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No further posts here, in all probability, for the next week and a half. I'll be in the fells!
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Labels: Douglas Hyde
Lars Gustafsson skrev i en stor artikel i BLM [Bonniers Litterära Magasin*] förra året, att paradigmet "människan" saknas i vår moderna vetenskap -- det är faktiskt ofint att ens efterfråga det. Aspekter på människans liv -- sociologiska, biologiska, ekonomiska och andra -- går att studera, men att fråga efter helheten, att söka ett paradigm för människan, anses ovetenskapligt, skriver Lars Gustafsson. Han tillägger dock i slutet av sin artikel att man med fog måste misstänka den moderna vetenskapen för att ha en alldeles speciell avsikt med att betrakta frågan "vad är en människa?" som i princip omöjlig att besvara eller som ointressant för forskarna. Och han tror att den moderna institutionella vetenskapen snart kommer att "tvingas ut ur sin objektiva förklädnad."
Vems intressen de här gagnar och vad vi kommer att få bevittna, säger Lars Gustafsson ingenting om.
Lars Gustafsson wrote, in a long article in BLM [Bonniers Literary magazine*] last year, that the paradigm "Man" is missing from modern science -- it is indelicate to even ask about it. Aspects of the life of Man -- of his sociology, biology, economy and so on -- those things are rightly the objects of study, but to ask about the totality, to seek the paradigm "Man", is considered unscientific, says Gustafsson. At the end of his article, however, he adds that one may have the suspicion that modern science has particular reasons for defining the question "What is Man?" as intrinsically impossible to answer and not of interest from a research point of view. And he thinks that modern institutional science will soon be "forced to abandon its guise of objectivity".
Gustafsson doesn't say whose interests this might benefit and what we will then be witness to.
|Brigid Brophy, photo by Jerry Bauer|
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Labels: Brigid Brophy
Soil rich & limey
I break it up a little
at right angles make a shallow drill
or use the head hold the handle
until the soil is quite fine
by pressing the rake in this raking
to remove surface stones
mark where each row handle into the soil
this depression of the rake to make
along the line of the rake at a low angle
with the garden line if the rake is held
the surface is liable to the ground
of seeds is to be sown
to become wavy instead of level at a steep angle
in one direction and then rake first
rake over the bed
Foxes come down from the railway embankment
I saw one dead in Cuckoo Wood it was pinned
between the eyes grey & ghastly We skirted
burnt gorse & past Orange Court found
the Farnmborough road & thence back
to Lower Green Farm the masts
of TV aerials shinning through the brushwood
ten miles from the Crystal Palace
Anyway … that’s all done now. I have increasingly felt over the past couple of years that I no longer had any enthusiasm for the publishing, and, at the dawn of my old age, wanted to put my energies back where I began – into my writing. I’ve done my bit as a publisher. Also, I want to put on record that poetry as such is not in fact the biggest thing in my life. Most contemporary poetry I read bores me. I know that’s a bit like Glenn Gould when he said “I don’t like the sound of the piano that much.” I can relate to that. I’ve always thought of myself not as a “poet”, whatever that is, but a “writer”. I am interested in new writing, writing that breaks boundaries, which might be poetry.
And as for the poetry scene, it no longer energises me. Perhaps because I’ve been out of London for 12 years. Perhaps because the British avant-garde scene seems to have run its course, and has retreated behind the boundaries of academia. Or that’s how I perceive it today. Poets subverting expectations of what a poem should be, and telling the world the theory of how they do it seem to be two a penny now. It looks like a career move sometimes.
|Yellow Oat-grass (Trisetum flavescens) and Crested Dog's-tail (Cynosurus cristatus)|
|Patch of Tor-grass (Brachypodium pinnatum)|
|Patch of Tor-grass (Brachypodium pinnatum) - detail|
|Spikes of Tor-grass (Brachypodium pinnatum)|
|Hairy St John's-wort (Hypericum hirsutum) coming into flower|
|Leaves and stem of Hairy St John's-wort (Hypericum hirsutum)|
All you have to say to me. A woman
is speaking, where pain is. Domestic
it comes in shades of eavesdropped.
Lack, of light.
Loyalties, I was silent but. This was virtue,
to stick by in a stoning.
Labels: Carol Watts
|Moon over a distant Indalsälven|
|Othello and Iago|
one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplex'd in the extreme
|Calle Frezzeria (Venice)|
Labels: William Shakespeare
|Sylarna from Spåime|
|Lotus glaber and Lotus corniculatus|
|Narrow-leaved Bird's-foot Trefoil (Lotus glaber)|