Fresh verse on offer, for pleasure, inspired by a mathematician within a fraction of seconds. This ties very neatly with Geopoetics on a more universal scale. And later thought of Edwin Morgan, the great poet from Glasgow.
It is titled: Out of Our Space
Tell me again,
how far from our star to
So many zeros between
should we ignore
sleek speed of
93 million miles away,
or a mere 9.3×10 to the power of 7 –
we manage to
glimpse of each sunrise.
rotating moons, elliptical rides, rings, or
us and the unknown?
Reset the clock in standard form and
the right button.
Lerwick, 7 June 2016
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when that poem sounds like an anthem
Strange feelings have filled my heart since yesterday.
In the light of the spoon-fed world, I was saddened by the news of Scotland’s greatest poet the 20th century has ever met. Mr Morgan has inhabited my creative star ever since I collided with that visionary rendez-vous.
Native American wisdom reminds us all there is no death – only a change of world
Very well. Let’s celebrate the poetics of such great man. Instinctively, I read it out to a close friend as a remedy to poison. His spoken world is alive forever. The only link I need to add is my favourite space poem of his… offcourse
Such moment of glory resonates forever. Unlike any rock or metal, it will neither erode or corrode… However exposed to the sea.
in-between Glasgow and Sandwick
But then, in the midst of that unforeseen eclipse, new constellations merge in innerspace… No collision. Funny enough, I was conversing with Norrie via FB when kindred spirits met in the rain, there on tarmac of some carpark before they decided to celebrate their connection over a pint… Friday night belongs to poets who paint one world and share visions. Tonight, Kenneth White on our lips, as we celebrated the poetics of our respective shores.That talented photographer from Glasgow can be found here: Ruth ‘s constellation
How grateful to Alistair Cook I feel tonight! Kindred spirits really shine and find their way through the ever expanding world we call cosmos.
Now let us re-count shooting stars 😉
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