(regarding a feature of western Mare Crisium noted by John O'Neill, 1953)
I'll meet you on O'Neill's Bridge, Yes, on the moon, Three days 'til noon-- A glistening ridge Where lunar rock Replaced failing Timber --at noon, Remember.
What nostalgia for me! That's about the time that I was gifted with an early Arthur C. Clarke book that just came out about the solar system, pure astronomy but somehow more brilliant than the others I had read for beginners. 1953 was my own first moon walk thanks to that opus, and this reminded me of that. Pretty solipsistic, I guess, but there it is....
Subject of poem is not alone. There is another O'Neil Bridge, over the Tennessee River in Florence,Alabama. I do not know if it was epistemological or metaphysical solipsism caused me to specify the one on the moon. For all I know they're two ends of the same bridge.
What nostalgia for me! That's about the time that I was gifted with an early Arthur C. Clarke book that just came out about the solar system, pure astronomy but somehow more brilliant than the others I had read for beginners. 1953 was my own first moon walk thanks to that opus, and this reminded me of that. Pretty solipsistic, I guess, but there it is....
ReplyDeleteThanks Willie,
ReplyDeleteSubject of poem is not alone. There is another O'Neil Bridge, over the Tennessee River in Florence,Alabama. I do not know if it was epistemological or metaphysical solipsism caused me to specify the one on the moon. For all I know they're two ends of the same bridge.
Geo.