Posts Tagged ‘stars’

Flashback Friday — Advice: Marilyn edition, “The few remaining earthbound stars”

July 8, 2011

This post originally appeared on May 19, 2010 at 3:53 p.m.


I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

(Telegram from Marilyn Monroe declining a party invitation from Bobby and Ethel Kennedy. June 13, 1962.)

You got to fight for your right to twinkle. It is difficult and discouraging and at times seems insurmountable, but in the end, you are raised up to the sky to shine forever. Please try to help each other out and let’s none of us lose heart.

John Milton June: Unseen spiritual creatures

June 28, 2011


via.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

(John Milton. Paradise Lost. Book IV, 677-8.)

John Milton June: As stars to thee appear

June 26, 2011


Andre de Dienes.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars, —- as stars to thee appear
Seen in the galaxy, that Milky Way
Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest
Powder’d with stars.

(John Milton. Paradise Lost. Book VII, 577-581.)

Burroughs Month: Man is designed for space travel

November 6, 2010

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.


Postulate that there is no privacy and no deceit possible in space: Your innermost thoughts, feelings and intentions are immediately apparent to those around you. So you want to be careful who is around you.

(William S. Burroughs. The Adding Machine: Selected Essays. New York: Arcade, 1993. p. 85.)

I did a lot of Burroughs reading in October to get all primed for the take-two of Burroughs month this November, and one of my favorite pieces from The Adding Machine was this little gem. I plan to share more later this week, about shit-spotting. But as far as this excerpt goes, I drew a lonely and ugly conclusion from the parameters of Burroughs’ postulate in this passage: if there is no privacy in space, I would not want to go.


Astronomy Domine by pequeñísimo ser on the flickr.

If that’s part of the rules, that I can be in space but people can read my thoughts and my feelings? My first instinct in the face of that stricture would be to reject the chance of space travel, which is something that I have wanted to do my whole life, to the point that I mist up when I think about how I’m getting too old to ever be approved to colonize the moon, which means giving up on my dream of making love on the lawn in my terraformed backyard by Earthlight (the most beautiful thing possible — just think about it), yet here I am saying “no-go” to space travel if it means tipping my hand about all my secret romantic notions. That is crazy. I need to work on tearing down some of my walls.

Movie Millisecond: Everything good dies here, even the stars

October 22, 2010

I Walked With A Zombie (Jacques Tourneur, 1943).

Auden October: Inaugural edition, “The More Loving One”

October 6, 2010

This month will focus on W.H. Auden. Starting … now.


Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.


How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.


Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.


Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

(Auden, W.H. “The More Loving One.” Homage to Clio. New York: Random House. 1960.)


via rimbaud-was-a-rolling-stone on the tumblr.

It seems to me, I suppose unfairly, that in a pair there is always a lover and a lovee. My nearly lifelong preference for the safely sheltered harbor of being a lovee has made me deliberately pass over and miss crucial opportunities, not to mention made a secret hypocrite and liar of me many times over, while allowing me never to really share all of myself.


Masculin Féminin (Godard, 1966).

It’s a journey that lacks the thrill of a rocky climb or winding bridge over water where your hands are clasped and you jump together over giant roots; it’s a dry, smooth, straight path that lacks all scenery and leaves you feeling more alone with someone else than by yourself. To consciously choose to change this behavior (which of course is a shield I long ago threw up to defend against pain down the road and have never fallen out of the habit) is one of my many resolves, but one that I don’t know when I will possibly be ready to put in to practice.


via bleedtoblack on the tumblr.

Oh — I’m coming at this poem from the perspective that it’s about more than stars. But even just the stars layer of meaning is cool, too, I guess.

Langston Hughes Month: Quiet Girl

May 22, 2010


I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

–Langston Hughes, “Quiet Girl”

Advice: Marilyn edition, “The few remaining earthbound stars”

May 19, 2010


I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

(Telegram from Marilyn Monroe declining a party invitation from Bobby and Ethel Kennedy. June 13, 1962.)

You got to fight for your right to twinkle. It is difficult and discouraging and at times seems insurmountable, but in the end, you are raised up to the sky to shine forever. Please try to help each other out and let’s none of us lose heart.

