Carolina Moon (1952)

Sang av The Chordettes

Buzz Aldrin på månen (1969)

Fotografi av Neil Armstrong

Månen i "Bjørnen i det Blå Huset" (1997-2006)

Chang'e

Viktig gudinne i kinesisk mytologi. Hun dukket først opp i Guicang, som ble skrevet under Zhou-dynastiet. I følge myten drakk hun en stjålet livseleksir og flyktet fra mannen sin for å herske over månen. Med seg hadde hun kaninen sin, og ellers i kinesisk tro finner vi myter om en kanin og en frosk på månen. Dette har også spredt seg til Japan. I følge kinesisk tro er det en allegorisk sammenheng mellom froskens tre livsstadier og månens vekst. Chang´ e ga også navnet til det kinesiske måneutforskningsprogrammet. 

The Moon

Av Jorge Luis Borges

History tells us that in such time past

when so many real, imaginary

and doubtful things took place,

one man conceived the unwieldy

Plan of ciphering the universe

in one book and, infinitely rash,

built his high and mighty manuscript,

shaping and declaiming the final line.

But when about to praise his luck,

he lifted up his eyes, and saw

a burnished disk upon the air; startled,

he realized he'd left out the moon.

Though contrived, this little story

might well exemplify the mischief

that involves us all who take on

the job of turning real life into words.

Always the essential thing gets lost. That's

one rule holds true of every inspiration.

Nor will this résumé of my long

association with the moon escape it.

I don't know when I saw it first—

if in the sky prior to the doctrine

of the Greek, or in the evening darkening over

the patio with the fig tree and the well.

As they say, this unpredictable life

can be, among other things, quite beautiful.

That's how it was the evening we looked

at you, she and I—oh, shared moon!

Better than real nighttime moons, I can

recall the moons of poetry: the bewitched

dragon moon that thrills one in the ballad,

and, of course, Quevedo's bloody moon.

Then there was that other blood-red moon

John wrote of in his book of dreadful

prodigies and terrifying jubilees;

still other moons are clearer, silvery.

Pythagoras (according to one tradition)

used blood to write upon a mirror,

and men read it by reflection

in that other mirror called the moon.

There's an iron forest where a huge wolf

lives whose strange fate is

to knock the moon down and murder it

when the last dawn reddens the sea.

(This is well known in the prophetic North;

also, that on that day the ship made out

of all the fingernails of the dead will spread

a poison on the world's wide-open seas.)

When in Geneva or in Zurich once, luck

had it I too should become a poet,

it imposed on me, as on the rest, the secret

duty to define the moon.

By dint of scrupulous study,

I rang all the modest changes

under the lively apprehension that Lugones

might have used my amber or my sand.

As for exotic marble, smoke, cold snow—

these were for moons that lit up verses

never destined, in truth, to attain

the difficult distinction of typography.

I thought the poet such a man

as red Adam was in Paradise—

he gave everything its true,

precise, still unknown name.

Ariosto taught me that living in

the doubtful moon are all dreams,

the unattainable, lost time, all possibles

or impossibles (they're pretty much the same).

Apollodorus showed me the magic

shadow of triform Diana;

Hugo disclosed its golden sickle;

an Irishman his tragic moon of black.

So, while I was poking in this mine

of moons out of mythologies,

along it came, around the corner:

the celestial moon of every day.

Among the words, I know there's only

one for remembering or imagining it.

For me the secret is to use the word

humbly. And the word is—moon.

Now I don't dare stain its immaculate

appearance with one vain image.

I see it as indecipherable, daily

and apart from all my writing.

I know the moon, or the word moon,

is a character created for

the complex inditing of the rare

thing we all are, multiple and unique.

It's one of the symbols which fate

or chance gave man so that

one day in a glorious blaze, or agony,

he'd learn to write his own true name.

—Translated by EDWIN HONIG

I Want! I Want! av William Blake (1793)

The Distance of the Moon (1965)

Novelle av Italo Calvino

(En av mine favoritter!!!)

Un Voyage dans la Lune (1902)

Fransk film regissert av Georges Méliès som regnes som verdens første science fiction film, og den eldste filmen nevnt i boken "1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die". Basert på bøkene:

En ferd til månen (1865)

Bok av Jules Verne

De første menneskene på månen (1901)

Bok av H. G. Wells 

(Om denne boken skrev Jules verne: "Jeg holder meg til vitenskapelige kjensgjerninger. Han fantaserer. Jeg drar til Månen i en kule skutt ut av en kanon. Det er ikke noe fantastisk i det. Han drar til Mars (sic!) i et lufskip (sic!) som han konstruerer av et metall som strider med tyngdeloven. Det er vel og bra, men vis meg dette metallet. La ham produsere det!")

Un Voyage dans la Lune (2012)

Album av den franske duoen Air, som låner et stillbilde fra den tidligere nevnte filmen med samme navn i sitt albumcover.

Photograph of the Moon. By A Lunatic (1870-tallet)

Stereografi av William H. Mason

Myten om Endymion (400-tallet f.vt)

Fra gresk mytologi. Omtalt av mange, blant annet Apollonius av Rhodos. 

Månegudinnen Selene forelsker seg i den unge gjetergutten Endymion og får oppfylt sitt ønske om å forhekse ham til en evig ungdommelig søvn hvor hun hver natt kan besøke ham.

Endymion (1872)

Oljemaleri av George Frederic Watts

The Man in the Moone: or a Discourse of a Voyage thither by Domingo Gonsales (1638)

Bok av Francis Godwins 

Månestein

En type feltspat som i følge sagn er en dråpe størknet månelys

Taketori Monogatari (fortellingen om bambushoggeren)

Et av de eldste folkeeventyrene i Japan. Forteller om en barnløs bambushogger som finner en prinsesse inne i en bambusstilk, og som oppdrar henne før hun. omsider reiser tilbake til månen.