(meteorobs) METEOR CONTEMPORARY POETRY PROJECT (9)

Valentin Grigore vali_sarm at yahoo.com
Thu Jun 21 15:45:35 EDT 2007


METEOR CONTEMPORARY POETRY PROJECT (9)  

In this issue: 
I. PLANETARIUM METEORS 
II. HUMOUR (1) 
III. METEOR POEMS 
IV. HUMOUR (2) 

Previous issues: 
-Leonid 2002 Poetry - prologue, December 2002 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1088 
-MCPP (1), June 2003 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1177 
-MCPP (2), December 2003 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1321 
-MCPP (3), June 2004 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1392 
-The Song of the IMC - a September 2004 supplement 
by Jeremie Vaubaillon 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1455 
-MCPP (4), December 2004 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1507 
-MCPP (5), June 2005 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1573 
-MCPP (6), December 2005 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1649 
-MCPP (7), June 2006 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1701 
-MCPP (8), December 2006 
http://tech.groups.yahoo.com/group/imo-news/message/1785


The next issue, for which we wait for submissions,
will appear at the winter solstice 2007. 

- Coordinators: Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
(adgsarm at gmail.com), 
Alastair McBeath (meteor at popastro.com), 
Valentin Grigore (vali_sarm at yahoo.com) - 


"In the end, meteor observing is a human art, a human
activity, and if there is any expression that can make
people stop for a second and think about that, that is
very valuable because it makes meteor observing more a
part of every day life and of the general human
experience." 
-Peter Jenniskens (Holland / U.S.A.), 
extract from an interview at IMC 1998, Stara Lesna- 

I. PLANETARIUM METEORS 
A STORY AT THE GATE OF THE SKY 
-by Alina Istrate (Romania)- 

I visited a planetarium 
where I was hoaxed 
by that artificial sky... 
and even by an artificial fireball. 
I could swear it all was true! 

Space will always remain 
one of the people's dreams, 
I don't understand why, 
I just feel it... 

PRESUMPTION 
-by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe (Romania)- 

I think that a fireball 
simulated in a planetarium 
is like a robot 
wishing to be a man, 

or rather like a firework 
wishing to be a real star. 

II. HUMOUR (1): 
FROM AN INTERVIEW AT IMC 1998, STARA LESNA 

Andrei Dorian Gheorghe (Romania): 
What are your plans for future? 

Shelagh Godwin (U.K.): 
To observe more meteors. 

Jim Godwin (U.K.): 
To support my wife to observe more meteors. 

III. METEOR POEMS 

"Although it was the Quadrantid 2003 maximum night, 
the real heroes were two sporadic meteors 
that made us exult." 
-Valentin Grigore (Romania)- 

LAST ROUNDUP 
-by Steve Sneyd (U.K.)- 

last roundup dreg sparks 
from Big Cold been fired back shoot 
through our times glue in 
transit going to bootstrap 
Big Bang's dark energy's game 

THREE VISIONS OF METEORS 
-by Dominic Diamant (Romania)- 

1. Quintessence 

Through the Universe, 
sometimes I am hit by the perfume 
of the falling stars burning, 
and at other times 
the human quintessence 
provokes in me 
a divine rustling. 

2. Quadrantids 

hibernal hour 
naiads bathing in the sky 
I try to measure 

3. From A Falling Star 

>From a falling star, 
a minuscule diamond 
took shape. 

>From a pale twilight, 
amazed and moved, 
I contemplate the miracle. 

HAMLET 
-by Boris Marian (Romania)- 

* 
To be or not to be... 
a meteor. 

A starry wanderer 
with a vast experience 
on the edge of the Galaxy: 
"I become older" - He says. 

A poor starry poet 
from flesh and blood, 
and a little from fire. 

* 
To be or not to be... 
a meteor. 

We all love an unforgettable face, 
carrying it in a wallet, 
but we don't know where 
the wallet is, so 
certainly we lost it 
on a planet which disappeared 
a long time ago. 

