Voyager (3)

Voyager (3)

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A continuation of my Voyager series (1, 2)… and now 3!  Of course there is not an actual 3rd mission but I had to number these to avoid confusion among the handful of people actually reading them…and myself honestly.  They all have a common thread but different flavor (I hope).  Maybe I am like voyager throwing things out into the universe to see what I see… throwing my own golden disc into the vast expanse of the internet perhaps finding an alien I can teach my language… or maybe I just like to write, or somewhere in between the two probably is the domain of the truth, at least for now… and without further adieu…

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“voyager 3” 7.2.2018

a faint –

distant

memory

ever traveling further

every moment every second every hour

a thin beam of light suspends dust

through the seam of a midnight door

a whisper slithers down the hall

barely audible

I strain to hear

I might remember

how I came upon this place

in darkness

this cold space

a litany of stars

but none are close

none are warm

all are far

notes… I am specifically commenting on Voyager 1 here… It is in interstellar space now (see my original post to learn about all that).  So… it takes 17 hours (more now) to receive a message from Voyager 1 so hence the ‘strain to hear’ reference… and the line ‘a thin beam of light suspends dust’ is a specific reference to this photo… Our planet… from the perspective of Voyager after it left the solar system…  humbling, to say the very least.  This little satellite that could is now in between stars… which illustrates the sheer vastness of space, hence the rest of the poem, maybe some people think I should not explain things or whatever… but these are very specific references I am playing with here that I want the reader to understand… now I am leaving huge gaps in metaphors as well… so this poem has other levels (like personal) but I want people to understand the core of the feeling as it energized me to write the piece(s).

so… some more trippy ambient avant garde stuff ? sure… I got that in spades folks.

Tetsu Inoue “World Receiver”

Voyager (2)

Voyager (2)

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 “voyager 2” 6.15.18

one million ten million more

what will remain

a golden disc

not even you, great ozymandias

even your magnificence

of words on stone

will be but dust among

dunes of old

your portly friends

the pyramids

will amount

to just mounds of common rock

even the sphinx will sleep and be consumed

the earth will reclaim

all we think we thought we knew

notes… the golden disc is of course the records sent out with the voyager probes, ozymandias … well, that is a shot at my friend shelley whom I love as one poet to another but kind of recalls his great poem vs the object of time that it addresses, he did not have the science of now to contemplate so I will give the old boy a pass. I love the last line here… it sums up how arrogant we are because we are NOW… we know so little, we barely pierced the sky just 100+ years ago with the wright brothers.. think about it.

Music ? SETI: The geometry of night… different than Seti : Pharos… but equally trippy imo.

Bay Ridge, Brooklyn

Bay Ridge, Brooklyn

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For those not in the know, Bay Ridge is right over the Verrazano, a nice day to check out the sites (well…on my lunch break from work)…

 

I also wrote this about all the houses that had high walls (one pictured)…

“gated community” 7.23.18

castle walls
there is no war
no invading armies
so what are you keeping out?
invading eyes
your castle
on a hill
still
just a home
down here
also born
we are the same
you in your castle
a king
me, the peasant
in my home
so plain
the same

Here is some video from the foot bridge as well, not exactly as romantic as the Siene…

Voyager (1)

Voyager (1)

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Voyager is of course (well I say that because I am a science geek but I should not assume) the project that launched 2 ships in 1977 that are still out there traveling past our solar system into interstellar space (Voyager 1 is the first man made object to do so, Voyager 2 still has a ways to go to escape the influence of our sun… think about that, we launched something in 1977 that still is under the influence of our sun… and is traveling at over 30,000 mph all the time – nuts!).  So I recently watched a documentary about the Voyager mission called “The Farthest”… (I reviewed it here on my Facebook media review page).. it is amazingly inspirational to see what people in the 70’s were able to accomplish (and to see their enthusiasm and reaction to this amazing triumph of humanity)… The computers then compared to now… I mean..wow !  My cell phone has 1000 times the power those little Voyager units do… BUT… they will outlive us all, being in space there is a ton of … (wait for it) …. space! seriously space here seems so cramped (at times) but the space of space (that sounds confusing) is insane compared to what we consider here as the volume of personal space (I am trying to say they won’t have a car accident as astral traffic is very light). So these little voyager units are out there… zooming into the unknown, the vikings, chris columbus, hell… they ain’t got nothing on these little things.. totally inspiring.  So hence these poems the next few days…

