sunday tune

saturday poem

My single star is gone, the one
I like to call mine. Instead, a thick haze
     of moonlight. Just as my mother did
when she was growing old, I sit in the darkness,
     getting used to how little I can see.

Jim Moore, from 'Disappearing in America' in Invisible Strings.

moon light

Vanessa Bruno - Moonlight from Vanessa Bruno on Vimeo.

moon walk

Cire Trudon's Odeur de Lune: a candle created by the artist Philippe Parreno imagining the metallic scent of the moon, based on NASA's reports from moon landings.

This blows my mind.

circular

1. Maurizio Mochetti, Cilindro - Due dischi di luce(1968).
2.  Matt Bryans, untitled (2008).

The Distance of th moon

My return was sweet, my home refound, but my thoughts were filled only with grief at having lost her, and my eyes gazed at the moon, forever beyond my reach, as I sought her. And I saw her. She was there where I had left her, lying on a beach directly over our heads, and she said nothing. She was the color of the Moon; she held the harp at her side and moved one hand now and then in slow arpeggios. I could distinguish the shape of her bosom, her arms, her thighs, just as I remembered them now, just as now, when the moon has become that flat, remote circle, I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

Italo Calvino, 'The Distance of the Moon,' translated by William Weaver.

Toshiko Takaezu

Toshiko Takaezu's Moon Pots

Spend your days outside. Spend your nights watching the moon.

see the moon?

On the far side of the moon there is a crater called Niepce, named after Joseph Niécephore Niépce, inventor of heliography and the oldest surviving photograph. It is a worn crater formation, ‘with rim features that have been softened and rounded by subsequent deposits of ejecta’.[7] It is a careful, patient activity, to observe the features of the moon: one must follow the border of the sun’s illumination, the thin region between darkness and light where the shadows are longest — the shadow terminator, this place is called. In Niepce, it has been observed, there is a small crater shaped like a teardrop, likely created by a low-angle impact.

Tell me again, I ask the stations — tell me again how nothing is as it seems. Show me how fine a thing it is to spend one’s time securing moments of illumination for safe-keeping. Convince me — I want to believe — that every twinkling trace, every glance of light is an inscription, a burnishing, a tiny percussion in the surface of time: a still life, memento mori, to its passage. Take me there.

 Section of the essay See the moon? The Celestial and the Circular in Photography by  Emily LaBarge. Read the essay in full over at The Photographers Gallery blog 

( J.W. Draper, The Moon, 1840. Image: London Stereoscopic Company/Getty Images)

Saturday Cartoon

by me.

Saturday Cartoon

Gravity is king and Galileo knew what was what.

found via Kottke.

Found here

I want! I want! - William Blake.
from here

Sunday Tune