True Position
by Jade Ramsey
For the winner of the 1984 Boston University Bok Award in Astronomy for “Determining the true position of stars on photographic plates by correcting for atmospheric refraction and dispersion.”
Boq, from The Wizard of Oz, reminds Dorothy, who fell from a star, she is the goddess of gifts; in the Wicked retelling, he becomes a heartless man, rusting without a will.
Let Boq be our catalyst—allowing us to see stars intersect in conscious photographic plates. We are emulsions of silver salts applied to glass-lives ready to break or remain, last longer than the plastic film of fantasy.
Perhaps Boq can take us dancing in our wheelchairs unawares, correcting for whatever atmospheric refraction (or some sort of mirage of water, light, operatic stage, or aria) or dispersion (the reasons we can’t understand silence, questions echoing from the opposite wall, a mangled paperclip)
so that we can clearly see (through some window, dimly lit like fog in the rearview mirror) two stars, deserving each other, crossed at one time, growing farther and farther apart.
by Jade Ramsey
For the winner of the 1984 Boston University Bok Award in Astronomy for “Determining the true position of stars on photographic plates by correcting for atmospheric refraction and dispersion.”
Boq, from The Wizard of Oz, reminds Dorothy, who fell from a star, she is the goddess of gifts; in the Wicked retelling, he becomes a heartless man, rusting without a will.
Let Boq be our catalyst—allowing us to see stars intersect in conscious photographic plates. We are emulsions of silver salts applied to glass-lives ready to break or remain, last longer than the plastic film of fantasy.
Perhaps Boq can take us dancing in our wheelchairs unawares, correcting for whatever atmospheric refraction (or some sort of mirage of water, light, operatic stage, or aria) or dispersion (the reasons we can’t understand silence, questions echoing from the opposite wall, a mangled paperclip)
so that we can clearly see (through some window, dimly lit like fog in the rearview mirror) two stars, deserving each other, crossed at one time, growing farther and farther apart.
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