sábado, 7 de setembro de 2024
Há dez anos, um aniversário muito especial, no Castelo de Chantilly
sexta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2024
Meditações - time is a constructed thing, a passing, ticking fancy
O My Pa-Pa
Our fathers have formed a poetry workshop.
They sit in a circle of disappointment over our fastballs
and wives. We thought they didn't read our stuff,
whole anthologies of poems that begin, My father never,
or those that end, and he was silent as a carp,
or those with middles which, if you think
of the right side as a sketch, look like a paunch
of beer and worry, but secretly, with flashlights
in the woods, they've read every word and noticed
that our nine happy poems have balloons and sex
and giraffes inside, but not one dad waving hello
from the top of a hill at dusk. Theirs
is the revenge school of poetry, with titles like
"My Yellow Sheet Lad" and "Given Your
Mother's Taste
for Vodka, I'm Pretty Sure You're Not Mine."
They're not trying to make the poems better
so much as sharper or louder, more like a fishhook
or electrocution, as a group
they overcome their individual senilities,
their complete distaste for language, how cloying
it is, how like tears it can be, and remember
every mention of their long hours at the office
or how tired they were when they came home,
when they were dragged through the door
by their shadows. I don't know why it's so hard
to write a simple and kind poem to my father, who worked,
not like a dog, dogs sleep most of the day in a ball
of wanting to chase something, but like a man, a man
with seven kids and a house to feed, whose absence
was his presence, his present, the Cheerios,
the PF Flyers, who taught me things about trees,
that they're the most intricate version of standing up,
who built a grandfather clock with me so I would know
that time is a constructed thing, a passing, ticking fancy.
A bomb. A bomb that'll go off soon for him, for me,
and I notice in our fathers' poems a reciprocal dwelling
on absence, that they wonder why we disappeared
as soon as we got our licenses, why we wanted
the rocket cars, as if running away from them
to kiss girls who looked like mirrors of our mothers
wasn't fast enough, and it turns out they did
start to say something, to form the words hey
or stay, but we'd turned into a door full of sun,
into the burning leave, and were gone
before it came to them that it was all right
to shout, that they should have knocked us down
with a hand on our shoulders, that they too are mystified
by the distance men need in their love.
Bob Hicok
quinta-feira, 5 de setembro de 2024
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Meditações - time as ever to be faced
Apiary viii
(For the ones
who line the corridors and sit
silent in wheelchairs
before the television with the volume off,
whose cares
are small and gray and infinite,
time as ever to be faced ...
Methuselahs the nurses wash
and dress without haste —
none needed ...
this one has drunk from the poppy-cup
and drowses in her world of dream ...
Heliotrope,
carnations, wakeful violets, and lilies in vases —
masses of flowers — wrap
the urine-and-antiseptic air in lace ...
Please wake up; it is morning;
robins whistle; the bees dance.
Isn't this other one listening
from her shell of silence,
and shouldn't she smile at the green return
and dappled light through windows?
As earth orbits the corridor
clocks are wound ...
The last hour is a song or wound ...
Except in this corridor — mother's —
where finity's brainless wind
blows ash, and ash again
blows through their cells:
So much silence, so little to say in the end.)
Carol Frost
quarta-feira, 4 de setembro de 2024
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Meditações - Time the enemy then, the enemy now
At a Certain Age
He sits beside his wife who takes the wheel.
Clutching coupons, he wanders the aisles
of Stop & Save.
There’s no place he must be,
no clock to punch.
Sure,
there are bass in the lake, a balsa model
in the garage, the par-three back nine.
But it’s not the same.
Time the enemy then, the enemy now.
As he points the remote at the screen
or pauses at the window, staring
into the neighbor’s fence but not really seeing it,
he listens to his wife in the kitchen, more amazed
than ever—how women seem to know
what to do. How, with
their cycles and timers,
their rolling boils and three-minute eggs,
they wait for something to start. Or stop.
Deborah Cummins
terça-feira, 3 de setembro de 2024
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Tempo Lunar Coordenado
Estar na Lua
O tempo anda um pouco mais rapidamente na Lua. Um grupo internacional de astrónomos junta-se aos apelos vindos de vários quadrantes para que seja dado ao satélite da Terra uma Hora Oficial, para que futuras missões espaciais possam usar um tempo coordenado comum quando estão lá.
A União Astronómica Mundial votou há dias uma resolução
encorajando as organizações espaciais existentes a colaborarem num Tempo único
para a Lua, onde um mês dura 29,5 dias terrestres.
A Lua tem menos gravidade comparado com a Terra e, por isso,
o Tempo passa lá 58,7 microssegundos mais rápido todos os dias. À medida que
cada vez mais países e empresas privadas estão empenhados em futuras missões
lunares e na perspectiva de estabelecer bases permanentes no satélite, os
astrónomos querem um sincronismo perfeito, medido por um único emissor oficial
de tempo. Actualmente, cada missão lunar usa o tempo do país que está a operar
a nave espacial.
Até agora, as actividades dos Estados Unidos na Lua estão
sob o fuso horário do centro de controlo da missão, enquanto as chinesas e as
russas usam o Tempo Coordenado da China ou da Rússia.
À medida que mais países e empresas se envolvem em
actividades lunares, algumas vezes interagindo entre si, é cada vez mais
urgente arranjar um sistema unificado tempo.
Já este ano, a Casa Branca pediu à NASA que estabeleça até
2026 um Tempo Lunar Coordenado (TLC). A Agência Espacial Europeia também
defende um tempo lunar de referência único. Resta saber se a política não irá
impedir que tal aconteça.
Um desafio para os relojoeiros? Relógios com Horas do Mundo
(24 fusos horários), com GMT (segundo fuso horário) e, no futuro, também TLC?
Meditações - The nipple that feeds the infant is an eye looking into his future
Revelation at Cap Ferrat
It’s not solely the dance
of the juggler but his spirit:
with its turkey wings, perfect thighs,
sensuous hips, large round flat eye.
This eye smiles like lips.
Watch this eye—
it’s not a donkey eye.
It’s not solely the dancer
who moves like a circus animal
as though to children’s music—no,
it’s the girl in the swing’s rhythm,
the ticking of the clock at night,
the strut of the cock, the flight
of the holy family to the remains.
The nipple that feeds
the infant is an eye looking
into his future.
It’s not even the village square
with its musicians and happy faces
that makes the difference—no,
because if it were, weddings
with violins, harps, flutes
would have settled the question:
no, it is the rising and lifting,
the failing and catching of
that unknown sense of self
before it crashes, that matters.
Clarence Major
segunda-feira, 2 de setembro de 2024
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Meditações - like water pouring over time itself
In the House of the Voice of Maria Callas
In the house of the voice of Maria Callas
We hear the baby’s cries, and the after-supper
Rattle of silverware, and three clocks ticking
To different tunes, and ripe plums
Sleeping in their chipped bowl, and traffic sounds
Dissecting the avenues outside. We hear, like water
Pouring over time itself, the pure distillate arias
Of the numerous pampered queens who have reigned,
And the working girls who have suffered
The envious knives, and the breathless brides
With their horned helmets who have fallen in love
And gone crazy or fallen in love and died
On the grand stage at their appointed moments—
Who will sing of them now?
Maria Callas is dead,
Although the full lips and the slanting eyes
And flared nostrils of her voice resurrect
Dramas we are able to imagine in this parlor
On evenings like this one, adding some color,
Adding some order.
Of whom it was said:
She could imagine almost anything and give voice to it.
Steven Orlen
domingo, 1 de setembro de 2024
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