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DRS - At my brother’s behest

DRS - At my brother’s behest

 

At my brother’s behest

I tried to watch the footy today

I’m in a hotel

That’s what people do, surely

Not write their attachments down

Chill out

Put ur feet up

Et al

 

But yunno

 

I tried

 

The decision review system (DRS)

Over goals etc

The booing of good play

By the opposing team’s supporters

 

I just can’t.

Get into it.

 

On the DRS:

 

For a start,

The technology is rarely conclusive

 

Why do we trust technology

More than human judgment?

 

For a start

Modern science

Has moved away

From its philosophical underpinnings

That governed

Newton etc

 

Science no longer cares about truth

Only production

 

(not even bothering to point out

That some dude in a lab coat

Will still have to conclude a ‘reading’

On the basis of the data

 

Hell, he might even have a fever

Or mightn’t have slept well the previous night

Or be undiagnosed for stress

Or be working despite it

Regardless)

 

All this

What late 19th century writers

Might refer to as ‘Irony’))

 

And on this question

Of DRS

And objective judgment

“Modern Truth” in essence

 

I keep coming back to Primo Levi –

 

That a non human/instrumental ‘truth’

Of Auschwitz

Would have been false* –

 

For only living beings

Experience

Pain, suffering, violence, death

 

So the affective

The emotive

 

Necessary

 

Crucial

In fact,

 

Of course

In dialogue with reason & wisdom

 

It goes without saying

 

Or should

 

Unless ur ‘thick’,

 

Is much more

In the service of capital T Truth

 

As for 65 000 years,

According to Oxford Publishing,

Indigenous Law & Lore have proceeded

Marvelously sustainably and equitably

 

God bless

 

God is in the shout of the street

God in all of us

& our lives

 

What,

 

As you may prefer

 

One to call:

‘The sacredness

Of life’

 

 

©Malachi Doyle 2023.

* The further irony (tragedy is insufficient to say) would no doubt be noticed by the perceptive reader – that it was instruments of science/industry that were, forgive the pun 6,000,000 loved ones, instrumental the very direct cause of those violations and murders.


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