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.

friday cartoon

Galactic Center of Milky Way Rises over Texas Star Party from William Castleman on Vimeo.

«Milky Way» (1989-1990) by Peter Doig, found via Mari Valen Hoihjelle (i LOVE this womans blog)

the impulse to understand the immense

A large square is marked with black paint on the gallery floor. The edge pointing true north is curved, and acts as the horizon. Placed on this surface are small limestone and quartz rocks collected from the Keewinaw Peninsula in Upper Michigan, in an arrangement that reflects the stars above San Francisco at first visibility on the night of the reception. This reflecting pool serves as a record of one moment in our trajectory through the universe.

Claire Nereim, Reflection. As on view at PLAySPACE.
(found via evencleveland)

found here

stones and stars

"On his first day, Mr. Piailug took stones from the garden and made a map of the stars on the ground, Mr. Thompson said. Slowly, he learned to pay attention to ocean currents and read the weather from the color of the light at dawn."

Laura Parker, "A Hawaiian Canoe Crosses the Ocean, Guided by Sun and Stars."

(Found here)

Libra

This week, you’re maybe going to feel a little fragile, like you’re soft, like you’re bending, like you’re barely even solid, like one hard word could crack you right in half. Don’t try to make yourself unbreakable, don’t try to replace your softness with stone or steel. Just do what helps you live, do what helps you get through the day, do whatever you can to remember how good it is to spend your days in very small ways, sometimes. Listen to songs in other languages, listen to songs without words.

--  Madame Clairevoyant

Libra

Just for now, just for this week, forget all your maps and forget all your plans and forget every detailed drawing you’ve made of the future, forget the picture of the life you’re supposed to have. It’s not about throwing yourself into chaos, it’s not about getting rid of your plans for good, just that this is a week for softness, it’s a week for feeling sweet and hazy, it’s a week for unwinding, a little, for loosening up the parts of you that are too stressed, too serious, to look at the mountains or watch the sky or go to the movies in the afternoon.

-- Madame Clairevoyant 
 "I am not a real astrologer or a real writer, and so it’s strange and great that people actually read these..."

It is exactly why I read these!! I'm living by this one this week.

Erich Buchwald-Zinnwald