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The Hour of the Star, 2024
with Tiiu Meiner, performed at the Opening of Dreams of dreams of dreams, Onomatopee, Eindhoven NL
published in DREAMS, Onomatopee, Eindhoven NL
We have yet to meet another life
within our universe that dreams,
makes means from stars
like us— who do they shine for?
Silence
no gravity, no rest
Floating, shooting
it is
a matter of metaphor
free, ungraspable,
unbearable stream of light
Large and endless
a cosmic question mark
An explosion running away
from a violent and uninhabitable home
it holds itself together in a fist of darkness
aimed at you, in your room
You sleep in loneliness
loneliness is a shooting star
Stargrazer, gazer, close your eyes
Dreams are a world better built for conversing in
the language of a star
and this star came to you like a dream
seeing is believing, and you certainly see
a trace of an old movement, far gone
time, exposed by brightness, seeking refuge
back in darkness, your pupil, your insides
translate this ancient message
with instruments, you console, you interstellar cyborg
5 star superior experience
You navigate the city by counting the stars
to follow the star
to consume the star
to yearn for a north star, your guiding light
under bright night skies
living under the nighttime glow of artificial light
the future is nothing but bright
For a star in this world
catch a star
touch a star
in the street
At an intersection, at a pharmacy, at a coffee place
A star’s fate is determined by being seen
Everyone thinks so
to the point of it detaching
under the weight of greatness,
floating off, increasingly impersonal,
infinitely less emotional
it’s not you it's me
(thinking is acting and feeling is fact)
in fact, stars do not feel anything for us
Black star
White star
Left half black star
Right half black star
Star with left half black
Star with right half black
Whatever you do, avoid an empty star
it's not a good sign
Stay inside and don’t meet your heroes
- Sun avoidance
- Sun protection
we learned this from a certified dermatologists on
our star dust machinery
every hour is now a moment to scroll
time will soon no longer care to present the dance of stars
you talk through it all to manufactured stars
satellites about how
The universe is a ruthless place but thankfully
reality is too enormous to grasp
you are a body of atoms trying to catch its own shadow
your body interrupting sunlight, trying to outrun
your endings, over-take the sun’s beginnings,
on the pavement you are, like the universe, stuck inside a void
that moves existentially
an angsty spiral
a vast cloud of dust and gas
an endless blare or
a tear or
or a terror or
or a desperation or
a panting or
to catch a glimpse
Of the hour of the star
when is the hour of the star?
what is the hour of the star?
Night is
more complicated than day,
this interval has a tendency for crazy
where space is an eternal inhale
and four hours, from 1 to 5 am,
it hosts old friends:
Chaos, Act-out and Erratic,
a scheduled existential crisis
where time goes luna tick tick tick tock
mostly slept through, but when experienced it is
Luminous, unattainable and glamorous
so intense, it shatters, fractures into a million billion trillion and more pieces
for us to spend lifetimes to regather, together
define a passion for the void
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4.5 stars
Loud and crazy
it comes to you
(if you see stars it is advised to take a short break)
it culminates, carrying a wonder within
a star’s fate is dependent
on its mass, the abundance of its secret
Then jerks into a collapse, a fainting,
an ending a bit more than before
death, slips through the air
an inflamed splinter in the finger of the universe
It had been
just a little bit too much
in a place that we could reach for
but not follow,
where, all forms, characters
substance and meaning
are concentrated into one fateful point: this point
that is utterly marvelous, stupendous
and filled with ecstatic necessity
The world turns to face the protagonist
the sun, your eyes
split open the chasmic/cosmic divide
you awaken, to your surprise
you are still in the celestial world
your body, made of the same stuff
as the night sky lights, the beginnings of a day,
start with a dose of freshly made starlight, the sun light
reaches us on Earth, roughly 8 minutes and 20 seconds old
I wish for you that this strange, sparkling, splendid thing will never fail you,
whatever it is, that it gives you the strength to live on
on with your scars,
with the stars
The title of this poem, 'Hour of the Star Poem,' is inspired by The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispecter, but this poem is an original work and not affiliated with the book or its copyright holders.