Το σύμπαν της τέχνης και οι τέχνες τ' ουρανού

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Starry Night, Mathias Pedersen, Δανία, 2006

 

Παρατηρήστε το βλέμμα του παρατηρητή.

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Phil Plait, Bad Astronomer, Skepdude Calendar 2007

 

Τι να κάνουν οι μαύρες οι γυναίκες με εμάς που έχουν μπλέξει...

 

O Phil C. Plait είναι συγγραφέας του βιβλίου Bad astronomy: misconceptions and misuses revealed, from astrology to the Moon Landing Hoax και συντηρεί το site http://www.badastronomy.com

 

http://books.google.gr/books?id=eInnwg77gbkC&printsec=frontcover&dq=Bad+astronomy&source=bl&ots=e2RksZ8NdJ&sig=Bqw7hW9KoT8mWYryYaDaIIx4GQo&hl=el&ei=Z_rWTPbGE9D1sgbpkKjsCA&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=6&ved=0CD8Q6AEwBQ#v=onepage&q&f=false

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Διαφήμιση Digea

Πίσω το διπλό σμήνος ίσως του Περσέα

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Edmund Optics Catalog 2007

 

Τα κορίτσια της Celestron άφησαν εποχή και βρίσκουν μιμητές.

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About Planck Time, Terms to be Met, George Bradley, 1985

 

Once upon a time, way back in the infinitesimal

First fraction of a second attending our creation.

A tiny drop containing all of it, all energy

And all its guises, burst upon the scene.

Exploding out of nothing into everything

Virtually instantaneously, the way our thoughts

Leap eagerly to occupy the abhorrent void.

Once, say ten or twenty billion years ago

In Planck time, in no time at all, the veil

Available to our perceptions was flung out

Over space at such a rate the mere imagination

Cannot keep up, so rapidly the speed of light

Lags miraculously behind, producing a series

Of incongruities that has led our curiosity,

Like Ariadne's thread. through the dim labyrinth

Of our conclusions to the Place of our beginning.

In Planck time, everything that is was spread so thin

That all distance is enormous, between each star,

Between subatomic particles, so that we are composed

Almost entirely of emptiness, so that what separates

This world, bright ball floating in its midnight blue,

From the irrefutable logic of no world at all

Has no more substance than the traveller's dream,

So that nothing can be said for certain except

That sometime, call it Planck time, it will all just

Disappear, a parlor trick, a rabbit back in its hat,

Will all go up in a flash of light, abracadabra,

An idea that isn't being had anymore.

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Jantar Mantar, Jaipur, Ινδία, 1727-1734

 

Ένα αστρονομικό πάρκο που έχτισε ο Μαχαραγιάς Jai Singh ο δεύτερος, γεμάτο πανέμορφα όσο και παράξενα αστρονομικά όργανα, μνημείο παγκόσμιας κληρονομιάς.

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All Universe Time Space Wisdom Stupidity Radiate From This Point, Rodney Greenblat

 

Ακρυλικό σε ξύλο

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THE UNIVERSE with the FOUR ELEMENTS and FOUR WINDS, Αγνώστου

 

Ταπισερί από μετάξι και μεταλλική κλωστή, κοράλλι και γυαλί.

 

Συλλογή Anne Beversdorf

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Galactic wreckage in Stephan's Quintet, ESA- HST, 2009

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Edge of the Universe, Pat Purdy, 2009

 

Ακρυλικό σε καμβά

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Το Πρώιμο Σύμπαν, NASA/Adolf Schaller, 2006

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The return of space and time, Claudia Teresa Johnson

 

Ακρυλικό και μεικτά μέσα

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The Universe, Claudia Teresa Johnson

 

Ακρυλικό και μεικτά μέσα

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The Holographic Universe, Kenn Chris, 2008

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά

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At the Other End of the Telescope, The Partisan Review, George Bradley, 2000

