The etymology of our word satellite is fairly straight-forward: it derives from the Latin satelles, an attendant (upon a distinguished person) and prior to that possibly the Etruscan satnal, a follower. It was the German astronomer Johannes Kepler who at the beginning of the 17th century applied the word satellites to moons orbiting a planet (specifically Jupiter) and the appellation stuck. It also became used to refer to small towns circling a city or small nations grouped round and dominated by a large and powerful one, but that's by the by.
The first recorded usage of the word meaning 'man-made machine orbiting Earth' was in a theoretical paper of 1936 and then twenty-one years later on October 4th 1957 the theory became reality when the Soviet Union put Sputnik 1 up into orbit, where it remained until it ran out of power and fell back to Earth in the New Year. The achievement took the world (America in particular) by surprise and was the starting-signal of the space race.
Since then, thousands of satellites have been put into orbit by over one hundred countries, Italy among them, and I've been sufficiently impressed by the fine lines of their modish Sirio satellite to feature it here.
Sirio - quality Italian design |
It was originally intended to be functional for approximately two years but to the delight of the Italian space agency and telecommunications companies it kept on working right up until 1987. (Unfortunately, a successor to Sirio failed to achieve Earth orbit on launch and fell back into the Atlantic.) Now no longer operational, Sirio continues to circle the earth at an altitude of 36,000k, just one of thousands of man-made celestial bodies flying round the planet.
Reading that, and thinking that space junk may be developing into an issue, I was surprised and delighted to learn that the UN has an Office for Outer Space Affairs (UNOOSA) and one of its functions is to keep track of what's going on above our heads. They record that as of 2022 (65 years into the space race), there have been in excess of 13,000 launches from 31 different facilities worldwide,
Currently there are 8,261 satellites still orbiting Earth of which 4,852 are active, and over half of those are involved in telecommunications (supporting our gps, internet, mobile phone and streaming capabilities).
Sirio then is one of 3,409 'dead' satellites, a ghost rider in our skies. This little poem is in tribute.
Italian Space
Only the Italians
of all nations on Earth perhaps
would name their space programme
after a saint - San Marco.
I might rather have expected
Marco Polo to feature,
that renaissance Venetian
famed for his travels.
When I unravel it though,
it turns out San Marco was
simply the name of an oil platform
donated by the state energy company
as a launch pad.
It's funny what one assumes. Then
I wondered what 'To Boldy Go'
would be in translation.
"Per Andare Corragiosamente"
apparently. Now that has
a prize-fighter swagger to it
and they were certainly punching
above their weight,
Amaldi, Broglio and Co as they
ran in a late but creditable third
behind the Soviets and USA
to launch a satellite to the skies.
It was a bit stylish looking,
almost a retro designer lampshade
for some chic Italian space,
a coffee house say,
plate glass, chrome and leather,
naturally a cool marble floor,
Vespas, Lambrettas, Piaggios
parked outside on the pavement,
Gaggia hissing intermittently
like a reverse rocket thruster
on the stainless steel counter
and clustered round a tv screen
men in sharp suits sipping espresso
and ladies in fresh summer frocks
waiting with fingers of ice
for the apogee and the age
of global telecomms to be born.
I'm taking a week's holiday from the blog, off to catch some Greek sunshine on Zakynthos, so I'll leave you with a musical bonus, Counting Crows performing Recovering The Satellites (just click on the song title, it's a hyperlink to a YouTube rendition of the title track from the band's 1996 album.) See you in two weeks.
Thanks for reading, S ;-)
41 comments:
I love the poem. ❤️ Have a wonderful holiday.
A great read, a clever poem and it's quite shocking to see all those satellites like a halo round the Earth.
Yes a lampshade. I know exactly what you mean and enjoyed the extrapolation in your poem.
Another great blog. How do you keep doing it? It's a cool poem. Enjoy your break.
Va bene Steve :)
3409 dead satellites is not so many, but I love the idea the UN has an Office for Outer Space Affairs! Also the witty poem. 👏
So stylish, Steve.
Thank you for sharing and have a great holiday Steve
Those lines "and ladies in fresh summer frock/ waiting with fingers of ice" are the coolest in a cool poem.
Space junk - what a great phrase. I suppose most of these satellites are quite small and as long as they stay in their own orbits it's probably ok. I really enjoyed your poem.
I love the poem. Now everyone has a mobile phone and we're a wireless world.
Top blogging Steve. Loved the poem. Hope you have/had a great holiday in Greece.
A most enjoyable read with my morning coffee (Italian, naturally). I loved the journey your poem took me on.
Laxmiben Hirani As always great blogging from our Steve brilliant poems as always. Hope you had a lovely holiday in Greece.
Nicely done (especially the Gaggia hissing intermittently like a reverse rocket thruster).
Fascinating satellite facts and I love your Italian Space poem. ❤️
Well done Steve. An interesting blog and a wonderful poem. 🛰👏
Sirio - named for Sirius? Head of UNOOSA must be a fun job, but those satellites like like a virus around the planet. It's a great poem.
That was interesting,and a fine poem to boot. Is the coffee house setting for Italian Space a symptom of caffeine withdrawal?
Super blog. 👍
Fascinating stuff Steve. I'm quite surprised the Italians were third into space but I suppose they sill had the scientists and expertise built up in WWII to push them on. It's a cool poem.
Harry, in fact SIRIO was an acronym for Satellite Italiano di Ricerca Industriale e Operativa (Italian industrial and operational research satellite). It was conceived in order to develop new opportunities for telephone and TV communications via satellite using high-frequency radio waves. I'm pleased you like the poem.
An excellent read Steve. Spot-on with the description of the Sirio satellite. It wouldn't have been out of place in Heal's lighting department. I love the way the poem takes flight from that idea. It's great to have a blast of Counting Crows into the bargain.
An excellent blog.
I'm concerned about the future though.
Within the next 10 years, the number of Starlink satellites in orbit may rise to 42,000. And that is just one company.
What a fun poem
You have a knack of making topics I'd never thought about interesting and thought-provoking. It's a delightful poem.
Your poem was a trip!
I have no interest in spacey things but this was fascinating. The photo of satellites around the earth is shocking. I loved the poem though, very clever.
So many satellites, but fascinating to read the UN has got space covered. And what a great imaginative feat, your Italian Space poem. I love it.
Brilliant poem! A really interesting blog too. Who knew the UN has an Office for Outer Space Affairs? (There has to be a poem in that somewhere as well.)
Fascinating blog, ace poem. Five stars from me! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Interesting that Italy was up there with USA and Russia at one time. It's hard to imagine that now. I loved the clever imaginative voyage of your Italian Space poem.
Wow, so many satellites. That's scary. I loved the poem for its daring imaginative leap - "waiting with fingers of ice" is tremendous.
What an interesting read and your Italian Space poem is fabulous.
You write with so creativity. This is interesting and a charming poetry.
Grazie. Molto bene. 👍
A fascinating blog, informative and thought=provoking. I think the poem is wonderful. And I'm amazed that the UN has an Office for Outer Space Affairs!
So Sirio is now space debris. I hope that rather frightening picture of satellites orbiting Earth makes the problem look worse than it is! Your poem was a treat. I used to ride a Vespa.
Thanks for a fascinating blog and a playfully speculative poem. The coffee-bar scenario masquerading as mission control is priceless.
A stylish retro-1960s lampshade - that's spot on. And what a witty poem you've launched from that idea. I lobed this blog.❤️
La dolce vita :)
Thank you for honoring our space achievements in this way. Well done. It is a amusing poem.
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