Siberia
The Porsolt Forced Swimming Test (Behavioural Despair Test) is centred on rodents’ response to the threat of drowning. It has been interpreted as measuring susceptibility to negative mood in humans. … Continue reading Siberia
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P O R S O L T
The Porsolt Forced Swimming Test (Behavioural Despair Test) is centred on rodents’ response to the threat of drowning. It has been interpreted as measuring susceptibility to negative mood in humans. … Continue reading P O R S O L T
I mistook myself for a scientific label
Perhaps it was just me, but I somehow mistook myself for a scientific label! [I wrote this poem many years ago but it still seems relevant]
The loss of feeling
a POST SCRIPT to symbolism. Dr Felix Post made ‘science’ of the dead. he categorised all [dead] artists by disease of lives that POST had never shared and ‘evidence’ alone … Continue reading The loss of feeling
Vivendo discimus
The Antiquary worries: that today’s Science has lost the place of T I M E in our lives. [a poem for now, then, and all that may become]
Who cares?
words from Hame graphic by Peter. [photograph of Gauch farmhouse, Cabrach. It was cut-in-two to make was for the Baler]
a collective loss
science cannot be captured in a word – just as feel is lost in every representation.
This is now
three words in the past.
That small place in the whole of time
Filmed at Transit House. This film is based on a poem that I recently wrote on the Politician’s clock, in Transit House, Calton Hill Edinburgh. The poem is for Catherine … Continue reading That small place in the whole of time
Compelling Evidence
The Expert told Parliament that there is “compelling evidence” for long-term treatment with antidepressants. This the Expert said is “maintenance treatment”.[1] The Expert told Parliament: “Depression is under-treated across the … Continue reading Compelling Evidence
dust
only dust makes light visible: bringing colour to skies that are not little. children are colours yet to find words – skies are not little.
local and deep
a child I waded into ocean shallows trembling with excitement the season did not matter: I could not feel the cold! Older now, I recall more vividly than then – … Continue reading local and deep