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Three Waves
(The spacing got really messed up while i tried to post)...
The aim of my project was to give a more modernized perspective of the three waves of feminism and how they would view science. I have tried to incorporate more than physics in my poetry, even though we have focused much more on physics than any other science. Though my poetry is not a direct representation of any of the feminist critics from whom we have read, I tried to put more of my own perspective—or rather, what I got from these critiques.
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"First Wave: Lost No More"
Lacerations to the soul,
but the inertia of life rolls on,
No time to consider suffering,
as “carry-ons” splatters on high heels,
Dreams fracture under steel capped boots,
Vision distorted through biased spectacles,
and in the midst of it all,
I stand.
Silence.
Beautiful silence, as liquid diamonds
fill my eyes.
This lost humanity is about
to be claimed.
Lost no more...
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"Second Wave: Our Fight"
Do not forget the whether or not
of which and where and whence you came.
Do not forget the how who when
of the breast of your mother, your origin
We gasp in our own deaf preludes
of crippled warnings and mute explanations.
We gasp as if you were your own miracle,
and were born of your own logical creations.
We are risky souls, you and I in our fight
The transverse wave properties
Interrupting my thoughts
Moving perpendicular to my ideas
The rough shake of our choices
collapses other roads
It is my own magnetism that attracts me to these fragile waves
These waves I die to defend.
We have not forgotten motion
its internal increments incessantly increasing
Some determined stumbling savior
scribbles the same desperate deal with refracted light
We can do what you do…
They always had a rather bitter disposition
and the slightest of tendencies to twist and twirl
the preconceived boundaries of morality into a tangled web of obligations and cruelty.
Perhaps it was for the best.
The harsh raw nature of human confusion,
In its own elegant dance of facts and figures
But if we accelerate forward
We know that our thrust is much larger
Than our resistance
This earth is not flat, you know
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"Third Wave: On Science"
Listening to the imperfect melodies beat out by
Hundreds of thousands of falling drops of liquid ice
Preventing my tortured mind from finally falling into
The powerful rejuvenating arms of blissful sleep
And leaving behind an eclectic, haphazard
Trail of tears upon my thin glass windowpane
there is science
Driving down the open freeways of this or any
Other state I watch as the lines of varying colors
As they dance and intertwine among themselves
Never beginning, ending only out in infinity
For asphalt isn’t merely black, but shaded grey,
As all surfaces contain endless strings of color
From the infrared to the ultra violet glory of their wavelengths
there is science
Being unable to stop watching the hypnotic nimble
Swaying of leaves and branches in brisk autumn wind
Endless gyrations, uninterrupted by the casual
Fall of a single leaf from its lofty perch
To the cold and uninviting arms of earth below
As we search for Newton’s fallen apple
there is science
Watching my father watching a movie as sharp light
Falls upon his face and chest, rhythmically sustaining
His life with each swell, as his eyes, hiding a mind
Lost deep in thought, dart quickly back and forth
To take in the entirety of the pinpoints of electrons
As they enliven, destroy, confound, distort, invite
To the biology that controls the upside down the image
We see
And forces our brains to turn it right side up
there is science
In the simple monotonous clicking as I type out these
And countless other words before and to come, a stream
Not just of English letters but of consciousness
Imperfectly transcribed by the imprisoning necessity
Of language, that thought appears and solidifies
In the tapping of my pale fingers upon a black keyboard
there is science
Searching for the human soul within your dark
Piercing eyes as they simultaneously probe my own
Open to the world, unspeaking and unmoving in search
Of the scientists’s Holy Grail: where is that which
Separates Man, where lies the seat of Thought
Invisible behind your black retinal mirrors
A Holy Grail which separates the partials in your eyes
From the waves of our bodies
there is science
Dancing slowly at sixteen meager years of age
To the crooning of a long-forgotten vocalist
With my arms draped around a someone’s shoulders
For the first time, wondering is this Love?
If love is, or can be, found in a high-school cafeteria
Or whether or not some things need to be answered with science
there is science
Falling upward and outward into the golden rays
Of sunlight, and dancing to the unspoken melodies
Tossed earthward from two atoms’ meld into my eyes
All of this activity envelops me as I sit motionless
In a blue and white plastic chair in my backyard
One summer’s afternoon, my mind enraptured by light
As beams of light are altered
While passing through polarizing materials that we call
Magnetic fields
There is science
I have heard Great Minds speak about the meaning
Of science, and what truly makes a science more
Than lab apparati and research grants
And I read about Great Minds who stumble over their
Attempts to bring the ideal of science to light
Unable to solidify their abstract thought into the
Stranglehold of the English, or any other, language
We defy these Great Minds and their half-defined
Ideal of science, for science is everywhere,
To define is to limit
There is science