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Of Pens and Pipettes

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Author: David Weiss, PhD | Category: Around Campus | August 26, 2014

More and more, we see that science and the arts are inextricably linked. If you were at this year’s GSBS Graduation, you will remember how Dr. Erich Jarvis spoke of his own experience as a neuroscientist and accomplished dancer. Indeed, we have adopted this relationship in our GSBS motto that you will find on the front page of our website” …teaching the Art of Science”.

In the spirit of our motto, I would like to showcase Dr. Ivana Gadjanski, who is a recognized, award-winning poet and scientist interested in developing methods to grow cartilage to treat injuries. As a PhD student, she studied multiple sclerosis (MS) and inflammation injury in axons and demonstrated the role of voltage-dependent calcium channels in the calcium-mediated pathology of axonal degeneration. She is currently a researcher and project leader for the R&D Center for Bioengineering in Serbia. 

In addition to her science, Dr. Gadjanski is presently working on her third book of poems. Regarding art and science, Gadjanski believes that “Humanities and the arts are necessary in whatever you do. Science on its own isn’t enough. Science is mainly dealing with facts, and sometimes not everything can be explained with facts. You need some leap of the imagination. You have to first imagine something and then look with scientific methods.” Below is one of her poems.

ANATOMY

Around my eyes
orbits a clew of strings
    
 made of steel
They sweep through

The light flashes

and disappears
     
Silvery darkness
     

shaped like a string

comes to my pupil again

There are many things
    
out of that clew

I suppose
    

I do not know

I do not see
    

I vaguely perceive

Those strings are my boarders
    

they hold the tissue of darkness

just as the bones do

Something good in this

The bones grow

and separate

more and more light
    
comes to my eyes

The steely clew becomes blurred
     
It is still around me
    

its facets opening

The darkness is there as well

     now it makes only
     

its blind frames within the light

The light is strong

And I can see
Nevertheless, I know it

The strings are there

     The bones are part of me

She has recently moved from New York back to her native Serbia to fight the “brain drain of scientists and intellectuals”.

We have our own poet among us, Dr. Michael Lichtenstein, Chief for the Division of Geriatrics, Gerontology, and Palliative Medicine. From Dr. Lichtenstein, a haiku:

Work to resolve life’s
daily puzzles, mindful of
fleeting solutions.

I asked Dr. Lichtenstein why he likes to write Haikus. He said the following.

“Every day, we engage a set of tasks – be they planned experiments or unexpected events.The task outcomes (puzzle solutions) may not be durable; we all need to be prepared for this. In labs, experiments may not turn out as expected or results may not be replicable. In life, relationships with colleagues, friends, and family change – it’s inevitable.I write haiku as an exercise to concisely say something meaningful.”

And perhaps some of you may recall Dr. Jeremiah Herlihy, a physiologist extraordinaire who retired a couple of years ago. Besides being one of the most talented educators I have ever had the honor of having as a colleague, he was known for his poetic prowess, especially limericks which he wielded at every occasion. I asked him for one more poem.


Nostalgia

The academia to me
     
Was just the only place to be.
For work done there was scholarly
     
Where scholars worked collegially.
And that, for sure, appealed to me.

The teaching, research and the rest
    
Had filled my life with joy and zest.
They all conspired to form a whole
     
With every part assigned its role.
Their interactions formed its soul.

I’m now retired and often look back
    
And wonder if it’s still on track.
Has teaching lost its honored place?
     
Is research just a money 
Or have they vanished with no trace?

Any other poets among us that would like to step forward with some prose?



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