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ASTRONAUTS CERTAIN OF SHUTTLE'S SAFETY

By JOHN NOBLE WILFORD, SPECIAL TO THE NEW YORK TIMES (NYT) 505 words
Published: January 24, 1981

HOUSTON, Jan. 23 -The astronauts who are to fly the first orbital test mission of the space shuttle Columbia said here today that they had confidence that the new space plane was flightworthy, despite its years of development problems, and that they would be ''140 percent trained'' by the launching day.

The three-day, 36-orbit mission is scheduled to begin March 17 from the Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral, Fla. Though a delay in the launching would not be a surprise because of the tight schedule for remaining preparations, John W. Young, the mission commander, reported that ''progress at the Cape is going super.''

Mr. Young and Capt. Robert L. Crippen of the Navy, the pilot, today held their last formal news conference before the mission after completing a successful rehearsal of their flight from liftoff to landing at the Johnson Space Center here. The astronauts worked round the clock in a computerized simulator, which they operated in conjunction with flight directors in Mission Control as they would the Columbia on the real mission.

The two astronauts have been in training three years for the oftendelayed first flight of the shuttle. They have spent more than 1,600 hours in the mission simulator and, as Mr. Young pointed out, that was more time in full-scale simulation than astronauts had in flight time during the entire 10-mission Gemini program in the mid-1960's.

''If there's a vehicle we can have confidence in, it's this one,'' Mr. Young said, answering questions about the risks of flying the first time in the trouble-plagued space plane. ''We obviously think it's safe.'' Agrees on Canceled Test

Mr. Young added that he agreed with the decision of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration to forgo a preliminary unmanned test flight, which had been the practice in previous manned programs. Such a flight, he said, could have added $500 million to project costs and delayed the program at least a year.

Captain Crippen said it was possible that flight problems could cut short the mission's three-day duration. He said that the least hint of important malfunctions would prompt a decision to return to earth immediately.

But Captain Crippen observed that ''going up and coming down are certainly the most critical phases of the flight,'' so that achievement alone would go a long way toward meeting most of the mission's objectives.

If this first shuttle flight is relatively flawless and there are no major repairs required on the huge winged vehicle, the plan is to send Columbia on its next mission in August. That would be the first time a vehicle has ever flown into and out of space more than once.

Next week the astronauts expect to continue simulation training and to test their pressurized space suits and supporting equipment that would be used in the event they have to go outside their cabin during the flight.


 


THE DAILY JOURNAL VANPOEM
 

As One Put Naked Into a Cigarette Boat

Continue chiding, since it's part of the new aesthetic,
and parcel to our coming home, as if
we'd disappeared into the burning bush
that calls to those who sit vacantly in parlors
awaiting a fate freighted with song and dance.
I stroll while staring and raging
with difficulty at the stubborn sky.

On my honor I step a little distance
from behind the curtain, only to disappear
the moment no birds sing, which occurs frequently.
Leaves dustier than furniture, the sound
of sleeping grating through the cosmos,
my footstool, my only talisman.
It's been real, arguing on your behalf.
Gray cobweb shadow, falling, floundering,
finding a place to not be shy and think
boldly about the oldness of beauty, a place
to rest its weary insubstantial head.

It may be that I stand on the threshold
of the checkout line, unsure of what
to be impulsive about, which momentous emptiness
to spontaneously identify my alienation with,
what kind of languor to slide into

before being reduced to grubbing for credentials,
locked in that tumid late-afternoon skin,
effervescing in its sea of dreams.
And all the things hearkening back to it,
the boat ride to breaker beach
there at the end of one world
where it paid to rage at the stammering waves
that kicked and screamed solely for my benefit,
staged objections to the inexorable fact of me.

Look: I've installed a turnstile in my kitchen,
so your picture-postcard of desolation has no power over me.
In this doggy-dog world land is made motionless
and the broads are standing on the wharves
with some of that sipping whisky on those silver trays,
which we'd be a bear to pass up. You speak
of the old gods who've washed up on shore,
but I don't see them, don't hear their hue and cry,
though their maze awaits us, will amaze us.
Here, let me get this little rock out of my damn shoe.
Then we can talk about paddling off to parts unknown.

 
Van Foreman
 
 

 


 

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