The value and utility of any experiment are determined by the fitness of the material to the purpose for which it is used, and thus in the case before us it cannot be immaterial what plants are subjected to experiment and in what manner such experiment is conducted.
quote by Gregor Mendel
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To call in the statistician after the experiment is done may be no more than asking him to perform a post-mortem examination: he may be able to say what the experiment died of.
quote by Ronald Fisher
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To consult the statistician after an experiment is finished is often merely to ask him to conduct a post mortem examination. He can perhaps say what the experiment died of.
quote by Ronald Fisher
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It is important to experiment and endlessly seek after creating the best possible flavors when preparing foods. That means not being afraid to experiment with various ingredients.
quote by Rocco DiSpirito
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If your experiment needs statistics, you ought to have done a better experiment.
quote by Ernest Rutherford
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An animal experiment cannot be justifiable unless the experiment is so important that the use of a brain-damaged human would be justifiable.
quote by Peter Singer
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A theory can be proved by experiment; but no path leads from experiment to the birth of a theory.
quote by Manfred Eigen
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A theory can be proved by experiment but no path leads from experiment to the birth of a theory.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Leaving
Actually leaving is a necessity
I leave many times
And much oftener than usual
Most birds leave to warmer places
I go the other way around
In isolation
In an island of isolation
It may be cold
But I am the only bird in there
It is such a nice feeling
Being one and only
Being isolated
Like an experiment
Life, an experiment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Experiment Of Life....
life is an experiment
this poem is, was, and will always be
another experiment
imitating life, art imitating that serious life
that broken heart
mimicking pain
but can never be
the same
life is so beautiful, because of this experiment
shades of colors mixing in the atmosphere
life changing perfumes
hues,
changing shapes, birds, fish, islands
clouds,
never ending drama
conversations without end
whispers without edges
this one too, the one that you have never felt
even before
as you once closed the door
this is a cloud peeping for you
longing
drifting imitating you
changing
clothes, self, shedding off skin
snake, shark,
shoelace,
waters, sands, kiss, arms,
bodies....
just you and me
behind your nape my hush....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hogarth Experiment Part 1
The year was 1942 and the war in Europe
raged on relentlessly.
Each day men were killed
in battlefields far away.
In a sleepy little hamlet
tucked deep in the Wye Valley,
in a converted shed behind his home
Professor Robert Hogarth worked
in his makeshift laboratory.
His hope was to develop a stimulant
to make plants grow larger and quicker,
thus helping with the food shortage.
Outside the storm clouds gathered
extinguishing the light of the sun.
In the distance, there were rumbles
as the thunder began to roar.
Hogarth worked feverishly
on his latest experiment
as it was almost done.
A pain shot through him,
he gasped and gave out a short cry.
As he fell, he knocked his experiment
across the wooden floor.
The container holding his latest experiment
shattered and its contents leaked
through the floor spilling over everything beneath.
The flame from his Bunsen burner
began a fire that raced out of control.
Flames licked around the building
charring everything in sight.
To be continued…
poem by David Harris
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Incompetence our best defence! !
I dreamt a dream wherein I dreamt,
I dreamt a dream of deep content.
But all the while I knew I dreamt.
I tried to wake but my attempt.
My mind just treated with contempt.
Am I the dreamer or the dream
I can’t be wholly confident.
That it is not some experiment.
Conducted without my consent.
To monitor the dreams I’ve dreamt
to analyse my dreams content.
By some arm of the government
Whose only purpose and intent
Is sadly all too evident.
Establishing a precedent.
By which they hope they can prevent
expression of our discontent.
They should not be too complacent.
Because they are incompetent
and grossly overconfident.
We’ll find a way to circumvent
their wish to be omnipotent.
We have to win this argument
and then provide due punishment.
For those found guilty of intent
to use this foul experiment.
Which demonstrates the full extent
of methods used by government.
The things they do clandestinely
Because they dare not openly.
admit to seeking thought control.
Because they know that heads would roll.
We have the right to privacy.
There is no way that they should be.
poking and prying in our mind
just to see if they can find.
another way they can repress
the freedoms that we should possess.
The dream I dreamt may yet come true
I can’t be sure no more can you.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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America - a great social and economic experiment, noble in motive and far-reaching in purpose.
quote by Herbert Hoover
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Is music mute the poem's ripened fruit?
