an old writer and his words

  • EVENT HORIZON

    Someone suggested thatit is certain if you fallinto a black hole you will becrushed well beyond diamond. Not exactly a fate I’d want,but that person addedthat time elongates as yougo through the event horizon. If I understood him correctly,death is instantaneous butthat instant will seem quite longas you verge on your death. I could live…

    Lou Faber

  • MARS

    Mars has risen in the western sky. Perhaps it is waiting for the moonto draw our attention,but the moon is periodicallyirascible, as tonight, and haschosen to abandon Marsto the stellar firmament. Mars has risen in the western sky. I wander into the dark in searchof the peace that onlynight affords, but the horizonis war and…

    Lou Faber

  • VISITORS

    We keep looking, some of uscertain they are there,others as certain they are not,as God didn’t mention them. We hope to see themto reach out to themto understand them,to learn from them. Of course, we knowthat if they are herethey are so much moreintelligent than we and hardly likelyto announce theirpresence given whatthey must know…

    Lou Faber

  • FOR SALE

    For a reasonable sum,I can have a star named after me,and get a certificate suitablefor framing declaring it so. I’d like to buy a group of starsin relatively close proximityeach to the others, and ratherthan naming each after me, I’d name the lot with one name,my personal constellation,perhaps Buddhist, the sky coulduse a Bodhisattva of…

    Lou Faber

  • COSMIC CONUNDRA

    They say that someof the rings of Saturnare braided.They also say thatRapunzel’s hairwas braided.I am a skeptic for when I stareat Saturnthrough the old binocularsI see two fuzzyastigmatic spots of lightand Rapunzel has gonepunk, and I see onlyan oversizednose ring.The sad thing isthat Jupiter’s red spotis showing signsof becominga melanoma. First published in The Post…

    Lou Faber

  • CASSIOPEIA

    You sit on your self-made throneand stare at the night skyas clouds gatherand dissipate beneath you.Do you even recallwhy you were cast out,condemned to your cell so vastyet infinitely confining?Does your body rememberthe touch of his handthe crude hunterwho set you aflamewith a white heatthat paled the sun of summer?What do you imagineas tongues of…

    Lou Faber