The NewMath and Nor Easter
The New Math There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode mountain of leases and loans, didn’t I taste the square root of π’s flaky crust? Didn’t I just use the fundamental theorem to calculate a grocery bill and traffic antiderivatives to prove I’d never plagiarize your amorous mood? Witting
You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi
translated by Nesreen Akhtarkhavari and Anthony A. Lee You Don’t Drink Wine? What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone! Don’t think it’s made of those grapes from some farm. My love is the wine, my heart is its cup. The wine-boy is Creator of the Dawn. يا كافر يا منكر شرب الراح لا تحسبها من عنب الفلاح وجدي