* 
To be or not to be... 
a meteor. 

Every twilight a teacher asks himself, 
when the sky becomes red 
and unseen stars pass in a hurry. 

To be or not to be... 
a meteor. 

We launched space rockets 
to celestial oceans, 
but children noisily play, 
the lift is defective, 
MacBeth is not dead,  
a neighbor is barbarian, 
and I don’t worry.  

To be or not to be, 
I believe like Heraclites 
under the meteor glory. 

LYRID MEMORIES (I) 
-by Dan Mitrut (Romania)- 

The twilight spirit, with trembling eyelashes, has
melted the fragile sickle of the Moon and the golden
rivet of Venus. 
I carry the banal stress of the town and the quotidian
agitation in my bones. 
I need redemption. 
The Lion climbs the zenith. 
Arcturus detaches from the northeast. 
My heartbeats regulate. 
Now I can calculate the sky's transparency. 
A sporadic meteor just makes me repeat the count of
the stars. 

METEOR IMAGES FROM MY POEMS 
COMPOSED IN COMMUNIST POLITICAL PRISONS (7) 
1962, BOTOSANI. (LATE ECHO) 
-by Constantin Dumitrescu-Cunctator (Romania)- 

Sacrificed youth mysteriously flying, 
Becoming cinders from the sky embers, 
Nothingness of roving smoke 
Eternally surrounded by forgetfulness. 

LYRID MEMORIES (II) 
-by Dan Mitrut (Romania)- 

Click: 23.07. A Lyrid of 1.5 magnitude. Click. 

An aroma of buds and moist earth. 
Maybe it comes from the constellations. 
What is the colour of the sky? 
Is it important? Better do something for money. 
Do not lose your time. 
Today money makes the colour of the sky. 

Click: 00.24. A Lyrid of 0 magnitude. Click. 

What is the colour of the sky? 
It is not important. Leave these childish questions. 
But I hear, see and finger the colour of the sky. 
And I am happy. 
Trees bud and blossom, and they don't need money. 
They just live the colour of the sky, and their arms
touch the Milky Way. 
And people, tired, will leave the Earth, covered only
by the 
colour of the sky. 

Corona Borealis. What a wonder! 
The canopy of heaven teaches the same lesson because
the wonders do not call out in their galactic passing.


Click: 02.54. End of observations. Click. 

SPARKLING MATTER 
-by Adrian Sima (Romania)- 

thoughts of the good arrive 
from a long distance 

sparkling matter hardly orbiting 
and asking us 
about the crossing 
through the country 
of the icy feelings 

ON LIFE'S TRAJECTORY 
-by Arnold Leiweber (1920-2006, Romania)- 

On life's trajectory, 
We are meteors- 
Voyagers travelling on Terra. 

On life's trajectory, 
Man... 
What an incandescent porch! 
A strange soul burning just as a torch. 

2003 JUNE 27/28. A NIGHT OF BOOTIDS 
-by Alina Istrate (Romania)- 

I suggest you drink good coffee 
before reading this message, 
or not read it, 
because I'm afraid I could write a novel... 

It was my last vacation night at the Black Sea, 
there were a lot of variables in choosing 
a place for observations, 
and at about 22.00 I decided to go 
(with a sky map and a binocular) 
near the Tekirghiol lake, 
where I installed myself on a stone. 
A clear sky, a quiet place, 
and all was too nice to be true. 
I knew that under special conditions 
the brain comports differently, 
giving birth to hallucinations, 
and I think I heard some mysterious noises... 

