Friday, June 3, 2011

My Arms

If I could fix the world,

Setting straight the crooked man’s twisted words with my iron crow,

I’d wrap my brain around what’s wrong, run him out of town on a rail,

Make it safe for women and children first again,

While he hangs together with his corkscrewed cronies or separately,

A lone gunman, fulfilling his own prophecy, his days numbered,

And I belly up to the bar to hoist a few and toast his good riddance.

Why would I tell you my anger and grief, love, knowing it will only raise red flags?

Worrying for my sound mind and body stooped to his level,

Your chemistry simultaneously repelled and attracted to our strange elixir,

The cure worse than the disease, my fists clenched, bruised haymakers

Flailing to defend the ghost in you, a wispy cloud of smoke my arms can’t wrap around.

You should see the other guy, never walking away from a fight, never talking out of school

About the last man standing, railing at raindrops, my reach outstretched beyond grasp,

Out of insight, out of my element, out of my head, out of words,

Left with only futile grunts, moans, and sighs, drained of charm,

My primal gut gnawing at this empty longing, disarmed by your absent embrace,

My zombie arms search the streets howling for their runaway bride.
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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.'