He grasps both as related manners of thinking, darts in his short articles »with cheerful seriousness« between children’s games (hopscotch, finger and hopping games etc.) and pattern formations in geometry and...
»A mathematician who is not also to some extent a poet will never be a perfect mathematician.« (Karl Weierstraß, mathematician)
Conversely, lyric poet Oswald Egger conducts basic research into the interaction between mathematics and poetry:
He grasps both as related manners of thinking, darts in his short articles »with cheerful seriousness« between children’s games (hopscotch, finger and hopping games etc.) and pattern formations in geometry and text.
The History of Ideas runs simultaneously by leaps and bounds (discretely) and simultaneously steadily, and this book enables readers to follow its course: from the magic horn of the folk song through to the inner metrics of topological spaces in Riemann’s geometry. Nor does Egger shy away from complex mathematical issues, rather he takes them on. In the tradition of Arno Schmidt’s Reciprocal Radiuses or Edgar Allen Poe’s Eureka he presents abstract connections graphically in articulate images and is entertaining to boot. In the process this lyric poet almost manages without formulas and – totally forgoes poems.
»I thought of the forest as an arrangement of dots in a grid. When were two dots, tree by tree, visible to each other in the grid, and when not?«
Born in Lana, South Tyrol, in 1963, Egger now lives in Vienna. He has been awarded several literary prizes, including the Peter Huchel Prize in 2007.
Born in Lana, South Tyrol, in 1963, Egger now lives in Vienna. He has been awarded several literary prizes, including the Peter Huchel Prize in...
Does everything flow? Like a progressively osculating billowing jumble in the form of words and forms without words, swirlings, dispersions and clusters of waves of reveries breaking in on themselves, flowing past the riverbanks of an internal landscape.
As though they were relational lines in the »stream of consciousness«, lines that touch, liaise, intersect, overlap only to lose...
Can you imagine a mountain without its corresponding valley? If you can imagine both God and the world, can you manage to imagine, for example, God without the world? That which hovers before your mind’s eye, from A to Z, often appears more real than what’s confusingly in front of you.
Once upon a time mountains were mountains and valleys were valleys....