Langston Hughes Month, Inaugural Edition: “Dream-dust”

May 9, 2010

This May 22nd will mark the forty-third anniversary of the death of the dashing, amazing, trailblazing and talented Harlem Renaissance writer Langston Hughes. I totally don’t know shit enough about him or the width of his body of work as I ought to, besides the obvious anthologized poem choices and blurbs I’ve read in textbooks through the years, and I don’t like that. I’d like that to change this month. Join me! I’m starting … now.

Gather out of star-dust,
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,
One handful of dream-dust,
Not for sale.


— “Dream-dust,” Langston Hughes.

Take-Two Tuesday — Art of the nude: Andre de Dienes

March 16, 2010

I knew I had one more. Originally posted January 14, 2010 @ 11:06 am.


Photograph by Andre de Dienes.

Shitballs

March 16, 2010

Well, heck. I thought I had more gushy crap about the universe on here than that. I guess I am not as out about my liking it “astro-tastic” as I thought.


Astronomy Domine by pequeñísimo ser on the flickr.

Man. Sorry that Take-Two Tuesday, the “Oh my stars” edition, was so brief. I am going to throw up a Daily Batman, some Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day, maybe a vintage nude chick, maybe not, depending on how much time I got, and stick a fork in the internet and call it done for the day, dudes. Slipping over to Quizno’s with Gorgeous George and then we are going to try to make heads or tails of tonight’s “Lost.” Lovin’s!

Take-Two Tuesday: Be the light in the darkness

March 16, 2010

Originally posted September 4, 2009 @ 9:09 am

“We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion, just as effectively as by bombs.” –Kenneth Clark


When I read that Kenneth Clark quote, I thought right away of this picture and quote from Carl Sagan.



I think we often catch sight of our cosmic tininess and we grow despairing. I often have. Like, why does it matter, what’s the point, I’m dust, I’m nothing, on and on. But I think I’ve been on the wrong track, and there is positivity to be mined here. There is no reason at all to let this beautiful picture and quote by Carl Sagan discourage you or make you feel like giving up. Like Clark said, we mustn’t let cynicism destroy us. You are not insignificant — you are incredible. What a phenomeon you are, and what a short time you have to blaze like the miracle you were intended to be. Light up a dark place today!

Take-Two Tuesday — Advice: Of stars and not giving up hope edition

March 16, 2010

Originally published Jan 10, 2010 @ 23:06




I’ve had a kind of crap time of it lately, even though I strive to stay upbeat, and I know several of my friends are feeling the same. As I find my words are not adequate to really comfort myself, I certainly wouldn’t inflict them on you, so I thought I’d turn to better sources.

I guess the one thing I would try to impart is that it’s a blue time, and I empathize so deeply, but we are so small in the breathtaking scope of the universe that, for me, it helps to look up and remember that just my being alive is, itself, a stroke of fortune greater than I could possibly begin to grasp, and I ought savor that miracle instead of bemoaning where it fails to meet the mark — even when it doesn’t seem terribly miraculous or deserving of thanks, life is still a gift. Dearest friendohs who are hurting tonight, I hope these better words of wisdom below put the grace and hope that you deserve in to your heart.


“Adventures in Space” by aaliyeh on the flickr.



Take-Two Tuesday — An explanation

March 16, 2010

A special and rare day for you today,* all day: the stars-and-stuff-about-the-universe blogs so nice, I’m posting them twice on this extra special Take-Two Tuesday!


*(read: I am feeling Ways About Things and haven’t got the heart for posting originals)
This is star IC-1805’s nebula cluster in the Casseiopeia constellation.

Like a radio station with two-fer-tuesdays of butt rock, but with reblogs of old posts instead. (And maybe some new if I can get my spacebar to stop sticking so badly.)


Gliese 710 — it’s cominnnnng, are you ready?

I was thinking about and possibly talking about Cygnus X-1 recently and I am suddenly feeling very intergalactic planetary today as well as disinclined to go writing original thoughts in my current state of mind. Going to try to find all my astro-posts so far and post those babies up instead. And, like I said, I will attempt later to explain why I am all up onz with Cygnus X-1, if keyboard permits.


Antares is one of the brightest and biggest stars out there and will continue to splendidly shine on for hecka generations, reminding us that the time scale of the universe makes insignificant fools of us all.