So I changed my place, 
climbing a staircase to a sanatorium. 
At first I looked at Arcturus, 
but down, some people drank something, 
"Turn off the light" I shouted, 
all of them were terribly amazed, 
thinking I am an extraterrestrial girl... 
on the other hand, a policeman thought 
I wanted to commit suicide, 
he climbed up to me and verified my sky map, 
my notebook and my binocular, 
remembering he had learned 
some astronomy in the past, 
after that he left me alone to watch 
Bootes, Corona Borealis, Lyra and Bootes again, 
waiting for the Bootid show, 
but nothing, only a sporadic meteor at 12.07, 
otherwise only airplanes and artificial satellites, 
anyway a superb Milky Way, 
and I found M4 in Scorpius, 
M6, M7, M24 and M25 in Sagittarius, 
finally the cold banished me, 
I screamed to be helped to come down, 
the same policeman came to me again 
(you know the classical image 
with the cat in the tree and the firemen)... 
and I ran to my room 
where I slept like an angel. 

HAIKU 
-by Iulian Olaru (Romania)- 

if we would look 
at the shouts 
of the meteors... 

CHILDHOOD 
-by Danut Ionescu (Romania / New Zealand)- 

I remember those summer nights 
in my native town of Braila 
when I watched the sky 
from a cement platform 
because an old lady had told me 
it was the time for shooting stars. 
We joyously counted them 
and later I found they were the Perseids... 

I DON'T WANT TO BE A STAR 
-by Marius Din (Romania)- 

I often confess to the night 
 
Once a meteor lighted it 
passing in a hurry, innocent- 
a resolute meteor 
that had to carry a confused corpuscle 

I looked after it a lot 
and now I ask myself 
if I am dead, or still alive... 

DREAM OF PERSEIDS 
-by Alin Tolea (Romania / U.S.A.)- 

What a longing for stars! 
It fells me... 
And dust in my hair... 
And sacred tears... 
Humble, 
I dedicate myself to the skies. 
Be merciful, you, 
photographer of the Universe!

ASTRAL BELTS 
-by Cristina Slovineanu (Romania)- 

Astral belts, 
proud spheres 
sink in peaceful 
veils of honey 
and smile in thermic-ephemeral 
jumps... 

SARM PERSEID CAMP MEMORY 
-by Paul Boboc (Romania)- 

It's not easy to forget 
the youthful years, 
because every night you see 
stars shining around you 
and calling you to 
contemplation and dreaminess. 

I often remember those times 
when, at Perseid camps, 
we all shouted "Look!" 
and the agitation and joy 
to observe meteors 
was like an amusing game... 

GAMBLE 
-by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe (Romania)- 

It is not too pleasant 
to be a meteoroid 
wanting to become a shining meteor 
and awaiting a planetary atmosphere. 

Here it comes again. 
What a damned gamble! 
Will I be lucky 
this time? 

(Note: The author performed a longer variant of this
poem during the Astroshow of the International Meteor
Conference in Bareges, France, June 7-10.) 

PERSEIDS 
-acrostic by Zigmund Tauberg (Romania)- 

Pleasant rains of light, 
Ethereal yearly eruptions, 
Racers that ephemerally play, 
Sparks that burn in the night sky... 
Each of them is wonderful, 
Idyllic, great, full of longing, 
Dignified, respectable, admirable... 
Spontaneous, living shows until the morning. 

METEOR IMAGE 
-by Doina Antonie (Romania)- 

My God, 
make the light 
of a falling star 
rolling from Your palm 
hit the eyelids 
of he who doesn't see... 

THEY DROWNED IN THE MILKY WAY 
-by Nimal Dunuhinga (Sri Lanka)- 

What a glorious morning! 
If one blind can see the daybreak 
and one deaf hear the prayers. 
Where one dumb sings the saddest song 
and one lame walks to the world's end. 
Under the haughty sun and drowsy moon 
these innocents were uprooted. 
If the rainbow guides them to the hidden heaven
 
One day they can dance with the twinkling stars 
and streak with meteors in the mysterious dark sky. 

