hambidge she was swept off her feet by mathematics.  He explained what she was doing in art as expression of something he called Dynamic Symmetry.

Comment by Rita Shibr on July 22, 2017 at 11:12am

Thank you for coming by.  The garden room is very sweet, I begged for it and one weekend he was going to a horse show and going to be away all weekend so he called a couple of his workers and they knocked it out in two days.  He does take wonderful care of our place.  We recently put river rock under our deck and he put in these really neat stone steps that go all the way down to the fire pit and eventually to the woods.   They are a little dangerous looking to me but no one has had any trouble with them and they look great.  He takes a lot of pride in his home for sure.  

We are in a good spot lately,  I think the years from 50 on for me were really difficult and we went through the great recession almost losing everything and that was very hard on our relationship.  They were also the OS years.  I gave up my apt in the city and commute to work which means I am home every night and I think that is important to him.  Our trip was really good for us also, we traveled well together. So thank you, for your vote of support,  we need every friend on our side~ 

Thanks always Ann/JT. 

Comment by Rita Shibr on July 22, 2017 at 11:22am

Hello Rodney,  

Kim had so many diverse interests, many that he turned me on to that I have to admit I had no clue about previously.  One of them was symmetry in nature and spirals,  I had a lot of spiral jewelry yet never realized the mathematics behind it all even though I work in ultrasound and love physics itself. He loved to expound and ruminate and it was fun and interesting to be on the other end. Endlessly fascination, sometimes. He would love to hear that as he had a healthy ego also. LOL> 

The art is tres cool,  some people are so creative,  I am going to google this and read more about it, thank you for tuning me into it. 

I think Kim has a post on here about Fibonacci,  here on Open, you might enjoy it.  

Comment by Rodney Roe on July 22, 2017 at 12:02pm

Thanks, Rita.  I'll look.  I heard about Fibonacci the first time not in mathematics class but from a basket weaver.  Everything from your middle ear to a conch shell seems to be influenced by the ratio.  Thanks for sharing the poem and your memories of Kim.

Comment by Rita Shibr on July 22, 2017 at 6:09pm

Most welcome Rodney, it feels good to have a forum for my memories. 

One thing I wanted to say, after Daisy Jane's comment about Kim and all of our friends who have passed families,  Kim belonged to Anna his partner of 16 years, to his girls and his mum and Pen his sister and his many people in Australia. I was a dear friend,  a close friend to be sure but he did not belong to me in a way that Trig and Jenny or Margaret and James belonged to each other. 

I miss him and I know we had a special friendship but I can't say it was the same in any way like that.  Anyway.  Just wanted that to be clear which I think everyone pretty much knows.  xo to all of us tonight. We all shared love, hope, sorrows, death, birth and rebirth, that I will never forget. 


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