Black Holes, Chanting That Apollon Boreas Thing, Symbols, and Poetry

Hubble Deep Field

Apollon who gleams, who fills us up like a basin —what light within lightlessness?The ancients wrote that all could be illumined —but what illumination for the edge beyond which lightdances eternal with itself alone, bound and liberated,unseen by all, where space dances out timeand time ricochets oracular in the darkest stars?Does it mean that the … Continue reading Black Holes, Chanting That Apollon Boreas Thing, Symbols, and Poetry