NEW ASTROPOEMS AT TARGOVISTE ASTRO-FEST 2023 (7)
By Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
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SPECIAL ASTROPOETRY MOMENTS
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For this episode I chose (and translated into English) three special forms of astropoetic expression from the festival.
-Teacher Ioan Adam, founding president of the Sirius Astronomical Association, launched in Targoviste the last issue of the magazine he founded in 1999, Pasi spre Infinit / Steps towards Infinity (the longest-running printed astronomy magazine in Romania), in which he was a permanent promoter of cosmopoetry. In this issue I found an astropoetic medallion of his former student (now a teacher too), Mariana Popa, from which I chose a work.
-A graduate of the International Space University in Strasbourg, president of the Astrophilately Commission of the Romanian Philately Society and winner of the World Space Week Poster 2015 Competition, Alec Bartos, read three astropoems at the festival, from which I selected one (and translated it into English).
-The third chosen work was, in fact, a one man show of mine that started from an apparently contradictory situation, which I will describe in due course.
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OUR ISLAND IN THE UNIVERSE
By Mariana Popa
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At the edge of the horizon,
among the existential satellites,
a space probe hovers,
somewhere among stray variables,
pulsating light towards their sisters.
A gigantic, yellow Cepheid
is measured with the Sun,
but does not want to spoil
its relationship with him
and is looking for
another quantification beyond
our “island in the universe”.
Their flight seems to draw
stained glass windows
and their lit chandeliers fascinate
the labyrinth of our mind,
then they get lost
on the shores of the vortex,
bathing in the colors
of the aurora borealis.
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BLACK HOLE
By Alec Bartos
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Black hole!
You sucked my soul and self
And you left me in the horizon of events
Empty as my big mother Bang left me.
I gave you all the rings
From all the Saturns
But they were all drawn by their gravities.
Only I was left alone
Without an orbit.
But no - it's nothing -
I'll find a Supernova,
I'll quietly wait for it to explode
As long as it takes.
It will expel me
At first gently
And then faster and faster
To the limit of the Universe.
The known one.
And maybe then I'll end up in your universe again
And I won't tremble like an electron
Without an atom.
We'll be us again
You my dear planet
Me your satellite in orbit (elliptical that's right)
But stuck willingly
All the time
Face to face towards you.
I'm waiting.
Black hole.
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METEORITES FALLING ON THE MOON
(one man show)
By Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
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Astronaut (narrates):
When I was on the Moon
for the first time,
I was in a very good mood.
Meteorites fell in bursts
in every sea and in every valley
and they didn't seem
like xenophobic shouts
or abstract scrums,
but even shows
with beats of drums,
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(Then he launches into a percussion solo, we don't know how realistic or how imaginary compared to what he lived on the Moon because... on the one hand, due to the lack of a consistent atmosphere, no sounds can be heard on the Moon, and on the other part, a massive fall of meteorites - which for the same reason cannot pass through the meteor phase - causes vibrations and can “make the Moon hum” ... after which the astronaut begins to sing a hard rock song.)
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Meteorites fly,
falling from the sky.
Nebulas cry…!
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#poetry