and essayist Lewis Thomas writes that scientists and poets look for
"the points of connection between things in the world which seem to
most people unconnected."12
Indeed, Holub revels in this role-seeing new worlds through the lens
of a microscope:
Here too are dreaming landscapes,
Here too are the masses
tillers of the soil.13
Holub saw no contradiction between science and poetry. He remarked,
"I have a single goal but two ways to reach it. I apply them both
in turn. Poetry and science form the basis of my experience."14
As Mary Karr notes, he thrived at the nexus of art and science.15
Indeed, Holub adores learning of any kind. For instance, he lauds
his elderly mother studying Spanish.
started at the age
She falls asleep
each time, page 26.
Algo se trama.16
It is because of such perseverance that Holub has faith in humanity.
Despite everything, we retain our capacity to adapt and progress in
the face of challenges from each other and the natural world.
But above all
to sort peas,
to cup water in our hands,
the right screw
under the sofa