Without the cry of "Progress is our most important product", where would we be?
Still, the time to lay about, to think, perchance to dream, is not to science born, and so absorbs only scorn, while the shadows sink, and a vision appears.
Enlightenment fellows, like Gibbon, tended to be contemptuous of contemplatives. It may not be exactly apropos, but one of my favorite poems by Yeats has a two-line refrain: "Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence." (https://allpoetry.com/Long-Legged-Fly) The silence is to contemplate actions in realms that escape capture by science--strategy in war, sexual attraction, and creating art.
These kinds of thoughts have been at the fore of my own thinking for most of this year. Poe's poem is new to me but I'm pleased that my own poetry is traveling in the same direction. Here's "Stars" which I wrote earlier this year: https://chieflylyrical.substack.com/p/stars
I love retrofuture art.
Without the cry of "Progress is our most important product", where would we be?
Still, the time to lay about, to think, perchance to dream, is not to science born, and so absorbs only scorn, while the shadows sink, and a vision appears.
Enlightenment fellows, like Gibbon, tended to be contemptuous of contemplatives. It may not be exactly apropos, but one of my favorite poems by Yeats has a two-line refrain: "Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence." (https://allpoetry.com/Long-Legged-Fly) The silence is to contemplate actions in realms that escape capture by science--strategy in war, sexual attraction, and creating art.
The treasuries that the mind can find, wonderfully put. Along a path, with no trail to follow. Thank you, that was eminently enjoyable.
These kinds of thoughts have been at the fore of my own thinking for most of this year. Poe's poem is new to me but I'm pleased that my own poetry is traveling in the same direction. Here's "Stars" which I wrote earlier this year: https://chieflylyrical.substack.com/p/stars