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Showing posts with label E.O. Wilson. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Scientific Methodology: Poetic Method


"Science should be poetry, and poetry science."
Para-phrased:
"Science is the organized, systematic enterprise that gathers knowledge about the world and condenses the knowledge into testable laws and principles,"
“Likewise with independent investigations, the same phenomenon is sought.”

1.) Fundamentally, to be known, trusted, retold and in order to be 
added as ammunition to the cannon, revolving on the poetic or scientific roster,
we need more than one (time), we need repetition (in science), practice and reproduction (imagination and readymades), and so on, and so on…

2.) the economy, indeed, it is most necessary.
I wholeheartedly agree, employing a simultaneity
of elegance and condensery-ing less into more, more or less...
(i.e. the largest amount of information with the least amount of effort)
Yes, go on.

3.) Strength, the virility, most importantly,
must be consistent in some-such-way,
creating a co-mensuration between 
not bang and emergence,
fourth, and forth.

4.) The spewing of more than we knew we had.
The best of which inspires the search for more.

And finally-fifthly
5.) Consilience, he says, is the one way to be
profound with words.

Experimental,
science and art shared the words
methodology and madness,
we have seen 
the singularity as abstract art. 

The weight 
of the line
was the same.
A ton of feathers
still won't fly without direction.



(based on the book ‘Consilience, The Unity of Knowledge’ by E.O. Wilson pg. 58)


Drawing By Wilson, E.O. (1985). "Ants From the Cretaceous and Eocene Amber of North America". Psyche: A Journal of Entomology 92 (2–3): 205–216. DOI:10.1155/1985/57604. (Psyche: A Journal of Entomology) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

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