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Between the moon landing and the July 20th 1944 anniversary, this weekend is full of remembrances. Not personal ones, as I was born in the year of the moon landing, which I always took as a good omen; sometimes I joke it’s responsible for my sci fi ness and basic optimism, signs pointing to dystopia not withstanding.
Also responsible for my basic optimism: Star Trek: The Next Generation being my favourite Trek along with DS9, which is why I was looking foward to Star Trek: Picard anyway and am now even more so since both the dropped trailer and news from SDCC tell me who, in addition to Jean-Luc, will be back:
( Spoilers feel safe with these people )
Also dropped: a trailer for three Star Trek shorts (spiritual successors of the three that were posted between s1 and s2 of Discovery), all three starring Pike, Number One and Spock. I’m there for those as well. Gimme, Netflix.
Lastly, in honor of the day, one of my favourite moon poems, by Ted Hughes:
Full Moon and Little Frieda
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.
Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm
wreaths of breath -
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.
'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'
The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work
That points at him amazed.
Also responsible for my basic optimism: Star Trek: The Next Generation being my favourite Trek along with DS9, which is why I was looking foward to Star Trek: Picard anyway and am now even more so since both the dropped trailer and news from SDCC tell me who, in addition to Jean-Luc, will be back:
( Spoilers feel safe with these people )
Also dropped: a trailer for three Star Trek shorts (spiritual successors of the three that were posted between s1 and s2 of Discovery), all three starring Pike, Number One and Spock. I’m there for those as well. Gimme, Netflix.
Lastly, in honor of the day, one of my favourite moon poems, by Ted Hughes:
Full Moon and Little Frieda
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.
Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm
wreaths of breath -
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.
'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'
The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work
That points at him amazed.
