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@septiceyesam3
I barely know how to use this app but I was rereading a fic and I saw this monstrosity. I have no idea how I missed this the first time I read it.
God needs to stop giving this guy his toughest battles smh
Honey you don't need to worry about a silly piece of text in your Google docs when you're going through stuff like your mom having a stroke. Please. It's not that important...
Wasn't really expecting to see this on a Tuesday afternoon
âHad to wait a bitâ
so much happened wthđ
Na Cruinne AtĂĄ Ag MĂ©adĂș
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They give us a whole season of soap drama in one paragraph then apologise for making their readers wait đ
this author has a negative in self preservation
Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin, and Laika the space dog, the pioneers of manned space travel.Â
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âWork with animals is a source of suffering to all of us. We treat them like babies who cannot speak. The more time passes, the more Iâm sorry about it. We shouldnât have done it. We did not learn enough from the mission to justify the death of the dog.â
âOleg Gazenko
This is beautiful <3 <3 <3 <3 Rest easy, little Laika. You didnât deserve any of this.
Loyalty that surpasses the stars. I have a lot of feelings about space and Laika Patreon
Laika should be reverred as a sacred entity honestly. As with all the animals we have sacrifieced for human acheivements.
And so I float on, spaceâs only dog. Friend to the stars, pet of the sun.
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Laika: 1954-1957
Opportunity Rover: 2004-2019
poems about Laika (the soviet space dog)
iâve been hunting for one in specific, and during my quest, i have seen that very many beautiful poems about this creature have been written. I wanted to compile them.
âfirst dog in spaceâ by brennig davies /Â âThey say that, from space, the Earth looks like a small, blue ball. Iâll throw it for you, Laika, if youâll chase it, dart through the stratosphere like a comet, undeserving of its fate.â
âlaikaâ by claire williamson /Â âfor three hours she was weightless, pulse racing, but ate her dinner, alive to see an orbital sunrise.â
âlaikaâ by adnana zeljkovic /Â âPaddling with her soft paws in inimical vacuum, (nothing to draw you to your bosom like Mother Earthâs gravitation) herself soft snowflake,â
âlaikaâ by paul gerard reed /Â âThe stars that shone have all gone out as man betrayed your trust, but your spirit is still in place somewhere, out there in space.â
âlaikaâ by dave lewis /Â âBut when you gave me that final kiss on the nose I suppose deep down inside I knew my destiny lay among the stars. Alone, in silence, I watched the world spinning round, one thousand miles below.â
âi remember laikaâ by jan oskar hansen /Â âThe farewell canât be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable.â
âmuttnikâ by tumblr user @fateology /Â âI donât mind. I just miss you. I miss you like the space that lies between two breaths. Full to burning.â
âfor the first dog in spaceâ by lavinia greenlaw /Â âLaika, do not let yourself be fooled by the absolute stillness that comes only with not knowing how fast you are going. As you fall in orbit around the earth, remember your language. Listen to star dust. Trust your fear.â
âlaikaâ by sarah doyle /Â âBrave little cosmonaut, caught and collared, Earth no more than a distant ball with which you cannot play.â
âlaikaâ by adrian sobol /Â âIf there is light, itâs pressing down on you. Something stirs inside it.â
âfirst the dogâ by zbigniew herbert /Â âawkwardly we bump into stars / we see nothing we hear nothing / we beat with our fists on the dark ether / on all the wavelengths is a whiningâ
you are welcome to add more poems to this post if you have any in mind to recommend.
old poem for a good girl..
[Transcript:
Laika to Ground Control I donât suppose youâre coming back for me but I donât mind, itâs nice out here. You said before I launched: thereâs no way back âIâm a halfway thing, more bullet than dog out into the dark morning and forever to this black field where Great Canine winks her distant starry eye. Empty as the space that lies between two barks. Full to bursting.
Laika to Ground Control can I chase my tail? I know you want me to sit still but itâs calling me, just for a second, please. I can see our planet from here smooth like the wind washed it soft and blue, weâre going round, Iâm having the time of my life you donât have to worry but can I chase my tail? Thereâs nothing here for me to knock over. I miss you. But I donât mind, in a hold silver as this any mongrel can be a heroine; any stray can make history.
Laika to Ground Control [BACKGROUND STATIC] sorry, I forgot what I was going to say, Laika to Ground Control from above Earth is alive at night, light golden as a million miniature suns, makeshift constellations. What do I look like from below? Do I glimmer like a freckle or an exit wound? Iâve been sitting still. You donât have to worry. I miss you.
Laika to Ground Control they have summer in space, did you know? The hours walk warmer and warmer, the ceiling gleams with June moons begging for a howl. Iâm lonely, moons donât howl back. I would sit still for years if it meant I could go back to you. I miss you. I donât mind. I miss you though.
Laika to Ground Control I miss you. If you would come out here and pet me I swear to Dog Iâll be good, never bark again, youâll have to find me a new name. Kometka, little comet, maybe, I would crash into the sea to swim to your side. Be your satellite. Youâre bigger than Earth in my eyes, I donât need stars, only you.
Laika to Ground Control there are pinpricks of light behind my eyes. Hot like a bite. The world is fast and unbreakable, and Iâm just a dog. And I miss you.
Laika to Ground Control I miss you. Have I told you that yet? Out there in the silk-black nothing theyâve long forgotten what time is. In here time crawls. In here everything shimmers, in here itâs just me. I think Iâm dying. You donât have to worry, I was nothing and you swung me from alley to orbit, from the dirt to the stars. I donât mind. I just miss you. I miss you like the space that lies between two breaths. Full to burning.]
This is so well written. Itâs heartbreaking to read how she just wants to chase her tail or her saying that she thinks sheâs dying. Gosh, my heart breaks over and over again for this little lady. Rest easy, Laika, you didnât deserve to be sent away to space. You shouldâve gotten into a family, running around on the lawn and chewing on dog toys đđ»
Laika's still up there. not her body, sure, but her soul is. i saw it through my telescope one night when i was looking for aliens. she was sniffing for table scraps under saturn's ring. she chases comets and bites down on satellites. i saw her napping by neptune, she was kicking her feet. passing through the oort cloud is like the stroke of a hand on her fur. eyes like marbles and four little paws like flames. she bobs through jupiter's moons like cold moscow streets. up there the stars are a great big field. and look, she's running so fast. god damn, look at her go.
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