One Can Have Knowledge Without Understanding
But Cannot Have Understanding Without Knowledge
I know the distance to the moon,
I know how teeth decay,
I know the genus of baboon,
And how they bale hay.
I’m quite adept at research
And have checked in every book,
Read all the proper journals,
And I listen while I look.
I’ve learned a lot of random facts,
Like Avogadro’s number,
Which bumble bees will live in trees,
And why some sharks won’t slumber.
I know some quantum physics,
And the structure of the eye,
But the question I can’t answer
Is the all-important “Why?”
Lee Alloway 2018
A record month! We haven’t had so many visitors to our web site since Russian trolls stopped bombarding us with exhortations to “Vote for Trump.” Thank you. Keep visiting. That’s what make the cyber world go ‘round. Here in the physical world we have had record visits as well. Mother Nature has visited record rainfall and record heat upon us. These seem alarming in the context of global warming, but from the perspective of one who has seen many years roll by, they are “more of the same.” Weather is reliably “unusual.” That does not argue against the reality that cyclical global warming is being accelerated by human action. It simply argues that a single point in time does not predict a trend. And speaking of time, it is time for another trendy Poem of the Month. Good reading!
June 2018 -- The Wreck of the Unsinkable Molly Drown
May 2018 -- Advice to my Grandson
April 2018 -- Awaiting Idunn
March 2018 -- Flight
February 2018 -- Lakesong
January 2018 -- Schrödinger's Cat
December 2017 -- Daybreak
October 2017 -- Night Watch
September 2017 -- The Princess
August 2017 - Pelham
July 2017 -- Siena
June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True
May 2017 -- A Thousand Flowers
April 2017 -- Oboe Rap
March 2017 - March Madness
February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business
January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window
December 2016 -- The Creation
November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon
October 2016 -- Vortex
September 2016 -- Do You?
Poem of the Month
Ancient Eagle Press
Where Old Fliers Come to Roost
Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff. Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.