Aries 21° (April 11)

Today I have to go back and regroup on the Pisces stuff I wrote and circle back around to Aries again such that, in the next six days, I have absolute completed drafts of all our books for the year ahead. I’m in the process of taking inventory of what I’ve said about each of the twenty-four sex-signs since I wrote Sextrology; and what new avenues I can open in the exploration of the signs and the people born under them. That’s the goal. Then I’m going to move into the search for material in the Cosmic Blague mines or vaults (a very Scorpio notion). None of the above happened. Instead I messed around all afternoon. I did write this though:

Year on year I reach out to you in hopes of even the vaguest form of reconciliation. As so many of my friends have become your friends over the years I’m often asked: “Why do you and Billy not speak?” It’s a difficult question to answer. It isn’t because of my confronting you about doing drugs in the Zipper Factory dressing room (when it was no longer ours but the next act’s) plus your going around Stell and me to get a gig there because that blew over and we were friendly(ish) for years after that (case in point the below exchange).

I mean the real answer is because you broke off all connection when I texted you to say “I’d like to punch you in the nose” when I heard you had brought heroin to turn on Nath Ann and Vivian. By the way Vivian didn’t tell me that (Viv did NOT want Stella and I to know it originally) but it was a mutual friend of JVB’s and ours who did tell us (much to Viv’s consternation). I know that later it became an anecdotal piece of entertainment but at the time I did not think it was funny and I was severely pissed at you (given my own experience with your more “pushing” inclinations).

But I don’t tell our mutual friends THAT either when they ask because the true story involves other people. So what do I tell them? Mostly: You’ll have to ask Billy. The truth is neither Stella nor I ever did anything to you but call you out on bad behavior. I know I’m not perfect and I could have handled things more delicately. But we never did anything to hurt you. In fact, we did everything to help you dating back: introducing you our NYC friends, giving you a computer, giving you clothes,  making you meals, paying you for even the smallest rehearsal (mainly as a conceit),and  promoting your talents  which you have by the bucketful, to everyone we knew

To my mind you found the smallest excuse you could to dump us as friends and I must admit I found it VERY hurtful at the time. But me being me I guess, I still reach out, pretty much annually, to try and repair what can be repaired and you just ignore me. The definition of insanity being what it is it’s probably crazy to think I’ll hear back from you. Maybe you can at least provide a better answer to the question: Why it is we do not speak?

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Aries 20° (April 10)

I read yesterday’s entry and it pains me and I cringe at the same time. It’s so obvious how hurt I am but really I just sound bitter. But, even for that, I must forgive myself. I am not perfect or blameless in most situations but if one stays in the hurt nothing will ever change; by the same token I think it is important to be vulnerable and honest about ones feelings. If I were any kind of dimestore guru (which I am half the time), I would mask my vulnerabilities. Blame is the premier sympton thereof. Good for Virgo. I am starting to feel some kind of flow on the book writing side of things. Anyway t’will all be fine; we shall make it so. I have already been the bigger person. I always forgive. I’m the one who reaches out with the olive branch always, even to a fault. So I really don’t have anything to feel bad about. Everybody has there reasons for doing the stupid things that they do. And when it comes to Taurus people, for instance, it always comes down to vanity and vaingloriousness. I’ve always loved that word. I think I take this opportunity to know what I know, to keep my head low (i.e. power through) and stop worrying about the world around me. I will continue to reach out and send love and all the rest of it; I needn’t mind what comes back. This is something a Libra must learn.

Anyway I woke up at 3:14 this morning after going to bed at nearly 11, but instead of just lying there I got up to get out of me what was keeping me awake. I already feel better although it is two and one-half hours later and here I am, still, having written a mere paragraph. Little matter. My head is getting sorted, between sneaks online for whether Melisandre will return to Winterfell or random listings on Zillow. The birds started in at 4:30 and now the cars are revving up on the road. I heard a fisher cat last night and I awoke from a dream about two ferocious felines on the bit of lawn between our old house and barn, which I had two cross, with two companions, one of whom was S., I believe, and one a younger girl, blonde I think. I ushered them along as I kept the big cats at bay with I think a towel or a blanket. It was clear I was going to be attacked by these animals and clawed and gnawed to death so I woke up. The cats were tabby I remembered in the bathroom which immediately recalled visiting a friend with two domestic versions.

