Two-hundred and sixty-five thousand, Miles over our heads.
Look up and see the stars.
Star Trek entered my life at ten years old,
It's long been one of my joys,
So \\//_ .
Dream and dream of the stars.
Fireflies and lightning bugs,
They remind me of Summer stars,
I miss them so.
Catch the stars and put them in a jar of grass.
High school brought astronomy class,
Class not club,
Touring the University of Wisconsin telescope,
There in Madison,
We spied on the nebula in Orion's belt.
Cold bright stars so far so far so far away.
I was playing with sparks,
An electronics technician in New Mexico,
All those science texts good for something;
There was a rural park there,
In the darkest of the Lower Forty-Eight.
There was always promise of stars at night.
Rick and his six-year-old daughter Lisa,
Out in a State park in the desert,
Watching the Milky Way glow,
Lisa would catch a satellite for us,
Faint stars at the edge of vision fleeting circling above us.
We debated how to power space craft,
Impractically in practical terms,
There with the telescope taking turns.
An eye to the stars has company all 'round the world.
Saw a UFO zig-zagging over Temecula,
A week after we moved here,
Purple and blue glow flitterbug,
Were you a visitor from the stars?
There must be something kinder out in all that glorious infinity.
Star-Kissed, Look up and see the stars, Dream and dream of the stars, Catch the stars and put them in a jar of grass, Cold bright stars so far so far so far away, There was always promise of stars at night, Faint stars at the edge of vision fleeting circling above us, An eye to the stars has company all 'round the world,
There must be something kinder out in all that glorious infinity.
To be honest, I'm somewhat amazed at how well Super Aquarian duplicated on the Blogger platform. I think the platform is quite underrated.
Super Aquarian actually looks *better* in its desktop version on Blogger.
The mobile version isn't responsive, so it loses a lot of visual content. However, requesting the desktop version in Chrome for Android actually does pretty well. I still wish Google would make a responsive mobile version of their existing Blogger themes, though.
All in all, I think I just saved myself $170.00 plus change per year and am happy with the result.
E. E. "Doc" Smith's "Skylark of Space" Series he first book in the series was Written in the 1928, for Amazing Stories, and the fourth and last book in the series, "Skylark DuQuesne," was written in 1963. These books are a classic space opera, and many credit the series as the first and original Space Opera.
Edward Elmer "Doc" Smith is often referred to as the "farther of Space Opera."
Doc Smith was a food chemist by trade.
Like the Edgar Rice Burroughs "John Carter of Mars / Barsoom" books, which preceded this series, you can't go into it looking for "serious" science fiction with a level of future plausibility. It has to be taken much like Star Wars - go looking for fun, and go because it's thoroughly entertaining, and go because the reverence comes from the history and wonder of an earlier era, penned in grandiose imagination by one of the early pioneers of the genre.
I had the entire series in paperback in the early 1980's, and totally loved them. While "Doc" Smith was famous for his "Lensman" series, this shorter and less well-known series is a wonderful Summer read for a true science fiction lover.
You can get the first book on the series for FREE here:
The creation of sound,
Mostly bright colors,
Adapting to the time.
In a digital world,
Analog sounds sweet.
What lasts is what tells,
Long after the last album sells.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
“Rembrandt Sleeping…” poem #27
If ever I am wealthy enough, I will buy a beautiful old console stereo,
put in a top-of-the-line turntable and sound system, one that glows like
stereos used to, and gently, reverently, set needle to vinyl…
At one time I had nearly 1,800 poems published on Lightverse.com - which has been down for nearly three years now. Worse, the archive of my poetry that I thought I had is nowhere to be found. I am hoping to recover some of my earliest work from an old computer hiding in my closet one of these days.
Meanwhile, several hundred of my poems are posted to *Spell Book*. I have been recovering them from poetry boards I published at around the web, and scheduling them to post once per day. I have enough poetry scheduled as of this writing to go nearly through December of 2017, with quite a few more known poems of mine still accessible.
*Spell Book* itself is my oldest blog. I created it nearly as soon as I began writing poetry online regularly. Some of my earliest works are among its first posts. I also wrote a little from the perspective of my internet alter ego, AquarianM - whom I envisioned as a great mage or magician in the sense of the fantasy books I was reading in the mid-1990's.
The story of how AquarianM came to be is this: It was highly common for males in internet chatrooms back in 1996 to rudely ask a person's sex and "stats." Male or female, astrological sign, etc. AquarianM in one sense stands for Aquarian Male, and in another sense stands for Aquarian Mage. Often in the chatrooms, I would take the whole crew on fantastical textual journeys beneath the seas, around the world, and through the solar system - or use my "mejical" powers to disrupt imaginary battles. I once created a food tornado when a textual food fight broke out in the chatroom, and then transported the entire chatroom to the bottom of the Marianas Trench...but that is ancient history. The web is no longer the playful and idealistic naive place it was in the days of Windows 95 and Netscape Navigator - such wonders have faded into the ancient electronic past.
Additionally, I have numerous poetry chapbooks available on Lulu.com which I am linking below. Online searches of my poetry should contain both my name, "Daniel A. Stafford," and my online "handle" or alter ego, "AquarianM." I used both at the end of each poem to make them easier to find.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles. \\//_
All of my currently available poetry Chapbooks are for sale at:
This book is about the human experience, the shortness of the seasons of our lives, the continuity of our season to seasons past and future, and most of all, to the Earth we live upon and what we can... More >
A collection of reflections on the interface between humanity, water, sand, and sunshine, filled with places of peace, reflection, joy, and nostalgia. Beach poetry for lovers of sand and water and... More >
Poetry of place, two seasons of Saturday mornings on the terrace at Madonna Della Strada chapel on Lake Michigan, Loyola University Lakeshore campus, Chicago, IL. This book consists of photography... More >
In hearts and minds the world-over, you find the same things; a need for love, for a sense of freedom, a sense of some stability in life. If we just reach up to giving those things to everyone, this world would be a pretty sweet place to be. Don't hold back your hugs, or your smile, or the twinkle in your eyes, because that's what makes us love you.