In a smart burnoose, Khadour looked on, amused;
it suited him, to pick the choicest fruit
from market stalls, comparing each with all
and, smiling, then point out the Eastern style
allowing customers to choose what must
be brought to table straightway, and what ought
to be allowed to ripen a degree;
and so, politely indicate the sin
of thinking that the West were always best…
[An experiment in five-stress lines
internally rhyming the first, second or third foot
with the last (fifth) foot;
as an alternative to end-rhymes..
The first line is from Elizabeth Bishop,
which promoted the experiment..;
comments on the effect?
or better, try it yourself? ]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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These Criers Would Not Have Survived
My family and I grew up in Hartford's projects.
Built in the late 40's as an experiment.
Needless to say,
That experiment involved people of color.
And it wasn't considered assisted living.
The amenities I remembered receiving,
Were indignities spiced on a regular basis.
And I remember vividly who sacrificed!
And when I hear many people excuse their misdeeds,
On TV...
To exclaim painful childhood memories?
These criers would not have survived,
The host of obscenities that has motivated my life.
And when I think of people like these,
Of having no other priorities but their selfish whims...
I can understand why their realities,
For them seem to come to an end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lab, The Expriment And Me
Science is very impersonal
Science would exist without me
Science does'nt exist within me
The lab is outside me
The experiment is outside me
The success and failiure is very much mine-
The next in line after me-can
start exactly from where i left.
Religion is very personal
Religion would'nt exist without me
Religion is born within me
The lab is within me
The experiment is done on me
There is no success or failiure
There is no one behind me-
Everybody else are beside me.
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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The Journey of The Spırıt
This experiment fostered on mere mortal men
cannot be reasoned in thought.
One must be confident that what is seen
is over and again sought
by the soul of your existence that can't resist
its purpose to bring you home.
It's a home filled with knowledge
of everything that is.
It's a home filled with reverence
for everything that is.
And so while we're here we play this game
expecting to be duped and fooled.
And experiencing all of our earthly acts
we are slowly motivated and schooled.
Most of what we are schooled in
takes its toll on our brain.
Where and how do we escape this
so this is not where we remain?
We search. We learn. We give. We love
and rid ourselves of pain.
Oh mere mortals wake up and see.
Fill up your cup with mortality.
And when you've had enough that's come your way
make all your thoughts unfettered and free.
For this is the time that will come to you
all the sights that were blocked from your view.
No more will the experiment keep you enslaved
for the soul of your existence will help you be saved.
You will leave this recurring nightmarish scene
and finally understand all it did mean.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Taste For Truth!
I speak the truth I discover
In Self, world, Nature, Universe, God…
I express truth in poetry I explore
In Arts, woman and Nature.
I intellectually analyse truth I experience
In life, work, interactions, the incidences…
I philosophise over truth I observe
In experience, books, others….
I ponder over truth I notice
In experiment, observation, inference…
I infer the truth I analyse
In experiment, experience, observation….
I intellectually love truth I search for
In news, stories, articles, etc.
poem by Ramesh T A
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Gay Marriage For William (just For Fun)
this world opens itself to gay marriage
the gay priest presides this solemn marriage
of william to another william
and wilma to another wilma
do you william take william as your spouse
for better or for worse, in sickness and in health
till death do you part?
and william says, yes i do
and so by virtue of the authority vested in my by law
i hereby pronounce you william and william
as spouses
in the presence of your witnesses
wilma and wilma
the groom may now kiss his groom
it is not funny, it can be real as it has become real
nature keeps up with overpopulation
and goes for more copulation
between two same sexes in love with each other's sameness
life is an experiment and so love is an experiment too
love and its quivers
bodies and more bodies warming themselves
hearts fusing as one, how lovely to see?
seriously speaking, in the dark the souls keep on dating
the bodies become so irrelevant, the sexes not important
there is this kiss, this touch, these solvents of our loneliness
these glue and paste that must fill the gap
of our respective emptiness
the same goal the same purpose: we always want to be filled in full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Are ideals confined to this deformed experiment upon a noble purpose, tainted, as it is, with bargains and tied to a peace treaty which might have been disposed of long ago to the great benefit of the world if it had not been compelled to carry this rider on its back?
quote by Henry Cabot Lodge
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I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.