10 February 2009

Haiku 41

Ruined reveries
And slumbering grey half-worlds
Pierced by an alarm


Clear afternoon sky:
Behind the blue, stars unseen
Glitter, far and cold


vicmarcam said...

I often look up at the sky in daytime and think about how the stars are already there and how strange that seems.
Speaking of science, Darwin's 200th birthday is Thursday. Fundamentalist has 5 syllables. Just saying.

Patrick J. Vaz said...

That may explain why both the Chronicle and the Examiner had Darwinish articles today. I saved them for you.

Thanks for the reminder on Darwin. "Fundamentalist" -- I'll have to think about that. It doesn't seem like the best tribute. How many syllables are in "move back with the Taliban because there's no difference between you, you moron"? I'd count it myself but remember, I'm too pretty for math.

By the way, have I mentioned recently that Darwin was the poet Elizabeth Bishop's favorite prose writer?

vicmarcam said...

I didn't mean the fundamentalist thing. There's Beagle, Galapagos, Finches, Iguanas.
I couldn't agree more with your Taliban comment. I get frustrated. I share biographies of great scientists with students. I talk about the great scientists to my students: Newton, Wegner, Copernicus, Einstein. But when I go to talk about my favorite one, I feel like I am walking on eggshells. We don't even have a very conservative community. I can't even imagine what it's like in other communities.