Juleson reached over and picked up a piece of blue-lined binder paper where Lorin was writing out a list of words.
He read the first few: Crystalline, Gelid, Nascent, Alluvial, Fracto-nimbus …
“What’s this?” he asked.
“I’m conducting an experiment to determine if poetry can be constructed on mathematical principles.” He indicated a thesaurus sitting at the back of his desk. “I’m taking the words from Roget. He understood categories.”
“Is he your new hero?”
“I admire him.”
“And Hegel’s out?”
Lorin frowned. “There were certain inconsistencies.”
A discussion from Malcolm Braly’s prison novel, On The Yard