Place of work is part of mind,
Memories imprint the wall,
Shabby artifacts recall
Crystal concepts, well-defined.
Down the halls of empty wings
Expurgated rooms extend;
When the wrecker comes, they end,
Broken down to formless things.
I'm not Faust, and will not pray
Time to take the time to dwell;
Status quo is gait of hell.
let those rooms be done away.
Academic monies buy
Only what it pays to know;
Newer fabrications grow
Where the older legends lie.
As the building comes apart,
Driven by a subtler trend,
Means that justify and end
Subsidize the wrecker's art
Past, reknown for past renown,
Cannot generate returns,
Just the interest it earns.
Tear that tattered engram down.
--JYL
As I lack meter and rhythm, please accept, in place of something more eloquent, my sincerest gratitude for putting up this site.
ReplyDeleteJerry Lettvin remains an inspiration to more people than he knew.