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Robert Frost: First ID poet?

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 02:17:40 +0000

I’m told that American poet Robert Frost published a poem called “Accidentally on Purpose” at the end of his life (1962) Accidentally on Purpose Robert Frost Till Darwin came to earth upon a year To show the evolution how to steer, They mean to tell us, though, the omnibus Had no real purpose till it [...]

I’m told that American poet Robert Frost published a poem called “Accidentally on Purpose” at the end of his life (1962)

Accidentally on Purpose

Robert Frost Till Darwin came to earth upon a year

To show the evolution how to steer,

They mean to tell us, though, the omnibus

Had no real purpose till it got to us.

Never believe it.

At the very worst It must have had the purpose from the first

To produce purpose as the fitter bred:

We were just purpose coming to a head.

Here’s the whole thing.
Had Frost lived, would he have been the first ID poet?
(Note: These images of Frost are from Wikimedia Commons.)

Brain: Find me those coconuts and pigs … or else!

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:36:08 +0000

 A friend alerted me to this wonderful poem on the brain by Pier Giorgio Di Cicco (1949-) “Brain Litany: Or, Overlooking the Existential Factor”, poet laureate of Toronto and Augustinian priest: *” … and when we think of coconuts and pigs, there are no coconuts or pigs in the brain.” — Gregory Bateson [ ... [...]

 A friend alerted me to this wonderful poem on the brain by Pier Giorgio Di Cicco (1949-) “Brain Litany: Or, Overlooking the Existential Factor”, poet laureate of Toronto and Augustinian priest:

*” … and when we think of coconuts and pigs, there are no coconuts or pigs in the brain.” — Gregory Bateson

[ ... ]

Where are the pigs Where are the coconuts

The brain is a compendium of holographic mechanisms

Help me find the coconuts Help me find the pigs

The brain is a neuro-physiological metaphor

The brain is an illusionist’s exercise in Euclidean geometry

The brain is a vibrational amplifier for ambient field quanta

Find me the goddamned coconuts the pigs

The brain is a cybernetic miracle with a three-ring triune brain circus at its centre [ ... ]

Read the rest here. It is simply the best sendup I have ever heard of materialist neuroscience.

So rarely does a poet actually take on the nonsense rigorously, as opposed to simply sneaking away into some romantic or nihilist haze.  – Denyse O’Leary

PS: If you find the pigs, lose them again, will you, and keep the coconuts for your trouble. – d.


Wonders

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:37:25 +0000

Wonders by Roger W. Hancock Looking, viewing, wondering, Of all the stars, all the universes; Man to find meaning, Plots the constellations. Looking, searching, wondering, All the suns, and planets be, Man still looking to the stars, Surmise our origins. Looking, studying, wondering, All on earth and in the sky, Man’s belief in a godless [...]

Wonders

by Roger W. Hancock

Looking, viewing, wondering,
Of all the stars, all the universes;
Man to find meaning,
Plots the constellations.

Looking, searching, wondering,
All the suns, and planets be,
Man still looking to the stars,
Surmise our origins.

Looking, studying, wondering,
All on earth and in the sky,
Man’s belief in a godless faith,
Chose unproven thought.

(c) 10-16-06, Roger W Hancock
www.PoetPatriot.com


Earth

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:36:15 +0000

Earth by Roger W. Hancock Earth is set precise, Among the heavenly stars; Happenstance? They say. (c) 10-16-06, Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

Earth

by Roger W. Hancock

Earth is set precise,
Among the heavenly stars;
Happenstance? They say.

(c) 10-16-06, Roger W Hancock
www.PoetPatriot.com



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