The Observer Status Studio has the good fortune of being able to call upon resident scribes to pen , in Shakesperian sonnet form, the various meanings of to catalyze.
Why, you might ask, is there interest in this word at this time and in this place. Well, it seems Prime Minister Carney and his Invest in Canada Chair Dominic Barton , are enamoured with the word and use it and its various declensions at every opportunity ,especially at the current Canada Investment Summit ,as a lure in their fishing expedition for a trillion dollars in investment funds.
Prime Minister Carney & Invest in Canada Chair Dominic Barton
Come for the pitch, stay for the investment!
The scribe team included D.Eep Seek , Chatterley Grandiose Petty Thunderstruck and E.U. Ria
To Catalyze
When slumbering things await the trumpet’s cry,
We wake the spark that quickens thought and deed;
We stir the still, and bid the dormant fly,
And hasten what had lingered in its seed.We are the hand that sets the change in motion,
The sudden wind that fills the waiting sail;
We rouse the heart, provoke the deep emotion,
And turn the tide when timid efforts fail.Yet though we urge the elements to meet,
We need not perish in the work doth start;
To speed the union, make the process fleet,
And leave unchanged our own catalytic heart.Thus may we kindle conflict, cure, or art—
To catalyze is change: We strike the spark.
When dull’d the world doth lie in slumb’rous trance,
We strike the flint and bid the embers rise;
We quicken that which tarrieth by chance,
And wake the buried fire where languor lies.We are the breath that swelleth Fortune’s sail,
The secret wind that turns the changèd tide;
We stir the fainting heart when courage fail,
And set the wheels of tardy Time astride.We summon elements to strange embrace,
And make them swift that erst were slow to meet;
Yet spend us not our substance in the race,
But urge their union onward, strong and fleet.Thus we are the spark, provoker, spur, and art—
We move the world, yet perish not: we start. To stir the blood that sleeps within the vein, To spark the flame that winter’s chill hath hid; To hasten time, to break the iron chain, And turn the heavy stone to golden rid.To speed the seed before the frost arrives, To wake the dormant heart from deep repose; To make the slowest cause with lightning thrives,And lift the weight that gravity does close.To bring the end before the time is due, To accelerate the fall of kings and crowns; To make the old world bow to new and true, And turn the silence to a roaring sounds.To act the ghost within the clockwork’s heart,And make the stillness start, and start anew.
