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Showing posts with label space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space. Show all posts

Friday, March 22, 2013

Voyager 1 [Week's News Poem, March 22, 2013]

Voyager 1 [Week's News Poem, March 22, 2013]

Artifacts slung possess
the night
catches artifice.

“Voyager 1, launched in 1977 to explore the outer planets, has passed into a new region on its way out of the solar system, scientists said on Wednesday.

The spacecraft, now more than 11 billion miles (18 billion km) away, detected two distinct and related changes in its environment on August 25, 2012, scientists write in paper to be published in Geophysical Research Letters and emailed to Reuters on Wednesday.”
—Irene Klotz, Reuters, CAPE CANAVERAL, Florida | Wed Mar 20, 2013 4:18pm EDT

“Closer scrutiny of radiation left over from the creation of the universe shows the Big Bang took place about 13.8 billion years ago, 100 million years earlier than previous estimates, scientists said on Thursday.
The findings are among the first results from analysis of data collected by the European Space Agency's Planck spacecraft, which is providing the most detailed look to date at the remnant microwave radiation that permeates the universe.”
—Irene Klotz, Reuters, CAPE CANAVERAL, Florida | Thu Mar 21, 2013 5:11pm EDT


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Friday, November 26, 2010

It's Stalemate, I Know It [Today's News Poem, November 26, 2010]

It's Stalemate, I Know It [Today's News Poem, November 26, 2010]

Hundreds of millions align in their places; as times may assign to the genius or fool, all the power of greatness, or humble position—depending on whimsy, on flimsy conditions of jealousy (crabs in a bucket, I say). And the goal of these capitols, capital, so forth; is play out the game where the values that vanquished reflections can stretch to the orbits of pleasure. The bodies of ice for example, or ore, or a planetoid fit for a home. By android and cyborg, by modified genes; or by robots (the horror!), they'll bring their religions to space and the culture they manage will change as the science of fiction's enacted—enthusiasts changing the realm of ideas into matter, or lifestyle at least. And if something so wondrous can come to fruition, perhaps in our atoms of fission we'll see our reflection—a creator that frowns, but has kept all the mansions in place for the living: the kings of the planet (and minions). This Heaven's immortal—outlasting the sun—and seductive; resistance is futile, innate. Disaster is nothing, defeat's just a game of the gene or idea; and victory's sweet, so I've heard from the fittest, but tying is lethal. The stalemate, the neutral, the kings on the board all alone with their pawns that can't move—that's the finish I think, and we'll orbit our selves, opposition repelling, attracting—both stalking and stalled by munition.

"It would be easy for investors to assume that Spain – like Greece, Ireland and Portugal, those other fiscal offenders on the fringe of the eurozone – is being punished in the bond markets because its public finances are out of control. Easy, but wrong, according to independent economists, market analysts and senior Spanish officials."
—Victor Mallet, The Financial Times, November 26 2010 20:18
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/1632d946-f994-11df-9e29-00144feab49a.html#axzz16QLxwGRe

"Tension mounted Friday near a South Korean island bombarded this week by North Korea, as the North’s military again fired artillery, this time in what appeared to be a drill on its own territory. "
—MARTIN FACKLER, The New York Times, November 26, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/27/world/asia/27korea.htm

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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Evil Satellite of Love [Twitter Found Poem, May 18 2010]

Evil Satellite of Love [Twitter Found Poem, May 18 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

My day would be completely PERFECT if I Didn't
have INDOSAT crash right in front of the high school.

fly me AWAY from the moon
AWAY from high school.
to love. I need a new sidekick.

Meet me in outer space.
Nobody is perfect here
THERE or really anywhere.
I have a lil secret. . .
I am nobody.
Nobody is perfect
Therefore, I am perfect!

I get a lot of people threatening my life
because I catch them in my high school.
I may just ship them on a satellite
when I get bored with them.

I just heard a story that would curl your toes
& enrage you all at the same time.
after hours of agony in orbit
my last boyfriend
crashed going 2 mph right outside the high school.

People have a capacity for evil that always surprises.


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