Maybe I was somehow traumatized by that trip? I don’t think so, although it could be a sadness over missing our house as our visit was to a friend’s new abode. That friend had once visited us at ours, some twelve or so years ago, so perhaps that is the dream code on that one cracked. Not so deep after all. Anyway, my dreams have been crazy vivid of late; and I’m going to chalk that up to a bunch of things, a certain positive withdrawal from toxic relationships and my self-deriving thoughts on that and any number of subjects. I don’t know folks. What can I say? It helps to write these things down and, really, to be writing my way toward my successes. I have a pretty clear grasp of what should happen these next few years. And, one way or another, I will not only survive or succeed, I will surpass my own expectations (which are the only ones that truly matter).

Already today we had a meeting about business structure in regard to budget flow; a reconceptualizing of the consultancy moving forard; and a bit of creative brainstorming on overall design of both the company and the collection, on the product end. And I’ve also made a realistic schedule for getting things in motion on the new book proposal I’m working on and subsequent roll-out info. It’s still so early in the morning and if I can spend the next two hours rejigging some of the book chapter introductions for next year’s horoscopes then you, Dear Reader will be the first to see that. Dare I say this process might actually end up being a bit of fun?

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Aries 19° (April 9)

I want to get my brain around a sort of list of priorities to discuss with our agent without overwhelming her because there is so much to do on that score. For starters I should look at the emails I would have sent to Tim B. regarding numbers and such; and to get an idea of where we are to date in terms of sales. Also we should discuss the Haute Astrology books and the prospect of making a deal for them. I want to talk about Sextrology and what can be figured out on the scroe—an inventory of all our foreign markets, plus the notion of updating (new edition) for HC. Hope all is well and looking forward…I want to go through all the notes, and sort of take, first a managing editor’s approach to the proposal, deciding what physical blocks should remain, move around or be removed altogether (we can decide what removed bits become fodder for the sample content and what should be totally cut).

The goal would be to get the proposal bit itself, then, in prime shape, start to finish, for presentation along with what will become the sample material. We would like to turn that bit around rather quickly. When it comes to the creation of sample material it will have to enter a bit of a queue as we have a number of projects currently in process that we would like to finish before giving complete focus to creating the sample content. We are going to look at our schedules and make a conservative determination. It might take a little time because, instead of saying any old thing, I think we will really take the opportunity, in the process of writing the sample chapter, to truly map out, as best we can at the onset, what might truly comprise the full range of marks we plan to hit in all the chapters, perhaps down to sidebar details and so forth, and be a bit circumspect in the process of creating would-be sample content instead of drafting what might be more like could-be sample content. To be more deliberate so to pave the way, creating more inroads, into speeding the plough on what will be the actual book-writing process.

Today (the day I’m writing this not the day listed above) has been another painful one. But the pain is put in my way so to transcend it. There are certain individuals that have passed through my life and caused me a lot of agita; and they have somehow converged within a large slice of a certain population where I once found community. One of the situations entails a very ill sycophant who over a decade ago used me as a stepping stone to meet certain people—the other was an old friend with a sadistic streak who gaslit me up the wazzoo. Somehow the worlds which they two entities inhabited became one and it would seem the gaslighting has become something akin to that green stuff they lit aflame in whatever episode that was of Game of Thrones, which is an ironic reference I didn’t even think I was making because there are people involved with that show who pepper this conversation.

But what is a person to do. I’m not the kind to try and defend myself against bogus slings and arrows. I’m the rise-above-it kind on this planet who will forgo friendships rather than fight for them. I cannot dignify such scenarios where the mercenary have thrown me under the bus; if people want to believe I’m the bad guy in such cases I will certainly let them. It’s just the way I am and what I do. I will always seek the higher grand and bid good riddance to old baggage. Still it hurts when you have to do it. There is no avoiding that. In one instance the sycophant gave my friend (to whom I was that stepping stone) heroin. This made me so furious because this bad apple had once tried to feed me anough percocet on which would could overdose. He’s a pusher, that’s what he is. And instead of running for the hills my other friend tried the fucking heroin.

