NASA: Indian Ocean - Tropical Cyclone Mahasen - 13.05.13

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Mahasen formed as a tropical storm over the northern Indian Ocean on May 10, 2013. On May 13, the U.S. Navy’s Joint Typhoon Warning Center (JTWC) reported that Mahasen was moving northward over the Bay of Bengal, headed in the direction of Bangladesh and northeastern India. The storm had maximum sustained winds of 50 knots (95 kilometers per hour) and gusts up to 65 knots (120 kilometers per hour). Within 72 hours, the JTWC reported, sustained wind speeds were expected to increase to 70 knots (130 kilometers per hour).
The Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) on NASA’s Aqua satellite captured this natural-color image on May 13, 2013. Mahasen lacked a distinct eye, but still sported a rough apostrophe shape typical of strong storms. Clouds extended along the coast of India and over Sri Lanka.
The JTWC reported that the storm was located roughly 630 nautical miles (1,170 kilometers) south-southwest of Kolkata (Calcutta). The JTWC forecast map showed Mahasen moving northward over the Bay of Bengal before turning slightly toward the northeast, making landfall around May 16.

1. References

2. Joint Typhoon Warning Center Accessed May 13, 2013.
3. Unisys (2013, May 13) Mahasen Tracking Information. Accessed May 13, 2013.

NASA image courtesy Jeff Schmaltz, LANCE/EOSDIS MODIS Rapid Response Team at NASA GSFC. Caption by Michon Scott.

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Aqua - MODIS

 

NASA: Indian Ocean - Tropical Cyclone Mahasen - 13.05.13

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Poetry: Langston Hughes - Let America Be America Again - I. Too. Sing America - Bio Links

 Let America Be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again! 

 I, Too, Sing America

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America. 

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Autorretrato

Mentira:
      el perfume
      la voz
      el encaje
      la mujer de plástico
      flor y ángel.

Verdad:
      esqueleto y piel
      angustia
      pensamiento
      eterna herida
                   inacabada.

 

 Carta al amante

Por recorrer tu piel a pedacitos
olvidé la piel agrietada
de la patria,
dejé de andar por sus caminos,
no llegué hasta sus aldeas,
ignoré el hambre y la violencia,
sumergida en un orgasmo inacabable.
Así me fui volviendo caracol.
Me fui volviendo tortuga,
oculta en las profundidades de su casa.
Vivía inútil, cantando
como la cigarra de la fábula.
Mi casa no tenía puertas ni ventanas.
Monumental, ¡el egoísmo me envolvía
en su crisálida!
Sin embargo, nuestro amor crecía.
Nuestro amor, que ha sido
un diálogo de años.
Un amarnos a besos,
a golpes a mordiscos.

 Casi podría decirte...

Casi podría decirte
devorada por la angustia
me asomo
a la vieja cueva prohibida
donde habitan
-libres y crueles-
mis monstruos, mis fantasmas,
los antiguos dioses
que me reservan un castigo inevitable.

Apenas un momento
los observo
y sus voces dispersas
se unen
llamándome con su canto de sirenas.

Entre lágrimas
cumplo con el rito silencioso
-madre-
y vuelvo de nuevo
a cerrar esa puerta.

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