The NYT editorial on June 5 2009:"Over the years, scientists have developed many strains of genetically modified mice, many of which incorporate human versions of similar mouse genes. But there is something different in a recent experiment performed at the
Max Planck Institute for
Evolutionary Anthropology in
Leipzig, Germany. Scientists there have created a strain of mouse that contains the human variant of a gene, called
FOXP2, associated with several critical tasks, including the human capacity for language.
What makes this different is how fundamentally human — and unmouse-like — language really is. Something essential to us, something defining in our species, has been implanted in a rodent.
FOXP2 happens to work pretty well in mice...
...And there is another question hovering over this experiment: Just how alien to themselves do these transgenic mice become? To that question, scientists are bound to find no answers,
until, perhaps, mice can speak for themselves."
बा. सी. मर्ढेकर, # २१ , "मर्ढेकरांची कविता" (B S Mardhekar, "Mardhekar's Poetry", 1959)पिपांत मेले ओल्या उंदिर;
माना पडल्या, मुरगळल्याविण;
ओठांवरती ओठ मिळाले;
माना पडल्या, आसक्तीविण.
गरिब बिचारे बिळांत जगले,
पिपांत मेले उचकी देउन;
दिवस सांडला घाऱ्या डोळीं
गात्रलिंग अन् धुवून घेउन.
जगायची पण सक्ती आहे;
मरायची पण सक्ती आहे.
उदासतेला जहरी डोळे,
काचेचे पण;
मधाळ पोळें
ओठांवरती जमलें तेंही
बेकलाइटी, बेकलाइटी!
ओठांवरती ओठ लागले;
पिपांत उंदिर न्हाले ! न्हाले !
Translated from the Marathi by
Vilas Sarang विलास सारंग:Mice Died in the Wet BarrelInside the waterlogged drum, the mice are dead,
Their necks hang, wrung by nobody.
The necks hang, and lips meet lips
Without desire.
Poor bastards lived in holes,
And, with a hiccup, died in the drum.
Day spilled into gray eyes,
rinsed their limbs and genitals.
Living is obligatory;
so, too, is dying.
Melancholy has disquieting eyes;
they are glass ones, though.
Even the honeycomb
brimming on their lips
is merely foam rubber!
Lips nuzzling lips:
O the mice are douched in the drum!
the mice are douched!
Artist:
Paul Noth, The New Yorker, June 8 2009, Cartoon Caption Contest #196My caption:
“The poet is right. They are saying: Living is obligatory; so, too, is dying.”
