Searching for Science

Mindful mending in a scientized world: With everything digitized also being scientized, the defining is a living quest. Indeed science is an alphabet of possibilities. Yes, science is safe, except when it isn't, yet, as with Pi, the dividend is infinite. A poetry of mindful mending may fit this sending, but how snakes sidewind and sandfish swim, how early legged animals first crawled up, like a poet to his own shore, are the subtext to far beyond and more. Ecology needs new buzz words, fiercely motivating, to turn public attention toward mindful mending. Earth is our only viable hive. Swarming into action is essential.

Here, in sparse rhythmic aphoristic poetry, Elihu Blotnick searches. Indeed, science is its own subject, a tool, a method, an outcome, and a guide. Those who toy with it are surprised when they draw laughs. Those who reject it do so to their peril. They limit themselves. Yet, even those who worship at its gates never arrive in its heaven. The universe is ultimately unknowable. We are cosmic miniatures and always will be. Of course, we can make fiction of the future but the universe itself is our chief critic and will have the last word, regardless. This is the author's ultimate message, delivered in poetry that explores science in the context of language and discovery. Write real and see what happens, Elihu thought. But inspiration got the better of him: the poems are profound and prophetic.