Meanwhile I had been so furious when I heard (from yet another mutual friend that pushy pusherson and brought this friend a vial of death that I texted the sycophant and said I rather tame and metaphoric “I’d like to punch you in the nose” for giving so-and-so drugs like that. I became the bad guy. Meanwhile the friend who took the pushing once told me, when I politely asked if he minded my contacting a musician friend with whom he previously worked, to fill in for a gig that he would be very hurt. Well this sychophantic pusher (who is trying to collect famous friends, you see) was once a musician friend of ours who pulled a major fast one on us, which the other friend knew about; and yet that didn’t prevent this friend from succombing to the worship of said sycophant. If you could follow all that you deserve a medal. Anyway, I will get over all this in the end. I’m already over it. And they can all have each other (in the end, I realize, they all vibrate at a very low level despite appearances on social media); and I suppose I am more saddened to learn that the friend I thought was better than all that really isn’t.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Aries 18° (April 8)

Breakdown: Today is our wedding anniversary. It’s thirty years. And neither of us seem to want to celebrate in any kind of grand way. I know we are private people and make nary a fuss about ourselves but honestly it is a very big deal. I haven’t really been in a celebratory head, strangely, feeling rather strung out and stretched thin by self-imposed busy work that constitutes getting a jump on things for the year. But I am rounding one particular bend now and it can be very painful to do so—writing is a blessing and a curse. Because there is no particular thing on the agenda I don’t feel like complicating matters here by trying to dredge up subjects to survey. I have enough on my plate to send me into nervous overload if not another word that might make for a scary pairing.

It might be cool to start the show on the subject of writing a new book. (Maybe I should write about Gemini woman. She is such a complex character and one which represents both the gift and the deal. That everything happens all at once in life. That’s one of the truisms.) And how I had to write and do all these things simultaneously and how I started getting strange neurological symptoms. That I had stopped working with outside “agencies” which literally was tantoumount to outsourcing my own. That publishing took the hit in 08 and 09; we had book deals and a design business and gigs writing horoscopes for silly money all kinds of places, and within a span of a year or so, most of those gigs dried up, our partners in the design business pulled out, publishers cancelled deals, and we had to grab onto whatever freelance flotsam we could to remain afloat, which we did en route to reclaiming said agency. Ari Emanuel gives Charlize Theron your book and she wants to make a TV show out of it and there are meetings and agents connecting us with writers and then a year goes by before you realize that Charlize and you have been told them same lie: That the other one of you wants to do a scripted show only while, for both parties, the opposite was true: we wanted to do a reality show. And you never know why WME lies to you both but when you broach the subject you’re dubbed some kind of problem child that was fun. Meanwhile you’re on talk shows and your new book has come out and there is hope but it definitely doesn’t seem to float.

But you’re you and you never fail so you pull at your bootstraps in a most Yankee fashion and you shake your Scarlett O’Hara fist to the heavens, while munching on a root vegetable, that you will never be in this position again. And you sit down and decide, right, we are going to do everything ourselves. And for starters we’re going to focus on the core of this enterprise and that is helping people, consulting them, and experiencing a hands-on rewarding process of making a real difference in others lives. And you say screw those magazines that no longer pay you to write horoscopes or features and you do it anyway, offering it up, free, for several years, to your readers. And you just forget agents and managers and lawyers—who needs them. If somebody wants a book from you they will one day organically, without effort, come into your live and tell you they are already a fan. And if you really want to relaunch your design business than others will invest in your doing that. Meanwhile you love to perform and help other artists make their way; so you start a non-profit and produce festivals and performances series and for nearly a decade you will do this because it feeds your soul. And then you wake up one day and all those things that fell away suddenly, and simultaneously, come back, greenlighted into your life and here you are a little bit overwhelmed. But that’s okay.

Because you will work your way through the miasma. And you will prioritize—first things first—and you will chip away, chip away, and sculpt your own multi-faceted Michaelangelo creation, from the inside-out. I’m going to spend this week mapping out all I want mapped out. I will have notes on how to restructure one of the proposal’s I’m putting out and can get that part sorted and have a new draft of the proposal proper by the end of the first week in May, realistically. And then spend the next three weeks writing the sample material. That means that between “now” and mid-May, I will have already scoured a good portion of the Blagues for material while making comment as to constitute new Blague. I’ve said things like this before but the process keeps needing to be refined as we merrily troll along.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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Aries 17° (April 7)

Something broke long ago in a place I can’t get to. And I spend my life trying to repair it. The truth is that I have to write the next twenty Blagues sort of all at one over the next six days. It’s like this: I got very busy with a number of projects and travel and a bunch of things hitting me all at once; and so I am now sitting here with an outline of twenty days mapped out here, dates with blank blocks, wanting to be filled in over the course of the next several days. And as I write I will let emerge some semblance of a new To Do list which I will also try to map out as I go such that I can leave the month of April feeling like a very functional person indeed. I’d like to use the month of May as a very purely creative (writing and otherwise) time. Returning to my springtime farmers hours, when I can go upstairs to my office (without freezing off body parts), where, traditionally, the true magic happens. I love the early mornings most, working from five to eight, then heading off for a walk or a yoga class the aftermath of which will take on through lunch. And then another work session in the afternoon and then maybe another outing before dinner. I am so fortunate to be in a place, literally and figuratively speaking, where I can do that. The trick is to be healthy and ahead of the proverbial eightball, always.

