The above photo is the James LeVoy Sorenson Molecular Biotechnology Building which will be built along Wasatch Drive where golf course is now (just east of the student union). It will be the first of four interconnected buildings devoted to researching health sciences, engineering, science, business, law and other disciplines.
Link to Desert News article.
Below is a poem about inspiration written by Alexander Pushkin about which I have been thinking lately. For those not familiar with Pushkin, he was (and is) an incredibly famous Russian poet who lived in the 19th century. The language of the poem in Russian is incredibly rich and quite moving. In short he uses bible imagery to explain the inspirational process. I think that we could all use a little more inspiration in our lives in these times. This translation is a fairly good one.
The Prophet
Parched with the spirit's thirst, I crossed
An endless desert sunk in gloom,
And a six-winged seraph came
Where the tracks met and I stood lost.
Fingers light as dream he laid
Upon my lids; I opened wide
My eagle eyes, and gazed around.
He laid his fingers on my ears
And they were filled with roaring sound:
I heard the music of the spheres,
The flight of angels through the skies,
The beasts that crept beneath the sea,
The heady up-rush of the vine;
And, like a lover kissing me,
He rooted out this tongue of mine
Fluent in lies and vanity;
He tore my fainting lips apart
And, with his right hand steeped in blood,
He armed me with a serpent's dart;
With his bright sword he split my chest;
My heart leapt to him with a bound;
A glowing livid coal he pressed
Into the hollow of the wound.
There in the desert I lay dead,
And God called out to me and said:
'Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see,
And let my works be seen and heard
By all who turn aside from me,
And burn them with my fiery word.'
Alexander Pushkin
1826
Link to other Puskin poems
2 comments:
Thanks David! Very interesting and enlightening. The new building looked great!
Here is the one I liked:
" Forth went the sower to sow his seeds..."
As freedom's sower in the wasteland
Before the morning star I went;
From hand immaculate and chastened
Into the grooves of prisonment
Flinging the vital seed I wandered--
But it was time and toiling squandered,
Benevolent designs misspent...
Graze on, graze on, submissive nation!
You will not wake to honor's call.
Why offer herds their liberation?
For them are shears or slaughter-stall,
Their heritage each generation
The yoke with jingles, and the gall.
Linda
Well, I'm not shocked to find that you are a Mad Scientist, or at least on your way to becoming one. Maybe if you would have had a little more scienc under your belt, the duct tape costume wouldn't have been such a fiasco;-) You are a hoot! Great to see you are doing so well.
-Rach
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