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Sunday, September 15, 2013

And you call yourself a scientist.

You find yourself saying over and over
"I am going to prove something
the rest of the world
is entirely incapable
of proving!" saying to me,
about different things you have
proved, over and over again:
that no one else on earth
has ever proved this

and

you call yourself a scientist.

Well.
This is my result, these
are my methods and here
is what they prove.

Could you prove this too?

Does it work also for you?

2 comments:

Mel said...

Your poem made me think of this quote ...

"Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock!"

dogimo said...

I know the majority of that is Harry Lime's speech from The Third Man, from the top of the Ferris wheel, to the chumptagonist. But I don't think he kicked it off with don't be so gloomy, it's not so awful!

Ah, I see, though. You're quoting someone else, quoting Lime.

It's an interestingly different effect without all the context.