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Science
The Poor Whore of Society
Science is not a poetic ornament—
Listen to Wolfgang Paalen.
Oh, no! It is a desperate search
For Shakespeare’s “Ever fixed mark”—
In that way,
An act of love and failing.
Science is not the why behind the what—
It’s not the psychologist’s supportive whore.
The brain science of whatever.
There’s an art to science which we forget
Until we connect relativity with music—
Einstein knew what he had in store.
Science is as much about curiosity as it is
About evidence.
It’s as much about passion
As it is about precision.
It fails hopelessly when either
Is omitted or committed in penitence.
Science is not any more about reductionism
As it is about Babinski’s feverish way.
It’s about discovery, delving,
And the fear and
Uncontrollability
Of trying to keep death at bay.
