Wednesday, August 24, 2011

World-Muse WEDNESDAY-A MESSAGE TO THE FUTURE




August 24th 2011
"World Muse"
Thumbnail for version as of 22:09, 26 November 2009


Wherever in the world, or off-world, into, and beyond our stratosphere, my attention is drawn, it's from there I'll post here.


"In 1977, NASA Launched Voyager 2. They timed the launch to coincide with a rare planetary alignment that allowed the craft to make use of each planet's gravity to boost it on its way. The original purpose of the mission was to explore Jupiter and Saturn; it's since passed Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto, and is now considered an "interstellar mission" because it still has enough velocity to leave the solar system. It's currently flying through the heliopause: the area where the solar wind is opposed by hydrogen and helium gases from interstellar space, forming a kind of bubble around the solar system. Scientists believe it will be able to continue sending back signals until at least 2025."


"Both Voyager 1 and 2 also carry golden records,
with pictographic instructions on how to play them.
The records contain sounds, images, and welcome messages from Earth, as well as a map to our location."


"Carl Sagan chaired the committee that decided what should go on the record. He said:
The spacecraft will be encountered and the record played only if there are advanced space-faring
civilizations in interstellar space. But the launching of this 'bottle' into the cosmic 'ocean' says something very hopeful about life on this planet."
"President Jimmy Carter included his own message on the record:
This is a present from a small, distant world, a token of our sounds, our science, our images our music, our thoughts and our feelings.  We are attempting to survive our time
so we may live into yours."

from The Writers Almanac
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WHAT ONE THING WILL YOU SEND?
(*if there is a future) 
Perhaps I'll send a copy of "In The Next Galaxy"
by Ruth Stone printed tiny on a golden rolled scroll-
"In the Next Galaxy
Things will be different.
No one will lose their sight,
their hearing, their gallbladder.
It will be all Catskills with brand

new wrap-around verandas.
The idea of Hitler will not have vibrated yet.
While back here,
they are still cleaning out
pockets of wrinkled
Nazis hiding in Argentina.
But in the next galaxy,

certain planets will have true
blue skies and drinking water."


Maybe my prose poem in response it-
"There will be no more feral thugs lurking round each dark corner to perfect their hopeless craft.  Nor lack of care for any other than themselves, grown weary of blood sacrifice that never really satisfied. Where clean, clear water runs deep enough for dream, desire, men, women, children, and all the beasts of burden joining ones in flight to fill the air with songs of sweet delight the whole long day. A verdant canopy spread above will shelter every living thing in shades of comforting and ease. Grain will feed each single need. No thing will be slaved, oppressed, pressing in for succor at the table. There will be much to do of course. We will never be bored, nor boring. Stars and thoughts will be enough. Touch will nourish. Our restlessness will not be necessary when we walk the cherished woods and fields.  Death will lie down as easy as sleep in my next galaxy, where there will be no nagging ache of constant longing."
 
Maybe I'll just send my "caravan of clouds" 
to illustrate the way they looked to us down here
when we remembered to look up-

Because it's good to leave them laughing they say,
I might settle on Monty Python's "Galaxy Song"
to show we had a wickedly imaginative sense of humor down here once upon a time, and leave it at that-

Friends, readers dear, I hope you post a response to the question if you're so moved. I wonder if Jude will send a "Magic Feather", Deanna, a basket or quilt, Nancy a found thing that makes a heart shadow? What a variety of treasures each unique person has to offer!

Footnote
Late last night, Wendy and I were emailing about one of her paintings, then later about the quake  
in Arizona
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Yesterday afternoon, If I felt the quakes, it was in a dream since I took a nap 1-3PM--missed it.  I slept through 9/ll too, sort of, waking a few short minutes after the second plane hit I had a strange feeling that made me turn on the radio, then TV just in time to see the towers fall.  But no more tremors here today.  It stayed quiet long enough for me to have 'one more' yoga class.
A new sign at the bus stop on the corner.  We are always on the alert now, and what could we really do but cover our heads and say farewell.

