{ still waiting for science }


Below is a brief correspondence between myself and a friend. I have decided to post it in an attempt to clarify what I was attempting to communicate in the previous post.

Quoting Katy:

So I gave a quick look to your thoughts on CSI (I'm in between recording grades and getting my lecture notes together)-- very interesting! My initial question would be, how does this affect (if at all) the (often hostile) relationship between "hard" science, social sciences, and liberal arts-- which is admittedly an entirely other article? (I've tended to feel more of an antagonism between the latter two than anything else.) And what role does science play in determining the legitimacy of not only artistic modes of thought, but how we think about "the everyday"? (It seemed that you were getting at this, but I think I'm moving more in a criticism of scientism sort of direction, a la Neil Postman's Technopoly and such, and additionally into its monopolization of all realms of thinking, especially where global capitalism is a reality both fostered by encouraging of such a take-over).

Katy

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Reply:

Katy,

Thanks for the read and criticisms! Your antagonism is definitely justifiable, and its really what I first intended to write that peice with (frustrated, as I was, with the presumptive claim that we have to "wait on science"). But as I was writing, the piece just kind of started going another direction, and after about 2050 words, I really didn't feel like taking on the task of defining "art" and "science" to the degree I felt that it might take to really flesh out that antagonism.

You're suspicion of science "determining the legitimacy of not only artistic modes of thought, but how we think about 'the everyday'" is rightly raised, especially as the one character does not seem willing to assess the truth of ANY kind of claim until "science" shows up. There is an authority we tend to give to scientific claims that becomes totalitarian, it "has the last word."

On the other hand, one thing that was kind of an undercurrent in my post was that science's "last word" is sometimes artificial (represented in the show by the two characters using the label "mob," and thus were not entirely holding out for whatever science may provide) and/or misplaced (seeing that the conversation was about motive, how would science affirm that the act was racially motivated?).

There is also the curious fact that their and our "waiting for science" is answered in the end only by Greg's "art." Of the two ways to read this, I chose to take to it that "art" is often all we can come by, and that that's sufficient, and actually a better understanding of what science, in itself, is. So, by that reading, "art" incorperates "science." The other reading would be that Greg's "art" is subsumed under the label "science," such that science is the broader, more encompassing category.

The dilemma is that "art" has the final word on a show that presents itself as all about science and its sovereignty. But is there really a dilemma? I mean, CSI is a "show" after all, and as such, is an art-form itself. What the writers, producers, and actors do is art, not science.

I am not saying that the other reading is unfounded, and the episode definitely holds that possibility and prompts such a discussion as this. But by my reading, the episode holds a strong possibility of a different, "counter-cultural," reading.

I know this hasn't fully answered your question, which is more of a cultural criticism than I was going for, though your questions and their answers are likely needed (because I think they're right) as a reason why my reading of CSI might matter. Thanks!

-Thomas

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Just selecting this writing to comment on. I read the E.E. Cummings poem. Pretty strange. I'm not the intellectual so it was difficult for me. One thing I did think was funny was the different interpretations that people on the site I read it from came up with.

Russ Christman (10/4/2007 10:24:00 AM)
Life cycles just as the earths natural cycles, but it is possible to go through our life cycle..without really living...'they sowed their isn't they reaped their same'..being just 'anyone in a pretty how town'

tearsofblood13 ♥ you! (9/5/2007 8:39:00 PM)
I love this poem... I love ee cummings's work anyway, and this is one of my favorites of his (even if it was my evil language arts teacher who introduced me to it) . This is definitely going to be saved...

Peter Pan (3/17/2007 7:19:00 AM)
It's a poem about growing older, finding love, growing even older, and ultimately, dying.

Pam M (10/22/2006 9:04:00 PM)
This is by far my favorite poem of all time! It's a poem about love. Anyone and Noone are actually people who are madly in love with each other. They share their lives and their dreams together and there's not any other person on earth who could understand them. They were special to each other. Then when anyone dies, they 'buried them side by side, ' meaning that they were so close that they died nearly at the exact same time that they could be buried together. This poem reminds me of my grandparents. They are just like the couple in this poem!

Debbie Perez (7/5/2006 11:53:00 AM)
this is one of my favorite poems of all time. when i read it... i get two feelings, loneliness and hope

Jillxx . (9/17/2005 8:22:00 AM)
I absolutely LOVE this poem. It's a bit difficult to fully understand, I think, because Cummings uses his words together in ways that could mean many different things. This poem seems to be partly about life's cycle. This is what immediately stands out to me....the different seasons he speaks of/seasons of life, people reaping and sowing, etc. And then there is 'anyone'....VERY interesting, me thinks!

Michael Shepherd (5/21/2005 5:24:00 AM)
Isn't this one of the best poems of the 20th century, especially for poets?


I think that I side with the thought that it is a town where everything is vague and that everyone and everyone could be anyone of us. I think. I do like in the poem how he cycles the seasons and the sun moon stars rain. I think it is a poem of the uniqueness of how all life is similar.? I don't know. Here's one of my favorite parts.

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

and this one,

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

Anonymous said...

I think this poem needs to be read alongside Emerson. I've only begun to read his work, but that they influenced each other, or at least, were children of the same generation, seems undeniable. Emerson's (and e.e. cumming's own) struggle with the relationship between the individual and society is, I think, really at the heart of the poem. You get these anonymous characters (anyone and everyone) who are practically indistinguishable from each other, nor do they have any real defining identity about themselves - to have a name would be to have an identity, none are present in the poem. We also get the idea that "children guessed," and that guessing is the kind of thing you grow out of, that is, when you become anyone or everyone, when you "sleep your dreams" instead of living them. The character's lives are defined by this monotony until they're even their dreams are of nothing but sleep. This poem is so much more than about simple "cycles" or about "love." It's a critique of (American) life that says everyone is no one is anyone is everyone - who are you?