There was a young lady from Bude
24 September, 2010 | Richard P. Grant |
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I think he sits at that strange table
of Eddington’s, that is not a table
at all, but nodes and molecules
pushing against molecules
and nodes;
—from At It, R. S. Thomas
It’s poetry time. A few weeks ago Boing Boing started an open thread for phylogenetic haiku, with the stated aimed that “if you google your organism’s name as well as the keyword “haiku,” it will be this post that will sit on the number one spot.”
Now, it’s my contention that it’s easy to do bad haiku. The 5-7-5 pattern isn’t that difficult, nor is it very interesting. If we introduce the seasonal reference (kigo) and juxtaposition of thoughts, or ‘cutting word’ (kireji) that characterize Japanese haiku, then things are slightly more challenging, but haiku in English isn’t really challenging.
While beech trees turn red
New students choose their courses:
My thesis has stalled.
That took me a minute. You could argue that the point of haiku is that it captures a moment, it is naturally ephemeral, and that it shouldn’t be too challenging or laboured; it should only take a few seconds to compose. You might be right—I remember knocking out a ton of them in an English lesson at school. But you wouldn’t be reading here if you didn’t appreciate a challenge, so (you’re way ahead of me, I can tell), rather than asking you to write haiku, how about some scientific limericks?
Structure and form, with rhymes. Can you do it? There might be a prize for the best. For inspiration, you might like to check out Graeme King’s scientific limericks, but I’m convinced you can do better.
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I’ll be the first sacrifice victim…
These three poor nuclei from Truman*,
their envelopes just didn’t suit ’em.
Ruled by DNA, they said oh, what the hey,
let’s break through the RMR lumen!
*Yes, the ex-president.
Well done 🙂
The California Institute for Regenerative Medicine is sponsoring a poetry contest to celebrate Stem Cell Awareness Day. Entries are welcome from anywhere in the world – not solely California.
The winner (or winners) will receive a framed stem cell image of their choice from those on the CIRM flickr Website http://www.flickr.com/photos/cirm. If the winner(s) prefer the image can be framed alongside their poem. The winning poem(s) will also be posted on the Stem Cell Awareness Day and CIRM Websites and may be printed in the CIRM annual report.
Poems of 250 words or less that relate to the subject of stem cell science should be submitted by September 27th to stemcellday@cirm.ca.gov.
Following the credo that “A true limerick is not printable,” this ditty is “scientific” only in the “freak biology” sense…
A remarkable man from Cheyenne,
Had a rear end unique among men:
With his flexible hole,
He could strangle a mole,
And to show off, he sharpened a pen.
Inspired by a Swedish limerick penned by Hans Alfredsson.
There once was a young man named Joel
who fell into, by chance, a black hole.
He was worried of course
about gravity’s force
and if he bear so heavy a soul!
Once Upon A Planet by Celia Berrell
(for Professor Ernesto Di Mauro)
Some water and hydrogen cyanide
condensed and created some formamide.
With catalyst rocks
and polymer socks
our Earth then gave birth to nucleotides!
Hello! I am NOT a scientist in the same way the rest of you are. I am a market researcher. I have been engaged by CIRM (the California Institute for Regenerative Medicine – the stem cell people) to promote stem cell awareness.
In that regard, CIRM is sponsoring a Poetry Contest for Stem Cell Awareness Day. The contest ends quickly, this Monday, September 27th. Please consider entering. Entries are welcomed from all over the world. Here is the link to enter: http://www.cirm.ca.gov/StemCellAwarenessDay2010.
Stem Cell Awareness Day is October 6th, 2010. Please consider entering. We need your creative inputs.
G. K. Pullum quoted a good one in Language Log a little while ago:
A mosquito cried out in his pain,
“A chemist has poisoned my brain!”
The cause of his sorrow
Was para-dichloro-
Diphenyltrichloroethane.
Or, in other words, DDT.
An Australian Lab is the spot,
Where we dabble in fungus a lot,
The things that delight us,
In Rhinosinusitus,
Are cytokines, Fungus and snot.
Triassic, Jurassic, Cretaceous:
Huge lizards, triumphal, voracious.
A rock from deep space
Put an end to their race,
Now reduced to mere lumps carbonaceous.
Kudos to Celia Berrell and M. Gwinn: even though not following the strict Limerick format, Fabulous! Being posted here, I assume they are originals? (Just making sure!!!)
Thanks Henry, yes original, inspired by recent article by Professor Ernesto Di Mauro.
Thanks! And yes, I’m afraid it is original, inspired by the geologic time scale.
I’m afraid I left out a word (could) in the last line of my limerick, so here it is again for the sake of exactness.
There once was a young man named Joel
who fell into, by chance, a black hole.
He was worried of course
about gravity’s force
and if he could bear so heavy a soul!