Slow movement

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 03 Aug 2008 13:33:00 GMT

violins to your left
low strings
to the right
raise your baton to cue dust-dimmed suns


Log Boom Park Stars
Originally uploaded by Reid Wolcott


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Perhaps, perhaps not

Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 23 Jul 2008 11:48:00 GMT


Echus Chasma
Originally uploaded by ridingwithrobots

They say it was flowing groundwater that made these canyons on the surface of Mars, but to me it looks to be the work of a gigantic, malicious child, dragging his or her enormous fingers through a freshly iced cake when a colossal parent was not attending to what was happening, and scooping the confection into a cavernous, rock-crushing, planet-devouring maw.

Except for that part at the top. That does look like groundwater.

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There and back again

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 22 Jul 2008 19:32:00 GMT

Do
not
bother
to bring a
toothbrush, or a book –
it’ll be over sooner than that –
but you’ll want a camera and a box of postcards.
And when they bring the tray of drinks
and make you sit up,
make a scene!
They made
us
wait.

Virgin employees sit in the cabin of a prototype Virgin Galactic SpaceShipTwo spacecraft at the Science Museum on February 14, 2007 in London, England. The Virgin Galactic SpaceShipTwo is destined to be the first ever vehicle for space tourism. The SpaceShipTwo will carry six passengers and two pilots, offering a total flight time of 2 hours. Around 200 firm reservations have been placed already with projected flight costs estimated to be $200,000 per passenger.
Propulsion system for hybrid craft blows up

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Specular reflections

Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 20 Jun 2008 01:30:00 GMT

addressing
that sweet abyss:
“yes, yes”

shot full of holes, the substance of our dreams

Sklar, Gibson, and Yong –
their lungs full of
something grey…

floors turn into ceilings (halfway there)

still,
she had to go back…
the smell of burning hair

the purple ones are the girls, I think

there, boy, look!
that nebula there
that was your father

I count the stars; each one flares and dims

he tells her
“put on your other face,
the other”

flecked with hot sauce: angel wings, deep-fried

text, don’t write:
my senses have taken
leave of me

they took a risk. who remembers them?

the loudest prayer
ever said…

and it was answered

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Landing party

Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 12 Jun 2008 01:48:00 GMT

the vast strange fort
every surface
wormhole-riddled

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Not suited

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 08 Jun 2008 12:22:00 GMT

the craft
stands off: toxic
oxygen atmosphere

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The long, long day

Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 29 May 2008 02:05:00 GMT

flakes of
permafrost, the sound of
delicate gears

flare star spits shadows rake his black skin

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Direct sales

Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 28 May 2008 02:08:00 GMT

hatch-to-hatch:
Encyclopaedia
Stellarum

black-sailed corsairs pale Cialis gold

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The classicist

Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:49:00 GMT

phase 5 terraforming,
on the skull taps
Black Flag

Depression (lyrics NSFW)

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Secret agent moon

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 06 Apr 2008 00:56:00 GMT

it was here
moments ago,
check your penumbra

from the Earthlit side some green light blinks

silk wedding gown,
the trim two klicks of
blasting cord

Bob beams (his front tooth is a camera)

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Untitled

Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 02 Apr 2008 10:21:00 GMT

ninety generations
the great craft–
April Fool’s…

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A world o' pain

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:04:00 GMT

exquisitely
pain tolerant:
Venusians in furs
“I imagine the goddess of love as having descended from Mount Olympus for the sake of some mortal man. And always cold in this modern world of ours, she seeks to keep her sublime body warm in a large heavy fur and her feet in the lap of her lover. I imagine the favorite of a beautiful despot, who whips her slave, when she is tired of kissing him, and the more she treads him underfoot, the more insanely he loves her. And so I shall call the picture: Venus in Furs.” — Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

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