#love a laika poem

[earlyspringtranscendence]

re: last post, last poem (i did find the author + im giving you the additional audio diary update cause i cant be arsed to cut that out bc that would mean putting it into a progr'm etc etc who has the time)

[tempus-serpentes]

and to Félicette, I am sorry the man who grabbed your scruff to strap you into this strange and human contraption was slightly too rough. and I’m sorry they chose you because you were the most gentle, with the sweetest meow. and I’m sorry that you spent weeks amongst the stars, looking at the remnants of black holes, meteor dust and the scent of Laika that still floated through the cosmos and I’m sorry that when you returned, your paws having not yet touched the grass, humanity failed you a third time, and made science out of love.

and to Félicette, who I dream lays beside Laika in a bed of constellations, I hope you can forgive us. We cannot even begin to forgive ourselves.

[thesadlesbian120]

my roman empire?

Laika, that little space dog.

beautiful girl,

touch the nebulas’ and staurn’s rings for me, and may the stars and the moon provide you comfort and light that the human race never could.

sleep well beloved Laika

[scrb1a]

[cheeerrr]

Laika my star, you shine far too bright.

The sun enlists your soul to fight for its holy army of stars so bright, but you were meant for a different life. You were not given enough time to shine, and without such light, we cannot prosper. Oh sweet Laika, my star, won’t you forgive us, and perhaps return home once more?

[creepycreepstr]

Her crime was sweetness and her punishment death.

I hope it was beautiful, Laika

[crushcain]

stellar pup laika.

[tytonnidaie]

i need to be able to write again. the worms in my brain are making me crazy

[yoursminehourss]

did laika know she would be so loved so long after she was gone? did she know people would write songs and poems about her? she was barely loved throughout her life until the scientists kissed her nose before they sent her to her death. do you think that heat death was the closest she felt to a warm embrace? i miss her every day. im not alone in that. she’ll never be alone up there in the stars.

[byghostface]

“I named her after Laika.💫🚀”

(Nika introduced her rescue pet Laika.)

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Excerpt poem from"Muttnik" by fateolog about Laika the soviet space dog.

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Flatline week 2024 Day 2: Pet

Day1 ．Day2

Just want to share pictures of my baby dog Miruku🥛��🤍 I love her very very much🥰🫶♥️♥️

(pictures taken by my mom when Miruku was five years old🌼💗)

[mylimoji]

would love to know more on your thoughts ab laike re: the westerners obsessed w laika post you reblogged, it seems kind of sweet as far as i can tell

westerners always use laika as another 'victim of communism' kind of shtick. they don't actually care about the dog, even the sweetest sounding poems always have some kind 'oh god how soviets could have done it 💀💀💀 sending a poor little doggy to the space 💔💔💔' subtext. the same kind of people don't write those 'inspiring' poems about the monkeys that USA use for their experiments, hell, any kind of animal that is used for science. soviets already honored laika enough, but this obsession with that dog from the west is just poorly veiled anticommunism propaganda

[visceravalentine]

[id: a poem. it is titled: ‘stargazing/for laika the space dog, and for the thousands of poems written for her’. the poem text begins: ‘it goes like this: / a true story told over and over / it goes like a stray dog / it goes like a race against time / against invention / it goes like a very good girl with a very big job to do / it goes like she was never meant to come back / it goes like a one-way trip / it goes like the scientist taking her home with him the night before, it goes like a proper goodbye / it goes like a story told over and over / to hear people talk now, / it goes like she’s a constellation, / the stuff of legend / it goes like ‘look up and you can see her there’ / take a left past the moon / she’s sparkling / she’s static / she’s wagging her tail / she’s playing catch with comets / she’s turning circles on the moon / she’s the happiest girl in the universe / she’s a bedtime story / she’s what stargazing’s all about / a thousand artists spin her a happy ending/ a thousand poets won’t let it end like this / a thousand people have something to say about the dog up there in the night sky/ and it sounds a lot like we love you. we love you. we love you. end poem text. the last three lines are in italics. end id.]

EDIT: my poetry is about love and humanity. these themes mean nothing without love and support of trans women. my poetry is about love and humanity and my love for transness is forever imbued in every word i write.

[mocatii]

I've been sobbing over Laika for like 2 days now because she represents so much to me. She represents the animals we sent to space to die. The animals we love. The animals we treat horribly for our own gain. Félicette. Miss Baker. Belka and Strelka. She represents the love humans can have for something. The determination we have. How cruel we can be. How selfish we are. How selfess we are to craft poems and art and statues for a dog we'll never meet.

She's our paitron saint of one-way trips, and the mother of our stars.

[letters-from-the-gaps]

A poem about my favorite Russian space dog

An ode to Laika

Patron Saint of One-Way

Trips.

Journeys you can’t come 

back

from.

Glimmering little star, Canis

Major Tom

I followed you.

all the way to the sound of 

hope and

joy and

wild green growth.

I owe you my life,

and I love you

very

much.

[proteusolm]

It is a shame when beautiful poems, art, stories, etc. become cringy sadporn. I'm not talking about simply becoming widely known, which is wonderful, but rather when they get used for a specific kind of insincere post designed to bait people into sharing and commenting "nooo why would you do this to me 😭". To become an art trend, a tiktok trend. Examples include Laika the dog, the Two Headed Calf poem, the Can't Help Myself art installation, and so on. All are works I admire and stories I respect and find personal meaning in, but after social media people got ahold of them I can't help but cringe a bit when someone mentions them. I'm so tired of near-identical drawings of the two-headed calf and forced-deep comics about Laika. Can't Help Myself is especially a shame, it became a tiktok trend last year and ultimately ended up being a joke on there. There were more posts mocking people for seeing meaning in it than there were earnest posts about the piece. Most posts repeated misinformation about the artist's intentions and even the physical piece (No, it isn't continuously bleeding out and cleaning up its own hydraulic fluid, that's artificial blood).

It just sucks to see beautiful, emotionally raw works get run into the ground for clicks. I hate to have my connection to them deteriorated by it. I want the art I love to be seen by more people, but not like this.

[cosmically-alive]

i ask this universe to grieve with me for a second

here's to all the souls, human and otherwise, who have left us behind without knowing just how much they've contributed to this world.

i may not know all of your stories with the detail i know of laika's story, or feel you all etched within my heart in the same way that i feel those i've personally loved and lost. despite that, i grieve you all; despite that, i am grateful because we are connected through the very existence of being human.

maybe the purse you left behind ended up in the thrift shop i found it in. maybe you were the one who showed my teacher the poem she taught us that is to this day my favorite poem. maybe we crossed each other on the street while i was having a bad day and you smiled at me and that made my day a little better. maybe you were my friend's street cat that i got to play with and made me want a cat. i have my own kitty now and his name is rover, he's certainly more skiddish than you and i love him very much.

maybe, just maybe, you've contributed to this world more than you think

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