Webs in Space

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The Spider Arabella, 1973

Today I came across this article on the Smithsonian website:

Arabella and Anita had the right stuff–namely, silk for spinning webs. These two ordinary spiders were NASA’s first eight-legged astronauts! Anita and Arabella got their mission because a high-school student named Judy Miles wondered if spiders could spin webs in a weightless environment. She suggested sending spiders into space to find out. NASA space scientists liked her proposal and went to work designing special cages, lights, and cameras.

In 1973, Arabella and Anita blasted off into space for the Skylab 3 mission. On her first day in orbit, Arabella didn’t do well. She spun sloppy webs and obviously felt the effects of weightlessness. However, by her third day in space, she was spinning just as though she were back at home. Her webs were finer in space, which was expected. But the pattern remained the same. She proved that spiders can spin earthly webs in space.

Though Arabella and Anita have both died, their bodies remain at the Smithsonian, memorialized for their small, vital part in increasing our knowledge of space.

The source of this story is the book Odd Tales from the Smithsonian (Smithsonian Institution Press, 1986), written by Peggy Thomson and Edwards Park.

Years before I read this article, I had a conversation with Josephine Jacobsen, a great poet and my mentor, in which she talked about the spider in space.   She wrote this poem about it. It was called “Arachne, Astonished:”

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In our porch rafters spiders spin

big webs that reach and tremble,

often with flies and sometimes moths hung in

the crosshatch of their dewy cables.

 

I cannot guarantee that friends will not die

or children put into practice what each learns;

but I thought that webs were a community

of architecture as unreconstructed as the fern’s.

 

Space’s amazed spider in her cage

is weightless. Fairly, one might expect her

to sulk in a daze, paw the air in arachnean rage

that good gravity monstrously should reject her.

 

Well, there are situations which ape

that of weightlessness; without guide-

lines,demand that thread from the guts take formal shape

while the cruelly uninflected voice says, “Improvise!”

 

O weightless, astonished Arachne, such

original alterations, situational spinning

of constructions! You frighten me very much.

Am I to understand, then, there is no end, none, to beginning?

 

 

But Josephine thought the spider died in space, and according to this Smithsonian article, it didn’t.

Josephine died in 2003.  I wrote this poem about here shortly after her death.  When you read it, you’ll see why I put it here:

One word singing

 

Poetry is one word singing one word singing

In the middle of the night.

Poetry sings what no one cries.

Poetry slips in between the covers of the facts. 

 

Josephine told me

The astronauts did

Take a spider with them.

She died there

In the spaceship.

Her net wouldn’t hold

In the weightless air.

 

Josephine told me

From her hospital bed

When she could not read or walk.

 

But she still sang poems

In the middle of the night.

Sang between the covers

Of her body

Retreating

To the weightless air.

 spider web painting

 

spider web: painting by Cyrille Jubert

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/weightless/”>Weight(less)</a&gt;

 

 

Published by ahiggins2013

poet, birder, senior citizen, cancer survivor, Catholic sister. Eight books of poetry published: At the Year’s Elbow, Mellen Poetry Press 2000; Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky, Plain View Press 2007; chapbooks: Pick It Up and Read, Finishing Line Press 2008, How the Hand Behaves, Finishing Line Press 2009, Digging for God, Wipf and Stock 2010, Vexed Questions, Aldrich Press 2013, Reconnaissance, Texture Press 2014, and Life List, Finishing Line Press, 2015.

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