I've read their article from 2016 about false memories and they stated that without Independent evidence we can't be sure whenever certain memory is true or false, I've done my research and that appears to be correct. However I was wondering whenever they have practise to update article or remove it in the case of new revolutionary Discovery, so it would not missinform people
This is article I am talking about
I’m a UG student with an idea to write a blog/research article for the Scientific American. It’s a topic that they haven’t covered yet and it’s pretty interesting, however, I haven’t done actual field research work in that area and I’m still a student; I feel like I don’t quite fit the criteria for “ I’m the best person to write this article” since I’ll be communicating others’ research work only and a lot of the writers there are Ph.D. holders. Is interest enough to answer “Why I’m the best person to write this?” while submitting the pitch?
The Poem is called: Uncertain-Sea Principle after Werner Heisenberg
1rst question: What does this mean "after Werner Heisenberg"? Was he originally the author of part of the poem or something? Because at the top is says the author is Richard Blanco (The guy who wrote poems for Obama).
The author's note on the bottom says it is a "contrapuntal poem and can be read multiple ways. Left-Right, across the 2 columns or down one column and then the other." But that doesn't seem right. Because the fonts are also different down the columns. It almost seems like one font is meant to be read as one poem. You'll see some lines are in an italic font.
Uncertain-Sea Principle
the more I try to measure x .......................................................................the less I can measure y
the more I know where I am......................................................the less I know where I'm going
I scribble my name across the sand...............................the burnt-orange moon rises, cools, disappears
the more I know where I'm going...................................................the less I know how to get there
the ebb of each wave seduces me...........................................silhouettes of sailboats sleep till morning
the more I know how to get there....................................................the less I know when I'll arrive
freighter lights burn on the horizon......................................................sea oats sway to the wind's pitch
like candelabras floating toward port.....................................like inverted pendulums of timelessness.
the more I know where I'll arrive........................................................the less I know where I am
the tide rises on cue to kiss the shore hello..................................seagulls abandon the sea every night
the less I try to solve for y........................................................................the more I can solve for x
the less I know where I am..........................................................the more I know where I've been
rustling palms protest losing ..................................................the sea gives and gives itself to the shore
their green to the darkness..............................................................yet returns again and again to itself
the less I know where I've been ......................................................the more I know who I can be
the ocean vanishes into the midnight sky ................................the midnight sky vanishes into the ocean
the less I know who I can be.................................................................the more I know who I am
there's no horizon in the stark night ........................................even in the dark my eyes shape clouds
the less I know who I am................................................................the more I know that i am, here
I erase my name with a wave of my palm............................... I clutch a fistful of sand, breathe, listen
the more I try to determine my I .................................................the less I can determine my self