Returned home slowly-stopped to circle the church garden I maintain. I harvested Lavender last week there--then, floating on the evening breeze,
"skipping over the ocean like a stone" I arrived back here at the computer Just in time to add this note.

'Leave 'Em Laughing'
"BACK OF THE SUN AND WAY DOWN DEEP UNDER OUR FEET, AT THE EARTH'S CENTER,
ARE NOT A COUPLE OF NOBLE MYSTERIES
BUT A COUPLE OF JOKE BOOKS."
-Tennessee Williams-

NO
Let's End Beautifully
"Robert Moran’s Trinity Requiem
Trinity commissioned the Denver-born composer to write a piece for their youth chorus commemorating 9/11. The result, which will be released September 6th,
is a lush work for voice, organ, harp, and cello. 
The track Here is actually two offerings!


5 comments:

Nancy said...

Oh Michelle- Your posts always include so much hearty fare like a good old fashion meat and potatoes meal with family and friends. Where you sit around the table long after the eating is done and the young kids have run off to play with cousins. But the adults and older teens sit and talk and laugh and share stories, which builds more stories and creates memories for a lifetime.
So, first your NASA story bumped into my Dream Rocket story and I thought of how that project hopes to include so many people, who all are expressing their hopes and dreams and their unique way of being in this world. You can find them here:
http://www.thedreamrocket.com/

And then the prose of Ruth Stone, whose words "cleaning out
pockets of wrinkled
Nazis hiding ..." touches me and makes me hope, hope for that next galaxy. And that I've been thinking how a visit to The Museum of Tolerance is due again. You can find them here:
http://www.museumoftolerance.com/site/c.tmL6KfNVLtH/b.4865925/k.83A7/Whats_Happening_at_the_MOT.htm

And then I get to your prose which stops me cold in the way you turn a phrase and create an image in my head that is dancing full of bright blue and calmness.

And then the clouds float in reminding people to look up and I think of this children's book filled with imagination and caring for one another and altruistic creativity. You can find it here:
http://www.amazon.com/C-L-U-D-S-Pat-Cummings/dp/0688046827/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1314171737&sr=8-1

PHEW...
But then I get to the request to comment, which I obviously can't resist!
When I come across my own name, my own heart swells in recognition.
A few more nibbles of the food still on the table and then the delicious dessert of Robert Moran's Trinity Requiem.

Thank you for a wonderful visit. You are a talented hostess!
PS My 'one thing' may be longer than your whole hearty post!!! :)

jude said...

a wonderful post and what will we leave? what did we feel? i like how you draw me nearer to the screen and than have me sit back with your changing font sizes. you have me rocking.

Ms. ∆×∆p×≥h/4π said...

Hey Nancy- If mine is the meat and potatoes, yours is the encore, and desert! Thanks for all that appreciation. I will investigate your two recommends as soon as my head clears of the fuzzy remnants of yesterday's earth trembling, and this mornings news from the wide wide world.

Hey Jude- EmPhaSis on the differing size of WHAT'S IMPORTANT and what's a minor consideration, or a whisper cant be as disturbing as the tremble of the earth. Thanks for rocking along with the message. But what did "you" feel? And what will "you" send? A feather quilt? A clear day? Friendship? Selected DNA?
Rock on!

Ms. ∆×∆p×≥h/4π said...

Hey Jude #2-I should have read the blogs first before going here. What you feel, and what you will leave, and how you go on evolving past the shiver of earth is all on your beautiful post today-http://spiritcloth.typepad.com/spirit_cloth/2011/08/walnut-wednesday-and-the-sense-of-something-larger.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SpiritCloth+%28Spirit+Cloth%29-

deanna7trees said...

we leave something in every minute of every day of our lives without thinking about it. maybe we need to think about it more. maybe that's what the message was yesterday when the earth shook. if i had to pick one thing...i would leave a smile woven into some threads from nature.