Ellen J Bass
Biographic Data
| ID | 5455133 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Ellen J Bass |
| GIVEN NAMES | Ellen J |
| FAMILY NAME | Bass |
| SIGNATURE | BASS E J |
| AFFILIATIONS | University of Minnesota |
| ORCID | 0000-0001-7553-0004 |
| VERIFIED | Yes |
| TOTAL WORKS | 6 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| WORKS AS AUTHOR | 6 |
| WORKS AS EDITOR | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1980 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2025 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
Embodying Indigenous Relationalities with Mathematics
Mathematical learning—understanding patterns, logic, and space—always carries ethical, relational, and political dimensions, even though these might be routinely muted at school. At the same time, Indigenous relationalities have often driven mathematics inquiry and optimization. In this paper, we highlight the co-constituted nature of Indigenous relationalities and mathematical learning and how these open up possibilities of helping us mature as …
Metamorphosis
Two Poems
The Big Picture
A poem by Ellen BassThis article can also be found at the Monthly Review website, where most recent articles are published in full.Click here to purchase a PDF version of this article at the Monthly Review website
Brown Papery Leaves
For Saraswati, at Eight Months
Mornings, he told me, Your hands they have a life of their own. I'm afraid what they might do. In time I learned to sleep like others, arms abandoned heavily on the bed. With her I know the night again. She calls me in the cool dark, her fingers rove over my palm, warm rain on the shallow basin, across my knuckles, the flat back of my hand, the mound of my thumb. My fingers tremble on her skin. Loons skimming the lake, water trembling
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For Saraswati, at Eight Months
Mornings, he told me, Your hands they have a life of their own. I'm afraid what they might do. In time I learned to sleep like others, arms abandoned heavily on the bed. With her I know the night again. She calls me in the cool dark, her fingers rove over my palm, warm rain on the shallow basin, across my knuckles, the flat back of my hand, the mound of my thumb. My fingers tremble on her skin. Loons skimming the lake, water trembling
Brown Papery Leaves
The Big Picture
A poem by Ellen BassThis article can also be found at the Monthly Review website, where most recent articles are published in full.Click here to purchase a PDF version of this article at the Monthly Review website
Two Poems
Metamorphosis
Embodying Indigenous Relationalities with Mathematics
Mathematical learning—understanding patterns, logic, and space—always carries ethical, relational, and political dimensions, even though these might be routinely muted at school. At the same time, Indigenous relationalities have often driven mathematics inquiry and optimization. In this paper, we highlight the co-constituted nature of Indigenous relationalities and mathematical learning and how these open up possibilities of helping us mature as …
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