Here is another poem by Neil Gaiman, (wh…
Here is another poem by Neil Gaiman, (which I’m also pretty sure has never been printed on paper, but will be soon!); In Transit,
Maria Popova from https://www.themarginalian.org/2019/10/29/in-transit-neil-gaiman-eddington/
Has written another beautiful piece about the poem, I don’t know who she is and I hope she doesn’t mind me showing some of her words:
Eddington was an avid cyclist and usually rode alone, but he began going on long rides with Charles, talking about mathematics and literature…. Charles eventually took a mathematics post and spiraled into mental illness. Eddington never married, never had another intimate bond. He lived out his days with his sister, Winifred, who also never married. I picture him Turing-like — in his genius, in his misapprehended awkwardness, in his loneliness and heartbreak.
That invisible private side to the public genius is what Gaiman takes up with empathic perceptiveness and great tenderness in his poem, celebrating what he calls these “twin suns” of Eddington’s life and, through the diffraction that is all great art, celebrating the twin suns of the public self and the private self, of genius and loneliness, of intellectual heroism and emotional heartbreak, that shine in varying degrees on every human life.
Neil starts reading his poem about 4.10 seconds in
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