I have been reading poetry, as usual, and also non-fiction about various aspects that could be deemed scientific, such as Michael Pollan’s Changing Your Mind and physicist Sean Carroll‘s book The Big Picture.
On my way to work, I posed (in my mind) an argument with Carroll about his use of the word “poetic” in his definition of poetic naturalism, which he defines thus:
Naturalism is a philosophy according to which there is only one world — the natural world, which exhibits unbroken patterns (the laws of nature), and which we can learn about through hypothesis testing and observation. In particular, there is no supernatural world — no gods, no spirits, no transcendent meanings.
I like to talk about a particular approach to naturalism, which can be thought of as Poetic. By that I mean to emphasize that, while there is only one world, there are many ways of talking about the world…
The poet Muriel Rukeyser once wrote, “The universe is made of stories, not atoms” … There is more to the world than what happens; there are the ways we make sense of it by telling its story… The world is just the world, unfolding according to the patterns of nature, free of any judgmental attributes. But these moral and ethical and aesthetic vocabularies can be perfectly useful ways of talking about the world … We just have to admit that judgments come from within ourselves.
Despite my doubts about his use of “poetic,” it may be that Carroll’s term describes me; at any rate, his definition comes close to my own thinking about the world.
And hence, another draft for my poem-a-day challenge.
Brown leaves bouncing across Preston Lane
late afternoon, air currents swirling.
Road shoulder cradles raccoon carcass,
fur shudders, though body’s still, and sun
highlights the gray-white hairs as travelers
speed past. Chlorophyll greens local lawns
and ditches beside the creek, molecules moving,
nitrogen atoms taken up through root and rhizome.
Sudden, yellow, early–narcissus blooms near
the neighboring farmhouse–all of which
recommends itself as The World As It Is.
A reality for at least one universe,
even though there exist other possibilities
in the realm of Undiscovered.