Budget should support lifestyle just as the opposite is true. In any case, I hope I you’ll help me get my legs as Afterglow’s Treasurer in 2019 while we continue to grow. We had our most successful Oberon series to date and there will be a fifth one with an expanded program. Also I have begun the fundraising process for Glow “A Moveable Festival” because I think that is our future. I raised $700 at an event in Boston for the new venture and will likely take the year to secure enough venues in New England to create a “circuit” for our artists. With Provincetown changing so much, and with venues being torn down and built up, and all kinds of jockeying, I can’t predict the festival proper’s exact future—though I will always endeavor represent the festival in whatever form I may—I still need to diversify. And my focus with Glow fundraising will be large (corporate) donations.

It hurts my heart a bit today (today, being relative) to think about my childhood. There is nobody with whom I come in contact who shares any kind of understanding and that is an incredibly lonely feeling sometimes. I’ll come across New Yorkers going on about Asbury Park when that town was part of my everyday life, summers, from 1971 until the late 1990s in one form or another. Far more, really than where I actually “grew up”, in Wyckoff New Jersey, where I lived year-round from 1972 to 1981, the year that marked my going off to college. My parents never wasted any time, really, yanking certain experiences—people, places or things—from my life. I say my parents but really I mean my father. To assemble the stories of my life might actually be therapeutic. I know performing them would be. But I really truly do feel that I am finally getting there in that process. All I need do is front-load my own story every day. And that means so many things.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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Aries 16° (April 6)

I can’t say that I have combatted all fear but I am doing my best. And I have clawed my way out of the latest rabbit hole. And I’m happy that things are going as well as they are despite the fact that I am in full acknowledgment of my dark side. Fitting that I’ve been watching the new season of Sabrina which is itself fabulously dark. I have to rip the band-aid off on pretty much everything in the coming days and let myself receive NO(s) for an answer.

I’m happy for JCM’s new podcast, the origins of which are rooted in Afterglow. I’m smart. Smarter than most. And I’m also a verifed psychic. Something which can easly backfire. I only have about fifty minutes to write a ton and I’m going to do it. By employing this new trick I learned. Well, I taught myself. Writing short sentences. Which itself tends to release ideas. So it’s not really a trick for filling up some post out of quantifiable obligation, but it is a qualatitive tool as well. I think about how we would have tests in school in  44 minute class. Remember being bored in class only to remember now that it was 44 minutes. I want to remember every hour of every day I ever spent. I feel so much of my life has been unnaturally ordered. I mean and now I’m suddenly fucked because like some dumb student in class I just sat here on my ass and hands not writing anything. Does this paragraph look chunky enough?

And I wonder, now, too, if I can say something, anything, interesting. I think I can: I have gotten a number of people sober. That’s a bad construction of a sentence but it is the only way it makes sense. I type and erase the next sentence. I wonder why people are so vast and unbecoming and then revel in the off- amazing contact. There is a divine being lying back staring at the ceiling and I wonder what s/he wants. Is it me? Am I capable of transcendence. Is there alchemy and are those who pretend to be really really. S. and I read Madame Blavatsky tonight and it was it’s usual tangle of starting out comprehensible and then going places that were head scratching. And where no amount of scratching, probably, would help. I’m going to Greece this year. And I have to make all new appointments before and aft. You don’t know what that means. Let’s put it this way. I will be days behind no matter what I do.

My neck keeps cracking and not in a good way. Today people told me they would give me answers and they haven’t. I am a warlock with power I don’t use. I will unlock/leash only when I feel in the best possible place because I want it to benefit people. I flash back to sitting in the tiny kitchen in my childhood apartment in Jersey City, staring out the window, in the midst of the hippie movement and feeling the mantle of love ( I think the movement was sending out) descend upon me. The memory is pink meets yellow light and gorgeous and lovely. There were Peter Max illustrated star-sign posters in the Post or Daily News. It was the age of Aquarius and Andy Warhol. And I had plastic stop-sign pillows. I will have to spend some hours in my sleepless nights writing the rest of this as I am metaphorically possessed by some demon right now that wants me not to have good relations with people or to get anything done.

