A newer, free, open, Dream With Form
which is not to be copied or mentioned
without the consent of Wallace Darwen
Brindle, New Orleans, Louisiana [c/o
American Federation of Musicians,
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This heralds the story of...
Tanya Wesley and Warren Troutmann. It unfurls in a place called Sterling,
CO, in 1967. Tanya Wesley is 21 years old and Warren Troutmann is 50.
One afternoon in early August, they meet and instantly fall in love over a
book of German poetry at a roadside diner near the edge of town; and get
married two weeks later. For those readers interested, the book was called
German Poetry, compiled and written by a man named Robert M. Browning who
taught at a college with the good name of Hamilton. It was an expensive
book for a (well, he was not down, but CTL+ALT+DEL was indicated certainly)
poet to have (it cost $6.00, half a day’s pay), a beautiful book with a hard
cover done with a canvas-like surface - or like a good man’s shirt, Pnpnt
Oxford-cloth -- with GERMAN POETRY alone written there on it in big green
letters.
Which is how Tanya noticed...
what Warren, who sat with his coffee, eggs, sausage, and orange juice at the
counter, was reading when she walked in that day in August. At their
wedding time the special prayer that was said at the Groom’s Dinner, a
couple of days before the ceremony, concluded with Tanya adding humorously,
“May the Good Lord, Christ Jesus, of the Blessed Trinity, bless those big
green letters!” And, of course, everyone there could plainly see that he
already had done.
Inside of the cover, the title...
got longer: GERMAN POETRY, a Critical Anthology. and for the sake of those
afflicted with an interest in books, it was published by a nice company
called Appleton-Century-Crofts, which was a division of Meredith Publishing
Company, out there in New York City. In 1962 they made this book that wound
up bringing Miss Wesley and Mr. Troutmann together five years & 2000 miles
away.
But the poem that they first...
enjoyed together - while they were falling in love - had traveled a lot
further and farther in years and miles than that! J. W. von Goethe, the
poem’s poet, made it up in his head in 1782 and called it Erlkönig; all the
way (past New York City) from Weimar, which, if you were a detail-oriented
type poet in 1967, you would have said was a city in East Germany. Of
course, this would be news to Johann Wolfgang von [GIR-tah (respectfully)]
[REAL-TOR (just an extra one so I can sleep at night], that detail would; a
lot of details would become news to him in the 185 years after he wrote
Tanya and Warren’s poem, but the news itself - not so surprising: to
Goethe... no, not so much.
Here's the poem that brought...
lovers together that day at the diner on the ‘skirts of Sterling in 1962. If
you’re interested in English translations of famous German poems, your
writer - call me Jack, Jack E. Reno - will provide for you: right here.
But, since you would not skim through the English, so please don’t skim
through the German, will you? Good! That’s the way to behave in this
story! That’s the right way to be!
Erlkönig
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. -
N.B.: This translation is taken from Anthology for Musical Analysis, C.
Burkhart; Holt, Rinehart and Winston, New York, 1964. Franz Schubert used
Goethe’s poem in 1815 when, at the age of 18, he produced the art song
(Op. 1) Erlkönig:
[Who rides so late through night and wind?
It is a father with his child;
He holds the boy in his arm,
He clasps him tight, he keeps him warm.]
Mein Sohn, was brigst du so bang dein Gesicht? -
Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif? -
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebel streif. -
[“My son, why hidest thy face in fear?”
“Seest thou not, Father, the Erlking?
The Erlking with crown and train?”
“My son, ‘tis but a streak of mist.”]
,,Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel ich mit dir;
Manch bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand;
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.“
[“O dear child, come away with me!
Lovely games I’ll play with thee!
Many-colored flowers are on the field,
My mother has many golden robes.”]
Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? -
Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind!
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. -
[“My father, my father, hearest thou not
What Erlking says so softly to me?”
“Be still, be still, my child;
In the withered leaves rustles the wind.”]
,,Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.“
[“Fair boy, wilt thou go with me?
My lovely daughters shall wait on thee;
My daughters keep their nightly revels;
They will rock thee, dance, and sing.”]
Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort? -
Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau;
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. -
[“My father, my father, seest thou not
Erlking’s daughters in that dark place?”
“My son, my son, I see clearly;
It is only the old gray willow."]
,,Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig; so brauch ich Gewalt.“ -
Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! -
[“I love thee, thy fair form ravishes me:
If thou art not willing, I’ll take thee by force.”
