Vividcon Premieres Vid: To Touch The Face of God
Title: To Touch The Face Of God
Song: Nasivern Pi by E.S. Posthumus
Fandom: multi (NASA IMAX, From The Earth To The Moon, The Right Stuff, archival footage)
Notes: With thanks to barkley for being such a patient teacher and also being the best cheerleader EVER, and to laurashapiro for valiantly trying to help me sort out last-minute tech issues, and to greensilver for looking it over at the last minute.
This vid is dedicated to, and in memory of, my father.
Right click and save to your hard drive - .avi file, 55MB.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Song: Nasivern Pi by E.S. Posthumus
Fandom: multi (NASA IMAX, From The Earth To The Moon, The Right Stuff, archival footage)
Notes: With thanks to barkley for being such a patient teacher and also being the best cheerleader EVER, and to laurashapiro for valiantly trying to help me sort out last-minute tech issues, and to greensilver for looking it over at the last minute.
This vid is dedicated to, and in memory of, my father.
Right click and save to your hard drive - .avi file, 55MB.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.