Perish the thought that coats
Our tongues with hard harsh words
Inchoate reaching beyond grasp
Scantly strum our plush stairs
Scaling arpeggios
To soft crescendo as hands clasp
Gently brush angel hairs
Like magnet and shavings
Draw forged iron from gorgeous shrouds
Cherish the touch that floats
Like snowflakes whispering
In hushed descent from secret clouds
I will hold you in my mind
I will hold you in my arms
I will hold you in my time
You will hold me with your charms
I will take care of your memory
You will take care of my heart
I will keep you in my thoughts
Whether together or apart
Saintly calm amid storms
Whose roil-released crystals
On sprinkled tongues and cheeks alight
Enlace the fringe that frilled
Our sheer contours' luster
Emerging from dark thunder bright
Embrace the mists that build
Like cotton enfolding
Cumulative nimble and fond
Faintly kiss dermal forms
Like ghost lovers made flesh
Coaxed tumescent from far beyond
I will hold you in my mind
I will hold you in my arms
I will hold you in my time
You will hold me with your charms
I will take care of your memory
You will take care of my heart
I will keep you in my thoughts
Whether together or apart
Hermaphroditically sealed in androgynous Mason jars
Like post-Depression grandmothers' hoards dust-caked in cellars
My dank longing musters cloying cloisters of stars
Once reached for now engulfed in microcosmic wars
Babies' bathwater thrown out spiteful nose cut like trees without forest
I see nothing know nothing but impulsive minutia's electron switch test
Nervously twitching on/off for infantile attention each button pressed
Dropping bombs that hurt you abort me a sin confessed
Deciduous definition bears repeating locked in staged fright born to hit marks
Lived to tell the tale in rehearsal the wings the limelight like flying sparks
Name dropped at birth as chubby Marilyn butch Kate sisters Marx
Until quaint family stories run dry characters complete their arcs
Who betrayed whom as snakes slough skin onions peel and redwood rings congeal
Layered like words' meaning but speaking louder action than how we really feel
Getting to Grand Central Station from Broadway dressed up on cold steel
Apocalyptically over the top chewing scenarios spitting out what we reveal
We wear our feelings like royal jewelry the right of queens to always express
From our lips to our ears no other divinity so sweet between frosted excess
Ranting Santa's naughty list diathetic diatribes spill without finesse
Until our paths untaken diverge diasporally leaving tingling snow prints of our caress
SCIENCE AND HUMAN VALUES - J. Bronowski
THE DISCOVERIES OF SCIENCE, the works of art are explorations - more, are explosions, of a certain hidden likeness. The discoverer or the artist presents in them two aspects of nature and fuses them into one. This is the act of creation, in which an original thought is born, and it is the same act in original science and original art. But it is not therefore the monopoly of the man who wrote the poem or who made the discovery. On the contrary, I believe this view of the creative act to be right because it alone gives a meaning to the act of appreciation. The poem or the discovery exists in two moments of vision: the moment of appreciation as much as that of creation; for the appreciator must see the movement, wake to the echo which was started in the creation of the work.'
'Science is not a mechanism but a human progress, and not a set of findings but the search for them. Those who think that science is ethically neutral confuse the findings of science, which are, with the activity of science, which is not. To the layman, who is dominated by the fallacy of the comic strips, that science would all be best done by machines, the distinction is puzzling. But human search and research is a learning by steps of which none is final, and the mistakes of one generation are rungs in the ladder, no less than their correction by the next. This is why the values of science turn out to be recognizably the human values: because scientists must be men, must be fallible, and yet as men must be willing and as a society must be organized to correct their errors. William Blake said that 'to be an Error & to be Cast out is a part of God's design'. It is certainly part of the design of science.'
'The society of scientists is simple because it has a directing purpose: to explore the truth. Nevertheless, it has to solve the problem of every society, which is to find a compromise between man and men. It must encourage the single scientist to be independent, and the body of scientists to be tolerant. From these basic conditions, which form the prime values, there follows step by step a range of values: dissent, freedom of thought and speech, justice, honour, human dignity and self-respect.'
