| Quote #1
Living in the earth-deposits of our history
Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
The poem begins with a name-check of some good ol' earth science—hello, freshman year of high school, we've missed you. But then the poem transitions to thinking about fake, or quack science, the kind of "science" of tonics and elixirs that are supposed to solve all of your problems with just a little sip (Felix Felicis-style). The type of science that's totally bogus, and, you know, not science at all.
| Quote #2
Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
Here's our intro to Madame Curie. It starts right off with her death. Notice there's no deep discussion of her scientific research, no mention of her Nobel prizes. Rich just gets right to the radiation poisoning. There's a palpable absence in the poem of the actual science; instead, we just hear about how science has hurt Curie.
| Quote #3
her body bombarded for years by the element
The word "bombarded" makes us feel like Curie had no chance of fighting the painful outcomes of her research. The radium, which has given Curie cataracts and pus-filled fingers, has totally demolished her body. Again, we only see suffering at the hands of science in "Power"—there's no mention here of all the good that Curie's discoveries did. The poem is definitely giving us a limited experience of Curie's scientific work.