Imagine by Kamilah Aisha Moon

after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you 
—W. S. Merwin

A blanket of fresh snow 

makes any neighborhood idyllic. 

Dearborn Heights indistinguishable from Baldwin Hills, 

South Central even— 

until a thawing happens and residents emerge 

into the light. But it almost never snows in L.A., 

and snows often in this part of Michigan— 

a declining wonderland, a place not to stand out 

or be stranded like Renisha was. 

Imagine a blonde daughter with a busted car 

in a suburb where a brown homeowner 

(not taking any chances) 

blasts through a locked door first, 

checks things out after— 

around the clock coverage and the country beside itself 

instead of the way it is now, 

so quiet like a snowy night 

and only the grief of a brown family (again) 

around the Christmas tree, recalling 

memories of Renisha playing 

on the front porch, or catching flakes 

as they fall and disappear 

on her tongue. 

They are left to imagine 

what her life might have been. 

We are left to imagine the day 

it won’t require imagination 

to care about all of the others.

Thoughts by Walt Whitman

1. 
 
OF the visages of things—And of piercing through to the accepted hells beneath; 
Of ugliness—To me there is just as much in it as there is in beauty—And now the ugliness of human 
beings is acceptable to me; 
Of detected persons—To me, detected persons are not, in any respect, worse than undetected 
persons—and are not in any respect worse than I am myself; 
Of criminals—To me, any judge, or any juror, is equally criminal—and any reputable person is also—
and the President is also. 
 
2.
 
OF waters, forests, hills; 
Of the earth at large, whispering through medium of me; 
Of vista—Suppose some sight in arriere, through the formative chaos, presuming the growth, 
fulness, life, now attain’d on the journey; 
(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;) 
Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become supplied—And of what will yet be 
supplied, 
Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport in what will yet be supplied. 
 
3. 
 
OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like; 
To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks away from them, except as it results to their 
Bodies and Souls, 
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked; 
And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself, 
And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the rotten excrement of maggots, 
And often, to me, those men and women pass unwittingly the true realities of life, and go toward 
false realities, 
And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more, 
And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules, walking the dusk. 
 
4. 
 
OF ownership—As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them 
into himself or herself; 
Of Equality—As if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—As if it were 
not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same; 
Of Justice—As if Justice could be anything but the same ample law, expounded by natural judges and 
saviors, 
As if it might be this thing or that thing, according to decisions. 
 
5. 
 
As I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, 
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral, in mist, of a wreck at sea, 
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations, founder’d off the Northeast coast, and going 
down—Of the steamship Arctic going down, 
Of the veil’d tableau—Women gather’d together on deck, pale, heroic, waiting the moment that draws 
so close—O the moment! 
O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone, 
Sinking there, while the passionless wet flows on—And I now pondering, Are those women indeed 
gone? 
Are Souls drown’d and destroy’d so? 
Is only matter triumphant? 
 
6. 
 
OF what I write from myself—As if that were not the resumé; 
Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were not less complete than my poems; 
As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as my poems; 
As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of all the lives of heroes. 
 
7. 
 
OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness; 
As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men, 
following the lead of those who do not believe in men.
 

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Titan, Dione, and Saturn

This animation is composed of sixteen wide-angle frames captured by Cassini on July 29, 2007. The images were taken through a filter in a methane “window,” so details in Saturn’s clouds and on Titan’s surface that are usually obscured by methane haze are visible. Each image has been colorized based upon other natural-color Cassini images.
Titan transits Saturn from left to right as much smaller, brighter Dione moves from right to left at the extreme right edge of this image. Saturn’s rings are seen edge-on so are almost invisible. The rings cast broad black shadows on Saturn’s northern hemisphere. The full-size version is best viewed as a Quicktime movie (264k)

Credit: NASA / JPL / SSI / color and animation by Gordan Ugarkovic

spaceplasma:

Titan, Dione, and Saturn

This animation is composed of sixteen wide-angle frames captured by Cassini on July 29, 2007. The images were taken through a filter in a methane “window,” so details in Saturn’s clouds and on Titan’s surface that are usually obscured by methane haze are visible. Each image has been colorized based upon other natural-color Cassini images.