To continue with the caption — This star is so hot and huge that it makes Lady Gaga look like Ace of Base. Sick BURN. Aw, that was mean, I’m just sayin’: fame is pretty fleeting unless you are a literal, physical, no-shit-for-real star. In which case your chances of being seen and wished upon by all of human history are damned good indeedy. Which is a pretty neat, terrific kind of fame, really.

Advice: Of stars and not giving up hope edition

January 10, 2010

I’ve had a kind of crap time of it lately, even though I strive to stay upbeat, and I know several of my friends are feeling the same. As I find my words are not adequate to really comfort myself, I certainly wouldn’t inflict them on you, so I thought I’d turn to better sources.

I guess the one thing I would try to impart is that it’s a blue time, and I empathize so deeply, but we are so small in the breathtaking scope of the universe that, for me, it helps to look up and remember that just my being alive is, itself, a stroke of fortune greater than I could possibly begin to grasp, and I ought savor that miracle instead of bemoaning where it fails to meet the mark — even when it doesn’t seem terribly miraculous or deserving of thanks, life is still a gift. Dearest friendohs who are hurting tonight, I hope these better words of wisdom below put the grace and hope that you deserve in to your heart.


“Adventures in Space” by aaliyeh on the flickr.



Music Moment: The Boy Least Likely To, “I’m Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star”

October 28, 2009

The Boy Least Likely To – I’m Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star

This is an odd little duck of a song, but in its way it has a pretty realistic take on love and how, to paraphrase Lennon, life is what happens when we’re busy making other plans.

I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen
I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville, Tennessee
I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware drums
A harmonica and a box guitar
In a canvas covered wagon stuffed with apples and with guns

We quietly slipped across the border into Arkansas
But still we couldn’t find what it was we were looking for
So we trucked on down to try our luck along the Rio Grande
But I couldn’t help but notice how
The little things that used to make us happy, made us sad

But still I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I never would’ve got here if I’d followed my heart
I didn’t think much of it till I took it apart
I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

We never ever made it down to Nashville in the end
And no one ever signed our stupid country disco band
However hard we tried, it never seemed to be enough
We never did get famous
Still it made us kind of happy and it kept me off of drugs

And now I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I never would’ve got here if I’d followed my heart
I didn’t think much of it till I took it apart
I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

But still I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I’m happy if you’re happy but it breaks my heart
I didn’t even notice it ’til it fell apart
I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star


These lyrics make me reflect. They make me recognize that there is no perfect way of doing things when it comes to love, there is no Right Answer or exact formula. There simply isn’t. You just have to take what comes to you, and struggle to recognize and capture and adore and stroke its greatness while it is still in your hands; you have to cling to it and cherish it and wring the meaning from what it is, instead of picking it apart for what it isn’t until it is just crumbs in your hands.

Music Moment: “Neapolitan Dreams,” by Lisa Mitchell

October 24, 2009

Lisa Mitchell – Neapolitan Dreams

You’ll go and I’ll be okay,
I can dream the rest away
It’s just a little touch of fate,
it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time,
but it’s got rights and so have I


I am filling this day up with friends and fun. About to hit up Where the Wild Things Are with kidlet and Special K. (edit: Geo is coming now, too.) Then we are going to a pumpkin patch with Paolo and Miss D, which is the thing I’ve been hiding from, because I have such strong memories of doing that with my husband. That is why I am absolutely going with my friends, and carving up the pumpkins afterward, too. At first I didn’t know about the pumpkin carving because I was afraid it would run late, but the heck with it; we can spend the night again if it gets dark and I don’t like the lay of the traffic and mood of the night. I need to be around people, specifically my favorite people.

I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves
under my tightly buttoned sleeves

Deepest of the dark nights
here lies the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea

Be the light in the darkness

September 4, 2009

“We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion, just as effectively as by bombs.” –Kenneth Clark


When I read that Kenneth Clark quote, I thought right away of this picture and quote from Carl Sagan.



I think we often catch sight of our cosmic tininess and we grow despairing. I often have. Like, why does it matter, what’s the point, I’m dust, I’m nothing, on and on. But I think I’ve been on the wrong track, and there is positivity to be mined here. There is no reason at all to let this beautiful picture and quote by Carl Sagan discourage you or make you feel like giving up. Like Clark said, we mustn’t let cynicism destroy us. You are not insignificant — you are incredible. What a phenomeon you are, and what a short time you have to blaze like the miracle you were intended to be. Light up a dark place today!