 

the people are very small and shrink,

dwarves on the way to netsuke hell

bound for a flea circus in full

retreat toward sub-atomic particles --

difficult to keep in focus, the figures

at that end are nearly indistinguishable,

generals at the heads of minute armies

differing little from fishwives,

emperors the same as eskimos

huddled under improvisations of snow --

eskimos, though, now have the advantage,

for it seems to be freezing there, a climate

which might explain the population's

outré dress, their period costumes

of felt and silk and eiderdown,

their fur concoctions stuffed with straw

held in place with flexible strips of bark,

and all to no avail, the midgets forever

stamping their match-stick feet,

blowing on the numb flagella of their fingers --

but wait, bring a light, clean the lens...

can it be those shivering arms are waving,

are trying to attract attention, hailing you ?

seen from the other end of the telescope,

your eye must appear enormous,

must fill the sky like a sun,

and as you occupy their tiny heads

naturally they wish to communicate,

to tell you of their diminishing perspective --

yes, look again, their hands are cupped

around the pinholes of their mouths,

their faces are swollen, red with effort;

why, they're screaming fit to burst,

though what they say is anybody's guess,

it is next to impossible to hear them,

and most of them speak languages

for which no Rosetta stone can be found --

but listen harder, use your imagination...

the people at the other end of the telescope,

are they trying to tell you their names ?

yes, surely that must be it, their names

and those of those they love, and possibly

something else, some of them... listen...

the largest are struggling to explain

what befell them, how it happened

that they woke one morning as if adrift,

their moorings cut in the night,

and were swept out over the horizon,

borne on an ebbing tide and soon

to be discernible only as distance,

collapsed into mirage, made to become

legendary creatures now off every map.

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Abstract Universe, Kathern Welsh, 2006

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά

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Now Listen Carefully, Henry Loustau, 1993

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά

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Two Kids in the Universe, George Mendoza, 2001

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Window to the Universe, Emmanuel Snitkovsky, 2004

 

American Museum of Science and Energy

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Πνευματικό δέντρο, Γη και Σύμπαν, Αγνώστου

 

Ιδιωτική συλλογή

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zznoDllvTRs

 

The Other End of the Telescope, Everything's Different Now, 'Til Tuesday, 1988

 

Shall we agree that just this once I'm gonna change my life

Until it's just as tiny or important as you like

And in time, we won't even recall that we spoke

Words that turned out to be as big as smoke

Like smoke disappears in the air

There's always something smouldering somewhere

 

I know it don't make a difference to you

But oh, it sure made a difference to me

You'll see me off in the distance, I hope

At the other end, at the other end of the telescope

 

There was a time not long ago I dreamt the world was flat

And all the colors bled away and that was that

And in time, I could only believe in one thing

The sky was just phosphorous stars hung on strings

And you swore that they'd always be mine

When you can pull them down anytime

 

I know it don't make a difference to you

But oh, it sure made a difference to me

You'll see me off in the distance, I hope

At the other end, at the other end of the telescope

 

There, there baby now, don't say a word

Lie down baby, your vision is blurred

Your head is so sore from all of that thinking

I don't want to hurt you now, but I think you're shrinking

 

You're half-naked ambition and you're half out of your wits

And though your wristwatch always works, your necktie never fits

Now it's so hard to pick the receiver up and when I call

I never noticed you could be so small

The answer was under your nose, but the question never arose

 

I know it don't make a difference to you

But oh, it sure made a difference to me

When you find me here at the end of my rope

When the head and heart of it finally elope

You can see us off in the distance, I hope

At the other end, at the other end of the telescope

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Sun Dagger, Fajada Butte, Chaco Canyon Μεξικό, 10-13 αιώνας

 

Ένα πρωτόγονο ηλιακό ρολόι για τον πολιτισμό των Τσάκο.

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Moon Landing, LEGO

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Moon Impact, NASA, 2009

 

Καλλιτεχνική απεικόνιση της αποστολής του LCROSS (Lunar CRater Observation and Sensing Satellite) για αναζήτηση ύδατος στην σελήνη.

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The view from earth, University of Texas