Titan transits Saturn from left to right as much smaller, brighter Dione moves from right to left at the extreme right edge of this image. Saturn’s rings are seen edge-on so are almost invisible. The rings cast broad black shadows on Saturn’s northern hemisphere. The full-size version is best viewed as a Quicktime movie (264k)

Credit: NASA / JPL / SSI / color and animation by Gordan Ugarkovic

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Why is Quiet “Kept”? by Paul Hoover

They are crying out in restaurants,

so delighted to be speaking,

they appear to be insane.

But we are the silent types,

who hold speech within

like the rustle of gold foil.

We eat our words and swallow hard.

There’s nothing much to say.

The knot’s in its nest, breathing.

A hand thinks it’s a bird.

The world “nows”; it doesn’t know.

The world “wows.” Then it snows.

A word arrives, silent and upright.

It stands in profile against a white wall.

It’s here for safekeeping only.

Keep quiet, mice.

A cat’s patrolling the area,

with drones and more drones.

The keys we carry unlock us every day

and lock us up again.  Hushed is the ward.

Now conjugate, please, to werd and to werld.

One of us has just conceived

the sum for infinity:  plus one, plus one, plus one.

In the cosmological phone booth,

there’s always one more.

The fishing report’s too thick to read,

but its cadence is that of a god.

Waves and ships are passing.

We can barely discern the semaphores

flashing through the fog.

And here are the ones who walk the walk and talk the talk, 

blackening the day with news, with news. 

sagansense:

sci-universe:

Once one of the biggest sources of wonder, one half of the entire planet’s natural environment, the star-filled nights are vanishing in a yellow haze. Not only has it fogged our view of the stars, it also has been linked to human health problems, environmental disruptions (e.g. the death of migrating birds) and fundamental questions about the impact of a disappearing night sky on the intellectual and spiritual curiosity of future generations.

"No wonder ancient peoples shared a culture of sky lore, whereas modern peoples, who know nothing of the night sky, instead share a culture of evening TV."  — Neil deGrasse Tyson

These images above by Todd Carlson and Jeremy Stanley really show what we are missing every single night while living in a city.

Light pollution is a serious problem.

Learn more about light pollution HERE.

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OWL CITY - Vanilla Twilight

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Song for Future Books by Joanna Fuhrman

The book is made of glass and I look

through it and see more books.

Many glass books.

Is someone speaking?

A muffled voice is telling me

to make soup which I think

means I am loved.

What other kind of cup

fills itself?

Can there be a cup of cup?

A cup of itself?

Outside a black squirrel has wiggled

to the end

of a very skinny branch.

When the squirrel breathes

the whole tree shakes,

as if the squirrel were the soul

of the tree.

Have you ever felt like

such a tree?

Not sayin’

I have.

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spaceplasma:

Spiral galaxy ESO 137-001

This Hubble image shows ESO 137-001, a galaxy located in the southern constellation of Triangulum Australe (The Southern Triangle) — a delicate and beautiful spiral galaxy, but with a secret. The image not only captures the galaxy and its backdrop in stunning detail, but also something more dramatic — intense blue streaks streaming outwards from the galaxy, seen shining brightly in ultraviolet light.
These streaks are actually hot young stars, encased in wispy streams of gas that are being torn away from the galaxy by its surroundings as it moves through space. This violent galactic disrobing is due to a process known as ram pressure stripping — a drag force felt by an object moving through a fluid . The fluid in question here is superheated gas, which lurks at the centres of galaxy clusters.
This image combines NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope observations with data from the Chandra X-ray Observatory.

Credit: NASA, ESA, CXC

spaceplasma:

Spiral galaxy ESO 137-001

This Hubble image shows ESO 137-001, a galaxy located in the southern constellation of Triangulum Australe (The Southern Triangle) — a delicate and beautiful spiral galaxy, but with a secret. The image not only captures the galaxy and its backdrop in stunning detail, but also something more dramatic — intense blue streaks streaming outwards from the galaxy, seen shining brightly in ultraviolet light.

These streaks are actually hot young stars, encased in wispy streams of gas that are being torn away from the galaxy by its surroundings as it moves through space. This violent galactic disrobing is due to a process known as ram pressure stripping — a drag force felt by an object moving through a fluid . The fluid in question here is superheated gas, which lurks at the centres of galaxy clusters.

This image combines NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope observations with data from the Chandra X-ray Observatory.

Credit: NASA, ESA, CXC

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