Shapley Supercluster
Found a shapely theory: The Seven Samurai’s
Great Attractor was replaced by the more
massive Shapley Supercluster
In 2005 the X ray CIZA survey, Clusters in the Zone
of Avoidance, revealed the Milky Way is not drawn
towards the Great Attractor
But to a more massive region behind it, The Shapley
Supercluster, four times the distance to the Great
Attractor,500 million light-years away
The CIZA team demoted the Samurai’s Great
Attractor to only a tenth of the mass
originally estimated
I feel quite deflated, though Shaply Super
is shapely enough in theory…
(IFA press release; Maggie McKee, New Scientist,
December 15,2005; Kocevski and Ebeling,2005;
and Kocevski et al,2005) .
http: //www.solstation.com/x-objects/greatatt.htm
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Black Matter Destination
It is not a problem, of course, the Milky Way is
still attracted by a heavy object in defiance
of the general Hubble expansion
It is a change of names and a location behind
the Great Attractor, the movement is the same
I am delighted that contrariness
Still marks the direction in which the Solar
System is taken while orbiting around the
Centre of the Solar System
Sitting tight in the Sagittarius arm, we are pulled
towards the Shapley Supercluster, a mysterious
Black Matter destination…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Beautiful Cables (2) (Science poems)
Admiring the cables in the jersey Alta knit, asked
her - May I photograph it? – she brought me the
pattern – Now you can knit one yourself - mistaking
cable enthusiasm for craftwork interest - and I
smiled, not on your life
The beautiful cables just illustrate Many Worlds
Theory, every time we make a decision – coffee,
not tea, to the shops, not the sea - the universe
is said to split; yet I think it simply forms a bulky
cable at that point, then
Alternative lines come together in one direction -
maybe just like the Virgo supercluster movement
in which the Milky Way Galaxy travels - towards
the Great Attractor, like the Seven Samurai said,
small deviations in variables
Only create more cables in beautiful patterns, the
overall movement is steady; as we sway, the sun
spirals around the Milky Way, up and down like a
merry-go-round horse, all parallel universes
moving together - forming
Lovely cable patterns along the way, a delight
only seen by the gods…
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Ceate a spirit
As you go through life you create a spirit, a force of attraction, as an adult a great deal of what you do in the process of individuation (and in therapy) is weed out the bad programming, the no longer useful attractor patterns of your past, while at the same time you expand on the attractor patterns that are beneficial for your expansion and for the emergence as well as the cultivation of latent forces in you, the more actively you engage in this, the more you make a path of least resistance for others, that is you positively influence others while you ad to the culture. The best results of this is that you give the children of your and future generations a better start, they go through life more free from outdated and destructive forces and more able to recognize as well as express the life affirming forces in themselves.
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A Day
A day might turn up when water will not wet
and fire wil not burn the wind will not dry
and there will be no sky
Earth and the skies land and water
You and me will merge in a moonless and sunless sea
Call it the dark mass known as Great Attractor?
Call it Death?
Who floats there on the primordial waters
resting
on a raft of a white thousand hooded rattle snake?
Dont you hear it when it is dark and no man there?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes and shut out the sun
Or else select the site sans electricity
May be the wilderness of Terrai, in the still of the night
Listen to the Sounds of Silence
May be the hum of the cricket likens it
And you might feel that the mass of energy that you are and the mass of energy that the distant divan is
Which you dont see and you know it is there
Or else the mass of energy that the yonder tree is in silhouette are identical
And you are a part of a continuum that streches beyond the dingy lane
And the tree scape and the land scape and sky scape and beyond
And may be you might communicate with the dark mass called the Great Attractor to which the world of tongue and touch rushes desparately
The Being there with its unquenchable thirst drinks deep in boundless manna
The nothingness which is our bridegroom feeds on you then
And you forget you father's name and lose all your grossness
Enjoy yourself if you are a masochist
If you are a masculine, this is no news for you
But for others if such information comes true
What should be the remuneration of the poet?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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I'm working on my new album right now. Hopefully to get that out at the top of 2005, January 2005.
quote by Obie Trice
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To aspire a famous woman
A celebrate woman would want a man
Who lets her do a great deal
Of what she does now, just as well,
As when she is married.
Such men only should aspire for her.
08.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You know very well that unless you're a scientist, it's much more important for a theory to be shapely, than for it to be true.
quote by Christopher Hampton
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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Beating A Path To Onself
a great sea one can be perpetually lost in
or find oneself moored at its coast
and picking up all the shapely shells - that's the mind
a great sea one can be perpetually seeking self
or found a compass to all the interesting lands
the great sea where one can beat a path
to oneself in poetry
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Lest We Forget The Holocaust
Yad Vashem and Beth Shalom
Are there to educate everyone
About How Six Million Jews were killed
And these Memories in all must be instilled,
Lest we forget and again allow,
Other Holocausts to take a bow.
The Happenings in Nazi Lands,
And others in more recent times,
Of Mass Murders by tyrants great,
Must never give others a similar fate.
