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there’s a beautifully conflicted symmetry to rob gonsalves‘s acrylic paintings, which blend different images & ideas to wonderful results. see what i’m talking about in the gallery below. for more of his work, check him out on facebook. 1st spotted @ yahoo.
pictured above is a gigantic storm brewing on the north pole of saturn (taken by nasa’s cassini spacecraft). some perspective:
– the eye of hurricanes found on earth usually range from 5 mi (8 km) to over 120 mi (200 km). the eye of this storm is 1,250 miles (2000 km) wide.
– hurricane katrina reached 175mph (78 m/s). this hurricane is almost doubling that at 330mph (150 m/s).
related: watching god play
this atomic lemon drop isn’t the first poem i wrote, but it’s the one that kept me writing. check it out below along with some background. per usual, feel free to share any questions/criticisms about the poem as well as any other comments.
Package for My Teacher
Teacher, Teacher, remember me?
3rd Grade, front row, Susie B?
Shared my dreams of
flying through space.
Looking for support,
your doubts came in its place.
“But you’re a girl,
and even worse than that,
and way too fat.
Astronaut? Something I cannot see.
How ‘bout assistant manager at Mickey D’s?”
but spirit stayed intact.
Too determined to get off track.
Your vision has improved by now, I hope.
If not, you can still see me
through this telescope.
senior year of high school, ms. bodnar gave my ap english class the option to write two poems instead of an essay (one had to be love-related since we were near valentine’s day; also had to recite one in front of the class). i don’t remember writing any poetry beyond the red rose-blue violet variety before that. at the time though, churning out a few verses seemed
easier better than slaving over some paragraphs so i went for it.
the first poem, simply titled i love you, was about a girl i had a crush on in that class. reading it aloud introduced me to leg-trembling nervousness (thinking back, the jitters were due to exposing myself and wanting to be accepted, both not just on the love tip but with the poem i birthed).
the second poem was package for my teacher. i didn’t have the same emotional investment in the story as in i love you (not a girl named susie, didn’t have my dreams stepped on, etc.) but it was cool to ride out the poetic freedom (which was especially good for me since i was missing a creative outlet). beyond that though, what really kept me writing poetry was what ms. bodnar said when she gave the poem back to me:
you should enter it in a contest.
it was a little comment that i never acted on but still managed to mean a lot. after that, i began to write poems on my own. i kept a notebook in my pocket to write lines & topics for potential pieces. later, i was accepted into poetry workshops that helped me learn more about the craft. i started performing my poems in different settings and eventually got to the point where my leg doesn’t shake anymore. i’ve also sent other poems to contests & i’m working on a poetry manuscript. again, all from a little comment that i never acted on.
part of package touches on the impact parents, teachers & other adults can have on the youth by being willing (or even unwilling) mentors. the teacher in the poem dropped the ball, but salute ms. bodnar and all others who inspire goodness in people that would’ve been left buried otherwise.
think about someone who had an impact on your progress. if you were to send the person a package inspired by the role he/she played, what would be in it? share in the comments.
© Carlton Williams Jr. and atolemdro, 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this poem without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Carlton Williams Jr. and atolemdro with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
in the clip above, the news network russia today spliced together different 1st-person videos of the meteorite that hit the country earlier. check it out and think about how you might’ve handled the varied perspectives of craziness.
even though you might not have been among the now 1,000+ people injured/directly impacted, the event serves as yet another reminder to everybody of the random and fragile nature of life. a question to always keep in mind: if you happened to die today, would you be happy with the life that you’ve lived? if not, what can you do about it?
via blank on blank:
It was the summer of 1966 when a persistent 17-year-old with a high school radio show near Chicago got the interview of lifetime: Muhammad Ali. But only a handful of people ever got to hear this time capsule. Until now.
in this rare interview, ali talks about why he started boxing, his theatrics before fights, who he feels is “the greatest of all time” (no not him), real estate & fighting for the universal title on mars. the video above has background/highlights from the q&a. for an extended clip of the interview, check out the audio below (also via blank on blank). 1st spotted @ open culture
related: i met the walrus
here’s an awesome time-lapse view of the earth shot from the international space station. seeing lightning reduced to the size of blanket static provides some perspective of our own relatively small place in the vast cosmos. you can find a playlist of the locales covered after the jump. thanks to petapixel.