Star Struck

Notes & Scales - More Circles - Veils - Ra - Cosmic Writ

 

Notes and Scales

 

A cave man bangs out a harmony

With a dry femur against two bearskin drums

Singing of the stars and moon

 

Chu-I teaches his students, in absentia.

All they see are his footprints

Leading upward into the snowy hills,

Pine boughs almost buckling beneath the weight

 

Aristarchus looks up into the Greek sky

Wondering if that really could be Diana with her bow

Or Andromeda on a rock.

 

The astronomer adjusts an angle on one of the 115-tonne antennas

and peers into the centre of the Milky Way, 

past the anarchy of swirling suns.

He wonders if what lies in the middle of it all is in fact

a supermassive black hole. 

He shudders to think that this is only one

of hundreds of billions of galaxies. 

He shivers in his lab coat,

though the room is warm in the ALMA Observatory

five kilometres above the Atacama Desert.

 

Along thin, brief lines of human time

we connect the dots.

Phantom Landscape III , by Yang Yongliang, 2007-8, in the British Museum (clipped photo by RYC)

Phantom Landscape III, by Yang Yongliang, 2007-8, in the British Museum (clipped photo by RYC)

 

More Circles

We exist at the centre of many points:

self, family, society, world, solar system, galaxy;

points that can become circles or not.

If we want, we can insist on our own point,

telling partners and friends what is what;

telling dissenters, rednecks, communists, greens, gays, 

religions, countries, entire cultures to get in line.

Or we can refuse to tell others to get in line,

refuse to draw a line between us and them,

refuse to draw lines in the sand,

or toe the line.

We can refuse to draw any lines at all.

We can circumvent lines altogether by drawing circles,

outward from the self

beyond sex and colour

beyond colour and politics

beyond national will   wider     and       wider

circles beyond our water supply and factories

beyond our GDP and national interest

beyond even our deepest allegiances

to friends, family, religion, language, culture

circles beyond our own definitions

circles, endless circles

round as the turning world.

 

The Veiled Virgin , Giovanni Strazza, 1856. From https://strm.pl/g/HistoriaSztuki

The Veiled Virgin, Giovanni Strazza, 1856. From https://strm.pl/g/HistoriaSztuki

Veils

 

I’ve spent my life looking through veils:

childhood veils of ego and hunger

adolescent veils of anger and lust

veils of Heaven and Hell

and Guru Dev mysticism

and ambition

being and nothingness

politics and rage

my own unending needs

and creeds

and everlasting hypocrisies.

 

I wonder, How many more veils will I look through

until I see my self for what it is:

a dot

drifting in immensity?

 

The Sufis say there are seventy-seven thousand veils

which the Christians boil down to seven

deadly sins, the chief among these

the first and the last: pride

(I understand it all)

the final

veil

.

 

Ra

 

You who are always beyond our reach,

You who are sixty times sixty times sixty leagues from the earth,

Yet still we cannot look you in the eye.

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You who are the origin of all life,

Who created man from the compassion of your tears.

Why look further for an image of God

Than this perfect circle of blinding light

Wrapping the world in Its spinning flight?

 

Cosmic Writ

 

At death, the English words

That rolled through your brain and off your lips

Will cease even at their point of origin, and in time

The neurons which held these lofty sentiments

Science, Truth, Art

Will flow like dirty worms beyond the hollowed skull.

Alas, poor Yorick* will remain as inky lines or bits of code

But will not penetrate the sod or human clay,

Nor yet as muffled plaint beneath the grave.

 

And all our differences won’t make a difference

What with all the tomorrows that we won't see hereafter.*

Language, culture, music, words, indeed, are weak.*

Belief itself — Pascal’s to bet or not to bet — *

Mean nothing to the giant rocks that drift and spin

Like a billion circus tops on fire,

At hundreds of kilometres a second toward the Norma Cluster,

Toward the mysterious anomaly,

Ominously called the Great Attractor. *

 

If ever our Phoebus arrives within a hundred light year’s sight

Of that Charybdis and Scylla waiting in the stars,

What cities will we have constructed by then?

What gravitronic mechanisms to reverse galactic pull and cluster fuck?

What ancient pluck will lift us from our gopher tunnels to become as ants?

When black and red, as aliens meet beyond our sun,

What worlds of light and air will we have then to make him run?*

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* Alas, poor YorickLooking at the skull of his beloved jester, Hamlet says, Alas, poor Yorick! [...] Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? (Hamlet 5.1).

all the tomorrows that we won't see hereafter: Having destroyed all meaning in his life, Macbeth says, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day / To the last syllable of recorded time. Life becomes an absurd drama full of sound and fury, signifying nothing (Macbeth 5.5).

music, words, indeed, are weak: In stanza 52 of Adonais(1821), Shelley writes that all human expressions, including words and music, are weak / the glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.

to bet or not to bet: Pascal argues that we have nothing to lose and everything to gain by believing in (or betting on) God; In Shakespeare's play, Hamlet wonders if he should kill himself in his famous speech, "To be or not to be." For my take on Pascal’s bet, see Gospel & Universe: The Cosmic Casino.

to make him run?: In "To His Coy Mistress" (c.1650), Andrew Marvell suggests that the act of love might allow us to control time: Let us tear our pleasures through rough strife / Through the iron gates of life. / Thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still / Yet we will make him run. 

The Great Attractor is "an apparent gravitational anomaly in intergalactic space at the center of the local Laniakea Supercluster [of galaxies], in which the Milky Way is located" (Wikipedia). The Great Attractor lies near the centre of the Norma Supercluster of galaxies, toward which our local group of galaxies are moving; the Norma Supercluster in turn seems to be moving toward the Shapley Supercluster. 

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