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Friday, August 15, 2025

STEM needs HALM

    Okay, HALM is not a word. But the words Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics have nothing to do with the word “stem.” I can’t find a word to express what I want to say, so I invent a word: HALM.

    HALM—History, Art, Literature, Music.

    STEM is the fad of the day. STEM is not bad. Science has done wonderful things for us. But STEM is only half of what it takes to live in fully human ways.

    And there is a down side to STEM: it tempts us to think we can control the world.

    There is an old saying: science helps us understand; understanding helps us control.  

    Control can ruin us. The biblical story of the tower of Babel expresses an important human tendency. We can get so enthused about our power to control that we think we are gods, and we replace the real God.

    Science has given us nuclear weapons, which science is warning us are only a few seconds away from destroying all human life. Science and technology and engineering and mathematics are giving us climate change, which is destroying much of the beauty and diversity of life that has surrounded us since evolution produced us.

    We are not in control. The wisdom of many human traditions teach that lesson. The word “Islam” means “submission,” and there are almost as many Muslims in the world as there are Christians. Hubris is the vice of our age. Hubris is STEM gone wild.

    That is why we need to complement STEM with History, Art, Literature, and Music: HALM. Those activities can awaken us to the beauty and value of humility. HALM teaches us that God is important, that we can live fully even with our limitations, that we can be vulnerable to one another, and vulnerability is part of love. HALM reminds us of how our best efforts can go wrong, and how we can recover from wrong.

    STEM tempts us to control. We need HALM to help us be full human beings, enriched by the things we create, not enslaved by them.

 

[published in Muddy River News, August 15, 2025]

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

A Joe Messina poem from last April

Several of us meet in what we call “Writers’ Circle.” It consists of Terry Riddell, his wife Deborah, Paula Peter, Mary Ann Klein, and myself. Occasionally Mary Ann’s husband, Joe Messina, joins us. Terry, Mary Ann, and Joe have all been full-time English faculty at Quincy University. I am a sociological deviant.

Last March I wrote a poem titled “Ferris Wheel.” It is printed in this blog on March 31. On April 10 Joe Messina offered a poem with my name in the title. I suggested putting it on my blog. Joe just gave me (on August 13) the okay to do that.

Here is Joe’s poem:

 

80th birthday: In imitation of Joe Z’s minimalism

 

first a baby cries
then it eats

it doesn’t ask
What does this breast want from me?

Before I was
there were two habits,
breathing and eating.

One day, I felt something for the people who fed me.

they didn’t scare me
they didn’t enrage me any more

what was it?

later someone told me about love
what’s that?

If I don’t know what love is
does  that keep me from loving?

Socrates says we don’t know what friendship is
but that doesn’t keep us from being friends.

A pilgrim poet, whose name I forget
cried How far is it to God?

No answer

He didn’t know what else to do
so he kept on going.

Speaking of going
I have to go to the bathroom
Then I’ll get back to it.

To what?

At 80 I can’t tell my living
from my dying.

What’s happening to me?
You’re dying.
Oh.
Well, let’s not make a fuss about it.

I came noisily
but I can go quietly

The air is sweet today
and ice cream is always good

Though I don’t know what good is.