Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Voyager 1 leaves solar system?

Marc Swisdak and James F. Drake of the University of Maryland, and Merav Opher of Boston University contend that Voyager 1 is not where NASA believes it to be. "It's a somewhat controversial view, but we think Voyager has finally left the Solar System, and is truly beginning its travels through the Milky Way," says Swisdak.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Lydia MCauley


Entrances by Lydia McCauley

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

butterflys are free

Bipolar is a personality paint job.  You wake up white, and go to bed red
or blue.  If anyone could see bi polar as a fixed colour, we (the bipolar population) would all be hanging from a poplar tree.

I remember the fifties, and no one gave a damn about manic
depressive behaviour.  You either conformed, or got your ass kicked a lot.
By the seventies it was vogue to be anti establishment.  If you had a
problem it was masked by a cloud of smoke, first person toker, or the one
fired up by the enemy in N.Vietnam.  I think we crawl under a microscope in
times of relative peace.

The above is an opinionated view of a serious mental health problem.  If you or someone you know has problems with depression or believes he or she is bipolar please see a health care professional. 

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Socrates (469-399 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Quoted in: Plato, Apology, sct. 21.
So I soon made up my mind about the poets too: I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled them to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.

Saturday, October 24, 1998 2:15 AM

Flirtation and epitaph

Poetry is like a puzzle. Everyone owns a piece of the final vision. Unfinished and vague until completion, it almost never conveys it's true meaning during construction, and remains dubious to all, even to it's creator, until the time is right.

This  poem emerged as a flirtation that got out of control,
and eventually and ironically became my future epitaph.

In every way there is a wonder in the midst of thee.
In every way there is a season just to set it free.
In ways no one will ever know there is a land of free.
In days God only knows my name he'll take from me.

Tamp Florida, 1980

A few of my favorite things

Caption option yours

Don't be a crab

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

A page from a previous web prescence

Chuck Mistretta's Poetry Page

Philosophers Are
Children telling truths. 
Adults finding persecution. 
Are of little faith, but chosen. 

What It Is

If wisdom is 
having outlived 
our mistakes. 
Then intelligence is 
the capacity 
to make them. 


Want to be a poet?

                                                                     Let people dance 
                                                                     on your heart.


 Contra Diction

A man without soul
Loves not his woman.

A woman without love
Has not her man.

He who is a child
Is neither, but has both.




While working as a photo lithographer developing ways to reproduce thin metal objects, 
a manner of thinking was needed to proceed. How to create these snow flake shaped 
pieces of metal to tight tolerances? The following poem is the very thought that helped 
a small electronics company succeed with a developing product. Years later the photo 
process, it's operator, all the chemicals and machines were replaced by the digital 
pantograph. The idea still remains.

Knowledge is an entity. 
Knowledge occupies a point in time. 
That which defines it becomes it's function. 
It is a known. 
Everything else with respect to the entity is unknown.

TRAK Microwave April 20, 1980 Tampa Florida

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