There are legends that tell us that music, mathematics and poetry form the trinity that elevates the soul. It sets off and hurls itself in rapture through dimensions that intersect, and at times pauses unexpectedly in order to touch the pragmatic.Today, our team is giving itself over to enjoyment. We revealed to the next generation a closely guarded secret: mathematicians find inspiration in the unprecedented logic of every musical work (with the exception of the young Justin Bieber).
So, Programmers and Web Designers waited in eager anticipation for Les Misérables at the Sofia Opera and Ballet.
About music and its logic. We admire this tangible completeness of the creator. The musician, like the mathematician, sees beauty in its entirety. That logic which sounds soundlessly within our thoughts. Sound is the conventional name for a type of vibration and is described by a wave equation.
And we were reminded of a girl, Denka Koutsarova, an exceptional mathematician, now a professor and Doctor of Mathematical Sciences. She writes poetry, admired the great Boris Hristov, and he admired her as well, and we often spoke about art. She was also a wonderful friend. Our paths diverged naturally :). As we searched around the internet, we discovered a hyphen in the surname Koutsarova-Ford.
... 87 publications in international print editions, books and studies: [https://faculty.math.illinois.edu/~denka/denkapub.html](https://faculty.math.illinois.edu/~denka/denkapub.html)
Geno Nikolov, who reported on her professorship application, indicated ... many more.
And....
Prayer
I have not prayed until today –
such an honour is not for me;
even if I am a battered leaf,
I shall remain an atheist.
But you see – snow is drifting past,
the years are vanishing in flight,
and only today, for a brief while,
I pray to an invented god:
Come, at least once, do come
through this autumn mist,
while it still hurts within me
and the snow begins to fall.
* * *
Watercolour
Have I convinced myself that I am moved by you,
by who you truly are,
yet I still tremble when someone else
seems to carry your features.
Among colours autumn burns and whispers
in vivid tonalities,
yet they soften, tender and airy,
when evening falls.
My thoughts drift bodiless,
have you taken hold of them by magic;
the features fade, indistinct,
within a beautiful watercolour.
* * *
Axis
(sonnet)
My eyes are night skies,
and yours – two bright oceans,
silver and darkness are in my hair,
and yours – lit by the sun.
My features – a distant south-east,
and yours precisely north-west,
the compass is entirely fitting here –
red and blue, a needle pointing opposite ways.
But minus and plus form a single axis,
and even the name is conditional,
you are far from my land,
but time is no longer mediaeval.
Why is it that the poles attract –
within difference, they resemble one another in some way.
Denka Koutsarova
| AUTHOR | KOUTSAROVA, Denka |
| TITLE | If You Are Afraid to Suffer |
| SUBTITLE DATA | Lyric Poetry |
Who would believe it!
Little or Nothing
I never had, do not have, and never will have
what I truly love,
but if I take it too deeply to heart,
do I not condemn myself alone?
Why should I wait for the apogee
and go on dreaming while awake,
I shall live with what I have –
is it really so difficult?
It is indeed high time
to unravel this question at last,
to cast off the foolish burden –
the question: "little or nothing".
In time I shall grow used to the little
and fill my days with it,
and perhaps I shall come to love it,
but what, then, will grow there?
Will I be happy
when I desire so little,
will I keep anything alive
once I no longer dream?
A difficult dilemma – risk, тревога;
somehow I have made my way this far.
Oh no, I cannot live without dreams!
And everything begins again...
Well, that is Denka!