'Storm Flower' This manmade calamity, we are tottering on the brink. Failing, sliding, out of control, on a torturous ice rink. Toxicity all around us, pelting acid rain burns our eyes. Rotting coagulation of harm, death pours from the skies.
From the ashes of destruction grows the Storm Flower. A rebuttal to complete devastation, a singular power. When all around is morbidly cursed, here is new life. Colourful petals unfurl against the backdrop of strife.
Rare specimen, beautiful, vivid colours, intoxicating hues. Roots grasping the broken, growth is breaking the news. That in the end, after hope’s all but gone, after destruction. Irrepressible life will march on, oh, what sweet seduction.
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This poem is narrated by Lorraine Ansell, a British female voiceover professional.
Image: What would you see if you went right up to a black hole? Featured is a computer generated image highlighting how strange things would look. The black hole has such strong gravity that light is noticeably bent towards it – causing some very unusual visual distortions. Every star in the normal frame has at least two bright images – one on each side of the black hole. Near the black hole, you can see the whole sky – light from every direction is bent around and comes back to you. The original background map was taken from the 2MASS infrared sky survey, with stars from the Henry Draper catalog superposed. Black holes are thought to be the densest state of matter, and there is indirect evidence for their presence in stellar binary systems and the centers of globular clusters, galaxies, and quasars. From Astronomy Picture of the Day October 26th 2014 Image Credit & Copyright: Alain Riazuelo