“My father, my father, I feel his grasp!
Erlking has done me harm!”]
Dem Vater grauset’s, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.
[The father shudders, he rides fast,
And holds in his arm the groaning child;
He reaches home in pain and dread:
In his arms the child lay dead!]
“Well?” Tanya's eyebrow imported rare and delicate freight...
at the man sitting next to her with the attractively green-lettered volume.
She’d been careful not to interrupt Warren, but, in actuality and in
factuality - which, as you know, if you too are a traveller of The Time
Strings Net, as was/is/will be Mr. Troutmann, no relation to the Vonnegut
character, is merely a a captured actuality - he was aware; he wondered, as
a matter of fact (getting a little bit ahead of himself, as Netters tend to
do) if he would need to show her - perhaps leave it lying around the divan,
sofa, davenport, lounge, or couch, or some similarly disingenuous artifice
and surreptitious schema, after they were married, in order to have the kind
of life he felt they must experience, (this is how aware of her he was) -
page 206 through 209 of the June, 1998 Cosmopolitan magazine.
“Well what?” He asked her,
turning, pretending to suddenly be distracted. “Hello,” he added in the
opening she’d created, “I’m Warren Troutmann, do you like Goethe?” He
asked, with neither flavor nor favor.
“It’s very nice to make your...
acquaintance,” she said, lowering her eyelids on the last word, in a super-
subtle demur facial capture move she’d seen in the Hollywood movies. “I’m
Tanya Wesley, please call me...Tanya...Why, yes, I do, actually, very much.
I was going to ask you - as I do all of my suitors, it’s a thing I do - if
the Erlking metaphor is transparent enough for your liking.”
“Yes, just clear enough, and your
own view? ...Miss Wesley?” He was sure she was the one he’d come “here”
for. No doubt about it.
“Oh, I like his touch with...
that feature, with that aspect of the feature, just fine.” She said it very
comfortably, as if they’d been on a first date and talking about whether or
not the window of his Ford was rolled down enough for her. He almost
expected to hear, ‘thank you.’ at the end. She was something alright. The
real McCoy. A “blue stocking” in 1967 America. Rara ava in terris.
[Establish shot SRO point of view]
he's opening the door for her, they’ll be going to Denver together - to
find a really good library. The car "radio" has the Algorithm study channel
and the “E-language" study channel - actually "E" is Warren's original work,
a post Java, Meta-Boolean “Esperanto” (failed early attempt at global lingua
franca language language) - named development from 2005. It’s his car, he
has rigged the radio. What is the Netting mechanism? Car? Something else?
Reader: I, Jack E. Reno has...
made...a living lacuna link and gone done left this part up to your own
fertile fields - ask me? she has on a pretty violet dress with white polka
-dots -- [2060s] dress, probably a simple barrette in her hair - but that’s
me; do whatever you like in this free section; before you begin "reading"
again. Just get them on the road to Denver in the Ford together, that’s all
I ask. As for now: later...
I’ll need you to do some their first argument (“disagreement”) stuff
around her (being a Presbyterian) learning that his religion is
Santería, but that’s not for a while yet, “no worries, mate.”
Now the hero and shero of this
ballad are heading S-SW down Interstate 76. Warren is flipping channels on
the specially time/space/dimensional-hypernet-rigged radio, which looks
nondescript in the dash. He tunes in to The “Algorithm Channel.” “Oh,
good!” Tanya enthused: “I love this station.” Warren looks at his future-
dimension-free-wife and smiles. He’s made the adjustments back in the
diner: she is already, as she sits in the 1967 Ford sedan, time and
pre-meta-dimension independent [PMDI] - just like her fiance. She has yet
to be told: told the former - she has figured out the latter by herself, as
quickly as did he, but doesn’t know for certain if he knows she knows...The
Algorithm Channel gel is lecturing, the two of them - sitting close but
comfortable in the heat - listen with carefree pleasure:
---_ _ _~~~...oww here’s thet glaiimoruus, glib, Algorithm Show Gel:
Dr. Jane Rilke with her 11:00 Algorithm Lecture Series Show: Algorithms
Analysis: A Program In The Radio Bouquet: Advance America! “All yours Dr.
Jane!”
“Thank you, Corky; let’s begin...
minds relaxed and clear - my voice filling the water of your own eyes...