The Holocaust Education Trust,
By us, all to be funded is a must,
So we can educate the World,
As this History must be told,
To Young and Old, in the future and now,
And they must all be told how
People allowed these events to occur,
By Tyrants who with others did concur.
Copyright © Jonathan [JGthepoet] Goldman - 12 November 2005
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The air zone
Each one has an air zone,
Beyond which he wants to face the other.
The zone enlarges or converges
Depending upon the intimacy.
Two hand length for strangers,
An arm length for the known,
A span length for the blood relation,
And little distance for the opposite gender
For one to be at ease to talk to.
22.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I saw a very old man
I saw a very old man very old indeed
older than any man
older than the hills and the seas
older than the planet earth to be sure
and who knows
it was he per haps
who witnessd the big bang
The sun and moon are his eyes
one is aburning in a huff
another is mellowed with mercy and kindness
and the, mans matted hair is hardly visible
T he astronomers may have seen it inthe vision of
the G reat Attractor
Everyone can find the old man
particularly when a cloudladen sky isrocked by an angry storm
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Son can be a rival/.
I taught my son lessons on singing
And made him with my sweats a great singer.
Sons’ glory is fathers’ glory.
His glory is my glory.
His wings spread and mine shrunk.
People thronged around him and spared me.
They didn’t say he was the great;
They said I was no where near him.
His glory is not my glory;
Sons’ glory is not fathers’ glory.
Can there be two heroes in a play?
Should he outlive me in the posterity?
He is my rival, no more a son.
11.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Incompleteness
Verse cannot completely trace
one fair reflection where the light
leaves an impression of such grace
that words, found wanting, seek insight
to reunite with spirit bright,
yet every line links to disgrace
when compared, when second sight
seeks to satisfy both pace
and sense of fitness which replace
the commonplace that must indict
the great part of the human race,
read here both truth and envy's spite.
Yet who'll, on reading this, believe
here's no intention to deceive?
(18 May 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Reptiles & Samurai
Reptiles and samurai
Inhabit my head
Invading my dreams
Sleeping in my bed
They battle but they never die
They hear what I hear
Watching thru my eyes
They dont like what they see
Reptiles and samurai
Are under my skin
They hide in my mind
They speak with my tongue
They run amuck in my terrain
They are not friends
But they are forced reluctantly
To share my brain
1st bridge
Reptiles have silly grins
Dark eyes--shiny teeth--some have fins
Samurai they smile never
Serious--pretty swords--very clever
Chorus
Sometimes I watch you from this place way in the sky
Your face is young and shiny transformed right before my eyes
Without warning, without reason
To samurai and lizards
Reptiles and samurai
Samurai and lizards
Reptiles and samurai
Reptiles and samurai
Inhabit my head
Invading my dreams
Sleeping in my bed
They battle but they never die
2nd bridge
Reptiles have pretty scales
They run real fast--they like to bite--some have tails
Samurai like their water hot--very brave
They eat raw fish--they fight alot
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Pain cleanses me
Believing that I am thought of as good,
Hearing that people speak of me as good,
And seeing that they want me to be good,
I myself drift to being really good
From my being pretentiously good.
Who knows the amount of pain I undergo
To keep me afloat not to retrieve,
And make me the great I had not been.
12.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On Our 15th Marriage Anniversary
Let’s brook no misunderstandings;
Let’s carry no ill-will;
Let’s never feel guilty too much;
Let’s walk in harmony.
Let’s not have suspicions ‘twixt us;
Let’s make no more mistakes;
Let’s not feel proud or envious;
Let’s live a life of love.
Let’s forgive, forget trespasses;
Let’s put up with others;
Let’s forge ahead with more courage;
Let’s run our race on earth.
Let’s follow Christ to Calvary;
Let’s keep His Ten Commands;
Let’s be an example to all;
Let’s make the world better.
Let’s live our lives in piety;
Let’s give joy to others;
Let’s spread the word of Jesus Lord;
Let’s prepare for heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-28-2005
Dedicated most lovingly to my dear wife Mercy
On our 15th marriage anniversary (29-10-2005)
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Lyricon 1
I the being of pure deceptions
Hide the hair from solitude
The hair the evening was silent about
I by the desert thirst cracked
Patchwork the edges of time
A universe flat on my own forehead
I push into the last heart beat
(Lyrical icon 2005)
Lirikon 1
Ja bić e č istih zabluda
Od osame skrivam kose
Što ih je ć utalo več e
Ja od žeđ i pustinje ispucala
Rubove vremena krpim
Svemir poravnat na svome č elu
Guram u posljednji otkucaj
(Lirska ikona 2005)
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Spirit Spits Pits
[S]tale smoke,
Pale bloke,
I‘m broke,
Rum coke
In poke
Time’s joke …
So Croak!
13 April 2005 revised 28 March 2009 robi3_1201_robi3_0000 XXX_DJZ
Previous title Cost of Dying – for previous version see below
Cost of Sin
Stale smoke,
I’m broke,
No joke.
13 April 2005 robi3_1201_robi3_0000 AWX_DJZ
poem by Jonathan Robin
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