Posts Tagged ‘stars’

Something weird happens to the Moon. 

Journey with us now, to the far-out future of the year …
1997, AD.
The Place: Goddard Station, Sea of Tranquility, Luna.
A war-weary Commander Roman keeps an eye trained on the transmissions from the Soviet moon base, New Trotsky-grad.
Commander Roman’s counterpart, Comrade Lieutenant Werganovicz casts her suspicious gaze over to The Qiuyue Revolution Heroic People’s Ascension To The Heavens, also known as the Red Chinese Lunar Base.
Tsu Ming-Irene stares intently at a small monitor and counts the blips and beeps that will tell her what the Yankees are up to in their illegal occupation on the Moon.
The three of them are so intent on their observations of the others that they completely fail to notice the fact that the Earth, usually seen hanging low to the horizon, has vanished. They also don’t notice that the sun’s gone missing as well; even the stars themselves seem to have made themselves scarce.
When Comrade Lieutenant Werganovicz finally looks up from her graphs and tables, she lets out a startled yelp.
The sky above the Moon has become a vast gray wall. Where the blue-green Earth should be is a purple-ish ringed gas giant with its own system of moons. Where the yellow sun should be, a blue super-giant pours its hard white radiance over all.

 

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

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So, today we recorded a scratch track for “Columbus”, which is now called “The Ghosts of Lincoln Towers”, by popular request. I was joking with Rob about how I need to start writing stuff that doesn’t have anything to do with me, because I was shaking after I sang it. Weird, huh? Anyway, this one is new/old, whatever, and it should be pretty self explanatory. I’m sure it’s the kind of thing that happens to everyone.

Stargazer

We took our reverse honeymoon Jamaica Queens New York City
Two separate flights out of bmi
Don’t cry 
In public 
This is goodbye

And while all the constellations kept their silence
Her friends and relations told her
“you’re better off without all his complications, drama and weird science”

I still take my coffee black at 3 am
Making charts and crunching the numbers
Practicing Stellar cartography is everything it’s said to be

And while all the constellations make their yearly rounds
She took my whole world and left me with telescopes and coffee grounds

They took the stars and put them in your eyes till you can’t see 
What you’ve done to me 
The Arabs had a number for 
What we couldn’t be
Is the certainty I was looking for
So I’ll look to the skies

Clothes litter the bed and books are spread 
Dog eared pages on the night stand
Crack the spine 
Scribble some notes in the margins
Debating with hive mind

While all the constellations never change
Her friends and relations tell her
“I always knew he was just too damn strange” 

I can plot the movement of the stars
Ten thousand years out 
But I can’t guess 
Where she is tonight 
I crave the clockwork 
I crave the tick tick tick tick tick
Predictability of the kraftwerk

While all the constellations move in their measured steps 
There’s a moving target
With nothing
Left

They took the stars and put them in your eyes till you can’t see 
What you’ve done to me 
The Arabs had a number for 
What we couldn’t be
Is the certainty I was looking for
So I’ll look to the skies

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.

Constellations

Posted: January 17, 2011 in poetry
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>I can’t sleep dammit.

Constellations

The constellations keep to their steady courses
They roll around
while I can’t close my eyes
I think of clockwork gears measuring out the night
Giant wheels, both brass massive
and yet as transient as thought
Shh. Don’t you hear that?
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
I think I can feel time
It’s grainy, like sandpaper
Each second is separate, individual
Discrete
String the seconds together one after another
They are a stop-motion animation
A movie based on 4am
It tries to be a lullaby but fails
A song to keep baby from sleeping:
Stay.
Awake.
Stay.
Awake.
Feel the minutes clank and clunk along, like Ray Harryhausen monsters chasing Sinbad
Or;
The seconds are like a rasp
Grinding, chipping away
Feel them whittling you down small
Nearsighted
Grey
Achy and feeble
Leaving you alone in the darkness
No, not quite alone:
The things you forgot to do
Decisions you’ve made that could’ve gone another way
All that you’ve left undone, unsaid
Each second, they pile up and up and up
You look at your younger self
And he thinks “what’s the rush?”
And he thinks “I’ve got so much trouble”
And he thinks “no way can it get harder than this”
Welllll…
The constellations keep to their steady courses
They roll around
While I can’t close my eyes
They roll around
While I can’t close my eyes

An appropriate soundtrack for this could be Requiem, by King Crimson.

words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.