I’ve been lost in a forest of work for the last few months. Its getting crazy as I get close to leaving to start my field work. I was having a conversation with someone a while ago about the loss of the sublime in academic life, the result of which is that the closest we get to art is picking profile pictures for facebook. In a similar thread, I’ve just read and reread this paragraph from Bourdieu on scientific fields, and come to the conclusion its the closest I’ve got to poetry in a long while. Here it is, in the style of “The Poetry of Donald Rumsfeld”:

“The specificity of the scientific field and the social conditions of the progress of reason”

by P. Bourdieu.

The structure of the distribution of scientific capital
is the source of the transformations of the scientific field
through the intermediary of the strategies
for conservation or subversion
of the structure which the structure itself produces:

on the one hand,

the position which each individual agent
in the structure of the scientific field
at any given moment
is the resultant,
in institutions and dispositions,
of the sum of the previous strategies of that agent

and his competitors,

strategies which themselves depend
on the structure of the field
through the intermediary of the structural positions
from which
they originate;

and on the other hand,

transformations of the structure of the field
are the product of strategies
for conversation
or subversion
whose orientation and efficacy are derived
from the properties of the positions
occupied within the field
by those
produce them.

It has a nice flow to it I think. Oh well, back to the grind stone.