HAIKU 
-by Michaela Al. Orescu (Romania)- 

stormy fireball 
breaking the atmosphere 
with a strange noise 

FLYING BEING 
-by Emanuela Ignatoiu-Sora- 

the beams looking back 
and I chained to the neck of 
a meteor-flying being 
with my thoughts lost into a nebula 
like a fluid story 

ORIONIDS 
-by Ion(ut) Moraru (Romania)- 

Orion paints the night sky 
and lightens the people 
with his small shots. 

DISCOVERY 
-by Costin Oproiu (Romania)- 

it was before the morning, an unusual hour, 
we walked together like two romantics, 
she said she loves me for I am so different, 
I wanted to be kind, to impress her, 
so I showed her the sky, 
looking for some guiding marks, 
but it seemed that nothing was like I knew, 
not even the Great Chariot, not even Polaris, 
Vega should be up there but it wasn't, 
it's ridiculous, I thought, 
however that red globe with a halo 
should not replace the Pleiades 
(I had drunk only one glass of wine before), 
that giant nebula, that fabulous comet, 
that unexpected meteor shower, 
a strange Milky Way above, 
it was another sky, totally different, 
of another galaxy, 
of another corner of the universe, 
of another world, 
I don't know how it could be there, 
above our stalls, 
above our vagabond dogs, 
but soon I came to my senses, understanding that 
I was the only one who knew, 
so I had to be the first, 
the chosen one, it was a high feeling, like in 
a new Renaissance, we are only a few in history 
who put the ordered flag of reason in such a large
zone, 
so I became lucid, I sent my girlfriend home 
(some day I'll dedicate to her 
a sonnet or something fine, 
to thank for her support), 
I concentrated all my scientific abilities 
to correct the error of the parallaxes, 
I'll make a report for the 
International Astronomical Union, 
it will follow an immense activity of 
mapping and classification, 
a giant work of precision, 
of course, an army of astronomers will help me, 
anyway, I have to deliver a lot of lectures 
to explain my absolute priority 
(posterity will not reproach me this weakness, 
we are people, after all), 
I've already chosen an adequate star, 
naming it Sundance 
(in memory of those who invented 
schools with lunettes). 

HAIKU 
-by Tina Visarian (Romania)- 

amazed eyes in the night- 
stars fall, 
burnt by the moon 

FALLING STARS
-by Hazeen Hasrat (Kashmir)-

Falling stars, 
Yes, we are historical heroes,
We are all clean hearted inside,
So we sacrifice for others,
But every time we get in bloodshed,
Cause we are falling stars,
And again and again we rise,
In fact we never die.

LEO 
-by Arnold Leinweber (1920-2006, Romania)- 

The Lion gives us in the Cosmos 
a triple star, some other stars, 
and the little stars called Leonids 
(to "bomb" November like kids). 

IV. HUMOUR (2): ASTROLOGY AND FALLING STARS 
-a Romanian quadrologue- 

Dimitrie Olinici: 
It's certain that the heavenly bodies influence
people. 
The problem is that we cannot catch this influence in
mathematical equations. 

Valeriu Tudose: 
So, we cannot understand the stars' influence, we
cannot prove it, but it exists. 
O.K.! 
My friend from Aldebaran is laughing here, near me. 
Oh... excuse me, his name is X34 and has long yellow
hair. 
Nobody can see him, only me because he allows this
thing. 
X34 is real, but the Aldebaranian technology is very
sophisticated, and we cannot detect him through our
primitive knowledge and machines.

Laurentiu Alimpie: 
It seems we have common friends. 
Is X34 a brother-in-law to the grandson of the cousin
of my friend from Epsilon Eridani? If so, the world is
so small! 
(Pardon, I wanted to say... the Universe!) 

Andrei Dorian Gheorghe: 
Anyway, I'm quiet because the astrologers of today do
not dare to analyze the falling stars' influence to
our destinies. 
They would probably risk being hit by fireballs.



* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
Valentin Grigore 
President of SARM - Societatea Astronomica Romana de Meteori
(Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy)
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