Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Galileo (The Indigo Girls)

Your Horoscope for AUGUST 8, 2007

Today's planetary configuration is very good for writers, SUSAN. Likely you are finding it easier to write. Take advantage of these auspicious conditions to put down all of your ideas on paper. You will thank yourself on those days when you lack ideas. Think of it as loading up the woodpile to feed your intellectual fire during the months ahead.

From Wikipedia: "Galileo Galilei (Feb. 15, 1564 - Jan. 8, 1641) was an Italian physicist, mathematician, astronomer and philosopher closely associated with the scientific revolution. His achievements include the first systematic studies of uniformly accelerated motion, improvements to the telescope, a variety of astronomical observations and support for Copernicanism. Galileo is often referred to as the "father of modern observational astronomy", as the "father of modern physics" and as the "father of science". The motion of uniformly accelerated objects, taught in nearly all high school and introductory college physics courses, was studied by Galileo as the subject of kinematics.

Although he tried to remain loyal to the Catholic Church, Galileo's adherence to experimental results, and their most honest interpretation, led to his rejection of blind allegiance to authority, both philosophical and religious, in matters of science. In broader terms, this helped separate science from both philosophy and religion, a major development in human thought."

Hmmmm, due to time/energy constraints, I don't yet seem to be in a place of "loading up the woodpile" - I'm feeling more motivated, though, for when it finally does unleash...

P.S. Apropos of nothing, but reminded because of the imagery in the poem (to which I can totally relate)... I hate squirrels (sorry) - as Carrie from Sex and the City says, "a squirrel is just a rat in a cuter outfit" (right, M?... :-)

Galileo by The Indigo Girls

Did Galileo Pray? by Ellis Paul

POEM: I Remember Galileo by Gerald Stern

I remember Galileo describing the mind
as a piece of paper blown around by the wind,
and I loved the sight of it sticking to a tree,
or jumping into the backseat of a car,
and for years I watched paper leap through my cities;
but yesterday I saw the mind was a squirrel caught crossing
Route 80 between the wheels of a giant truck,
dancing back and forth like a thin leaf,
or a frightened string, for only two seconds living
on the white concrete before he got away,
his life shortened by all that terror, his head
jerking, his yellow teeth ground down to dust.

It was the speed of the squirrel and his lowness to the ground,
his great purpose and the alertness of his dancing,
that showed me the difference between him and paper.
Paper will do in theory, when there is time
to sit back in a metal chair and study shadows;
but for this life I need a squirrel,
his clawed feet spread, his whole soul quivering,
the loud noise shaking him from head to tail.
O philosophical mind, O mind of paper, I need a squirrel
finishing his wild dash across the highway,
rushing up his green ungoverned hillside.

QUOTE: "Scientists were rated as great heretics by the church, but they were truly religious men because of their faith in the orderliness of the universe." ~ Albert Einstein

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