
“Rusty Bucket” by Jim Gensheer
thoughts leaking precision
from buckets of brains
hauled from decade to decade
old scholarship banged up
by too many trip-and-falls
clumsy with age among
fast moving new-minted minds
never stepping in classical stains
from incontinent seepage
of once settled science
From my book Bohemian Scents
Isn’t it odd that technology once strolled along at an easy, almost artistic pace, yet now sprints at a ridiculous, perhaps amazing bland pace. Your fine words had this old mind thinking, Paul
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Interesting thought. Or, maybe it is still being artistic now. It has become eternally more imaginative. I speak like this because this is how I approach my scientific calling.
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Likely you are correct. Imagination is not in doubt in part or at all. Jolly fine thought provoking poem though – that’s the main thing.
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thanks, mike – notwithstanding Moore’s Law and other theories of accelerating technology, it’ important that we don’t get bogged down in scientific dogma – I like to think that even old Isaac Newton would agree
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Great post! Keep it up!
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