~~~~Sorting and Order Statistics The input sequence is usually an n-element
array, although it may be represented in some other fashion, such as a
linked list! Algorithm Channelers!BR>
Listen: The structure of the Data~~~
In practice, the numbers to be sorted are rarely isolated values...each is
usually part of a collection of data called a record...each record contains
a key, which is the value to be sorted, and the remainder of the record
consists of satellite data, which are usually carried around with the key
...in practice, when a sorting algorithm permutes the keys, it must permute
satellite data as well...if each record includes a large amount of satellite
data, we often permute an array of pointers to the records rather then the
records themselves in order to minimize data movement...
~~~In a sense, it is these implementation details that distinguish an
algorithm from a full-blown program...whether we sort individual numbers or
large records that contain numbers is irrelevant to the method by which a
sorting procedure determines the sorted order...thus, when focusing on the
problem of sorting, we typically assume that the input consists only of
numbers...the translation of an algorithm for sorting numbers into a program
for sorting records is conceptually straightforward, although in a given
engineering situation there may be other subtleties that make the actual
programming task a challenge...
~~~Listen: Sorting algorithms
We introduced two algorithms that sort n real numbers in broadcast #100A.
Insertion sort takes T(n2) time in the worst case. Because its inner loops
are tight, however, it is a fast in-place sorting algorithm for small input
sizes. (Gentle Advancing Auditors of the Jane Rilke’s Algorithm Analysis
Program [her voice soothe-teaching-with-a-little-of-that-little-black-dress-
from-Valorie’s-Treasures-in-it], recall that a sorting algorithm sorts in
place if only a constant number of elements of the input array are ever
stored outside the array.) Merge sort has a better asymptotic running time,
T(n lg n), but the MERGE procedure it uses does not operate in place.
~~~In this broadcast, I’m going to teach you two more algorithms that sort
arbitrary real numbers. So just sit back, relax, let those hmmm-tigh-rrrd
muscles float away from your bones, and I’ll ~~advance~~you~~~~.
~~~Heapsort, which I’m going to tell you all about really, really soon,
though we both may want to slip into something more comfortable first -- but
you decide for us darling - sorts n numbers in place O(n lg n) time. It
uses an important data structure, called a heap, to implement a priority
queue.
“Tanya, change the station if you want, I’m all algorithms from the neck up:
go ahead.”
"Kay, at noon there’s a radio play on Gothic Tolehouse I wanted to hear...
It’s just time now.” She changes the station. Touches his muscled
forearm, taught like a tungsten-steel rod on their steering wheel...(...)
Flash Forward: Library: Interior: Two shot: Voice over: Phyllis Wright
Mpls., VoiceTalent/Actor/Chanteuse, could do this to perfection (note to
self): Tanya meets Warren at the Central Library in Denver, every Saturday
afternoon and Wednesday evening. Warren appears more intense at these
meetings, like someone about to perform Hamlet in a cutting-edge production
adopting a departure-from-period mise-en-scéne of a prestigious walled-
community exurb country club.
Tanya'a looks have a decidedly sexy "koom" girl-next-door spin. These
meetings have been going on for months since they arrived. Lately, it seems
to Warren, Tanya’s cashmere sweaters (over jeans) have become not at all a
uniform -- she dresses, nevertheless, intentionally "down" -- something
about Einstein's wardrobe closet...read something or other, sartorial
thought taxation negation.., in a book somewhere. Once one of her pretty,
shapely, firm, full smiles caused him to check out a book on cosmetology
instead of the target tome on cosmology, she blamed herself. They often
discuss/discuss/write/write/discuss/more writing/more discussing critical
analyses of some new titles and new editions of old titles, and small
Fortonville quarterly press has published a few of these, the occasions of
which they celebrated with some champagne and book purchases for a private
library, project studio/computer lab/&lablab, and office they’re developing
together at an apartment they’ve taken for this purpose a few miles across
the Workonski County line (to avoid the gossip of their friends and the
misunderstandings of their families - mostly expensive half-filled bookcases
and a plush-looking medieval-design large wooden bed -- for when they work
to the point where somebody taking a nap is indicated - and a pastel leather
couch Warren lied about the cost of - his commodities spread speculations
have been making him a lot of money recently).
Unknown to her guy, she has been shopping at boutiques specializing in very
interesting clothes she reads about at a fabulous fashion Web site she's found for herself [not really for her so much,
yah, for her...]... Intermission.