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Fractal

Diego Llergo me envía un pequeño mandamiento a modo de epitafio para Benoît Mandelbrot: Caótico fractal de inconcebible dimensión decimal; aleja de mi la posibilidad del incomprensible caos. (Mandelbrot, descanse en caos)

Chaos Theory

Javier Moreno me envía el siguiente poema para complementar el homenaje a Mandelbrot: Chaos Theory Ronald Wallace 1. Sensitive Dependence on Initial Conditions For want of a nail the shoe was lost, for want of a shoe the horse was lost, and so on to the ultimate loss—a battle, a world. In other words, the breeze from this butterfly’s golden wings could fan a tsunami in Indonesia or send a small chill across the neck of an old love about to collapse in Kansas in an alcoholic stupor—her last. Everything is connected. Blame it on the butterfly, if you will. Or the gesture thirty years ago, the glance across the ninth-grade auditorium floor, to the girl who would one day be your lover, then ex-lover, then the wind that lifts the memory’s tsunami, the mare of the imagination, bolting, the shoe that claps the nail down on your always already unending dream. 2. Love’s Discrete Nonlinearity No heart’s desire is repeatable, or, therefore, predictable. I...

Mandelbrot (1924-2010)

Imagine that inside this labyrinth you see another one, but on a smaller scale, reserved only, say, for cats, dogs, and mice—and then, inside that, one for ants and flies, then microbes and the whole invisible world—down and down the scale, for once the labyrinthine principle is allowed, don't you see, why stop at any scale in particular? It's self-repeating. Exactly the spot where we are now is a microcosm of all Venice. —Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day