The Nature of Things in Eternity

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*resurfaces briefly*
Three and a half weeks until I'm done with my sophomore year of college! It's been pretty fantastic, and for those of you who don't know, I've declared as a Theater major with a minor in Anthropology. Basically it boils down to "I love people and talking to and about them"

In related news, I've discovered my love for the following musicals: Company, Sweeney Todd, Spring Awakening, The Hired Man, Sunday in the Park With George, and so many others.

I'm taking Latin American Studies and love it. Share your thoughts about conquest and race relations of the 1600s-1700s.

I'm almost on the dating stage with a boy who's sweet and interesting and isn't pressuring me to do anything. This might work out. :)

When you see this, post a poem:


By Adrienne Rich

Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750—1848)
astronomer, sister of William; and others.

A woman in the shape of a monster   
a monster in the shape of a woman   
the skies are full of them

a woman      ‘in the snow
among the Clocks and instruments   
or measuring the ground with poles’

in her 98 years to discover   
8 comets

she whom the moon ruled   
like us
levitating into the night sky   
riding the polished lenses

Galaxies of women, there
doing penance for impetuousness   
ribs chilled   
in those spaces    of the mind

An eye,

          ‘virile, precise and absolutely certain’
          from the mad webs of Uranusborg

                                                            encountering the NOVA   

every impulse of light exploding

from the core
as life flies out of us

             Tycho whispering at last
             ‘Let me not seem to have lived in vain’

What we see, we see   
and seeing is changing

the light that shrivels a mountain   
and leaves a man alive

Heartbeat of the pulsar
heart sweating through my body

The radio impulse   
pouring in from Taurus

         I am bombarded yet         I stand

I have been standing all my life in the   
direct path of a battery of signals
the most accurately transmitted most   
untranslatable language in the universe
I am a galactic cloud so deep      so invo-
luted that a light wave could take 15   
years to travel through me       And has   
taken      I am an instrument in the shape   
of a woman trying to translate pulsations   
into images    for the relief of the body   
and the reconstruction of the mind.


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