Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Drafts) · Track 101 · middle
The Furnace and the Passport (Nikola Tesla... no — Srinivasa Ramanujan)
The Furnace and the Passport — Nikola Tesla... no — Srinivasa Ramanujan
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You were a clerk in a customs office in Madras making twenty pounds a year and filling notebooks with theorems that looked to everyone in the customs office like the doodling of a man who was not paying attention to customs, and you were not paying attention to customs because the numbers in your head were arriving faster than the ships in the harbor. [Verse 2] You wrote a letter to a professor in Cambridge and you enclosed a hundred and twenty theorems you had worked out on your own in a country that had not given you a single teacher who could follow what you were doing past page two, and the professor in Cambridge read the letter and said to his colleague at breakfast *this man is either a fraud or a genius and I cannot tell which one and I am not accustomed to not being able to tell.* [Chorus] He brought you to England. You were cold the entire time. You could not eat the food and you would not eat the food that was not vegetarian and England in nineteen fourteen was not a place that understood what vegetarian meant and you sat in a cold room in Trinity College producing the most beautiful mathematics anyone in the building had ever seen on a stomach that had not been full in two years. [Verse 3] The infinite series you wrote down in the notebooks in Madras turned out to be not just correct but eighty years ahead of the mathematics that would eventually need them, and the professor who could not tell if you were a fraud spent the rest of his life telling everyone you were the most natural mathematician he had ever met and the word *natural* was the word because the theorems arrived in you the way weather arrives — without being asked. [Outro] You went home at thirty-two because your body had been cold and underfed for too long and you died in Madras in a room that was finally warm with a notebook open on the bed that still had theorems in it that the mathematicians have not finished understanding yet. The notebook is still open. The theorems are still arriving. ---