Мы любим всё - и жар холодных числ, И дар божественных видений, Нам внятно всё - и острый галльский смысл, И сумрачный германский гений… | We love cold numbers’ hot illumination, The gift of supernatural vision, We like the Gallic wit’s mordant sensation And dark Teutonic indecision. |
Alexander Blok: The Scythians, 1918, translated by K. Dowson
I was able to find just one other example on the net, a lot less artistic and obviously boyish.
There must have been thousands of them made in the compu science schools across the Comecon and maybe in the West too, but - are they all lost to time?
To recall how this was supposed to work, I had to look up EBCDC punch coding rules (which actually perfectly match the more familiar ASCII over this group of characters)
The instructions turned out to be very simple, and I even made my own demo “punch card”, using a printer and a razor blade. The embedded slide show below should show all the gory details (but you may have to start the slide show over). As you thread the card through the sleeve, one column after another comes into view in the decoder’s narrow slit. The top three rows (0, 11, and 12) may have up to one hole, and you follow a band of color from there, to the level of an additional punch in rows 1 to 9 (For example, the very first column is punched in row 12 (aha, the blue band!) and in row 8 (it is "H"!) . Use the right-hand side of the decoder if there is only one hole in the rows 1 through 9. If there are two holes there, then one of them should be in row 8, where a little arrow on the decoder instructs you to switch to the left-hand side.
The punch card itself is a ghost from the past, it’s century-plus history in warehouse orders, transportation fare-cards, and, finally, computer programming all but forgotten. The last we still remember may the inglorious tale of hanging, swinging, and pregnant chads from the 2000 presidential election fiasco in Florida (I remembered it quite vividly when my own razor-cut chads went swinging and hanging!)
But the art of deciphering the codes of the past lives on, and the poetic beauty of the numbers is eternal!
Александр Дольский. Арифметика Однажды 2/12 позвали 3/13: – Пойдемте, 3/13, пройдемся вечерком. – Ах, что Вы, 2/12, – смутились 3/13, – Увидят 5/15, что Вы со мной вдвоём. – Пусть видят 5/15, – сказали 2/12, – Мне это, 3/13, поверьте, все равно. Пусть знают 5/15, – сказали 2/12, – Что я Вас, 3/13, люблю уже давно. – И я Вас, 2/12, – сказали 3/13, – Пройдемте, 2/12, подайте мне пальто. Ну что нам 5/15, ну что нам 6/16, Ну что нам 7/17 и даже если 100! | Aleksandr Dolsky Arithmetics Once 2/12 asked 3/13. Let’s go, 3/13, let’s take an evening walk. Ah, 2/12, said the shy 3/13 5/15 may see the two us together May 5/15 see, said 2/12. Believe me, 3/13, it doesn’t make a difference for me. May 5/15 know, said 2/12 That I love you, 3/13, for a long time already And so do I, said 3/13 Let’s go, 2/12, please give me my jacket. Why would we care about 5/15, why would we care about 6/16 Why would we care about 7/17, and even about 100! |
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What a beautiful blast from the past!
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