“voyager 1” 6.15.18

might I walk upon

the surface of the sun

like a god

and look down below

onto the earth

a gem

a pearl

the cradle of life

the dawn of man

and all we know

I spy out into the endless expanse

and spot a messenger

a voyager

our postcard

our greeting card

our extended hand

and I utter

godspeed voyager

godspeed

as you blaze blindly bravely

into the unknown

your passenger of knowledge

forever into the cosmos

you go

I already posted once about the Seti : pharos album, that is some trippy space stuff… but it applies here, so I am posting it again… I have probably listened to that album 10,000 times, it is one of those things I play when I want to sleep and have dreams… that I am a voyager. Because… maybe the only scrap of humanity that will ever survive is aboard those vessels.. they are time capsules of our civilization…

Bread and Circus.

Bread and Circus.

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 “maury povich” 6.22.18

pop secret

father’s day

paternity test

DNA

what is next

did you do the crime

remember her?

did you drop the dime

notes… maury povich tries to rise above the jerry springers of the world… but it is a farce, he is a farmer of misery for ratings (and in turn $$$).. mostly remembered for “is this your daddy” type of episodes (with DNA tests to reveal the real father).  At least springer didn’t take himself too seriously.  “Pop secret” is a play on a few things… “pop” as in father, “secret”… well, the secret of the father.. and pop secret is also a brand of instant popcorn (the metaphor being you throw this pack (people) into the microwave (stage/TV) and things are going to explode every time… all that in two words.. and you thought I do this hap hazard… silly rabbit, tricks are for dave

 

respite. relax. refuge.

respite. relax. refuge.

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as I am prone and known to do, I like to lighten the load on my loafers towards the weekend… I just got off the phone with work (a brutal installation that had me working 38 hours in 3 days…ugh)… so I need to reach back and relax, take a deep breath…. relax… so. some not so serious quips from my quiver … to deliver – to you. and why a lion? I’m a leo of course if you could not tell from the braggadocio of my vernacular.

5/31/18

for sale

by the owner

no one likes the listing

no one is listening

“parts” 6.3.18

replace love

so I go to the love parts store

but there is nothing there

that I haven’t bought before

the model I owned

is no longer in stock

buried in years

universal clock

6.7.18

I am an oyster

with the pearl removed

they say the cause is an irritant

if this is true

I would like very much

to be bothered again

by you

Music!!!  what could be more fun than scatterbrain ?? ?  cmon now… !  I can’t believe how old this is but it brings back memories… they had some great tunes, dude…

Scatterbrain “Don’t Call Me Dude”

thomas leeb

thomas leeb

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His album “riddle” blew my mind some years ago… I was just thinking about it… he wrote it as a teen, the playing is insane and unique.

Thomas Leeb “Riddle” in some library, not the greatest video but listen… all the sounds are him (he uses his palm and fingers for percussion).. insane my friends ! I can not say enough about how impossible this is to play… and how inspirational it is from a guitar perspective!  He makes it look easy… but it ain’t even for him !

fallen angels.

fallen angels.

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“fallen” 6.14.18

so I know how they felt

the angels that fell

eternal cries

of pain

separated from your love

shattered

broken

cast into a dessert fire

sweltering heat

never ending sun

my skin boils

cooked to the bone

but this –

surface agony

compared to the realization

is nothing

the separation

the fall

for all eternity

Notes… I’m not religious (and hold no ire for those who are, more on that some other time as I have a bunch to unload on that topic) but you would have to admit (if you love a good story) that the bible certainly has some great writing in parts (other parts of the bible are just instructional and clearly written by clergy with a mission imo… I’m talking the sodom and gomorrah type of stuff here people!).

Specifically in this case, I love the play of free will vs. obedience to god… sort of a conundrum (if you have free will… won’t god know your choices anyway etc?), but also the fall… knowing you made the wrong choice and now you are confined to hell (figuratively) due to your own actions.  Now I am not claiming to be lucifer (the rebel leader)… more or less a lesser angel without that much pride to take on the big honcho in the sky but caught up in the moment… these are all the ingredients baking the cake in my head on this one… not sure if I conveyed it all in the poem, hey, I’m just a guy with a blog, cut me some slack jack.

Tunes… time for some blues, I got those lost woman blues, the I ruined the greatest thing I will ever know blues, I didn’t lose her – I screwed it up, so all I have now is me and my guitar.  Gary Moore “There’s a Hole”