If I were any kind of astrologer I would lead with the cosmic language of the day. Maybe I’ll get to that tomorrow.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Aries 15° (April 5)

I really don’t know what went on today. What I do know is that things are complicated, psychologically. There are Skype calls with friends. There are trips to stores. There is the hiding of facts and the functioning of bad habits. Dysfunctioning, I think I should say. I don’t feel obliged to paint a rosey picture, why would I. I am an honest warlock if nothing else and things have not been going great around here, and mainly due to me. I’m a complex and complicated (they are not the same) being. I have much in the way of accumulated hurt and resentment. I have sangfroid and fomo and an inferiority complex that sees me continually strike up relationships with people who seek worship and are incapable of reciprocation. I have decades of the worst family drama your ears have ever heard and then the sudden end (death of parents and total cut-off estrangement of sibling, by choice—the thought of ever seeing that being again fills me with horror).  I write thousands and thousands of words a day. I am also my own cleaner, cook and overall handy man. And then I have an entire business, no, sorry, three businesses I run. And I’m about to chuck everything and take a deep dive into solely one (plus a dovetailing two) enterprise(s).

The rest will seem crazy but it is taken from talks this day on social media:

We will find out that Bernie Sanders is a Russian asset. Mark my words.you ask a psychic for facts? lol. no: as i said: he won’t show tax returns, he is now doing Fox News Rally, he never shows up to vote in Senate, he and Jill Stein divided the vote to keep Hillary from office. That is all. totally serious. I think both Bernie Sanders (who barely shows up and hardly ever votes in Senate and won’t reveal his tax returns and is now doing Fox News Rally) and Jill Stein as Maureen McCarron points out are both on the Russian payroll.Why did Bernie abstain in vote against sanctions against Deripaska (Russian oligarch) wake up people. Bernie divided the vote on purpose. Staying in the race. BS so obvious. and paradoxically that’s what they bet on. paradox. doing things that our rational minds would conceive of as improbable. but not. we are wise. we are awake.

We are watching. and we are ready. CASE IN POINT: GO TO ANY NAYSAYER’S (OF THIS POSTS’S0 PROFILE AND YOU WILL FIND THEY ARE BOTS. BOTS BOTS not even sophsticated enough not to “react” to the words Bernie Sanders” before understanding the context. BAM BITCHES CASE IN POINT: GO TO ANY NAYSAYER’S (OF THIS POSTS’S0 PROFILE AND YOU WILL FIND THEY ARE BOTS. BOTS BOTS not even sophsticated enough not to “react” to the words Bernie Sanders” before understanding the context. BAM BITCHES irst of all: I am a fucking psychic and not by choice but I’ve come to accept it and keep my mouth shut around your wives, boyfriends, husbands and girlfriends (for starters). Second: every one of you that denounces this post is blind and not like Tiresias who at least gained the second sight that is a gift and a curse.

I want a Woman. I’m sick to death of men and old men I’m sorry to be ageist but that’s how I feel. Call it self-loathing I don’t give a fuck. I have been “over affectionate” myself in this life and this Biden BS is just that. So let’s stop talking about the mayor and Beto (uch, sorry, personal feels). I want Elizabeth or Kamala or Stacy in no specific order. Although I think Stacy should get Senate. And EW should be our president with Kamala as VEEP and we look at 16 effing years.

Trump, Epstein, cronies are human traffickers. And all the girls separated from their parents at the border are product. Look into his eyes (if you can stand it); he is purest evil. Because we who are good can’t conceive of such evil, we imagine others can’t be as bad as they are. He is the baddest, the worst, the most craven of beings; and he’s in the White House. All that said, I trust in the powers of Good and it will all come round right in the end. We need to send Sabrina to Washington.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Aries 14° (April 4)

The men will soon appear. The place for the barn has been set just one hundred feet or so back and to the side of the house. Castor peers through the mud room window at the dew glistening blue on the grass. At that moment a coyote slinks through the yard all apologetically side glancing. There are no bunnies about. A yellow flicker is heard rapidly pummeling the iron cap on the chimney—it sounds like a mechanical, not a natural thing—wow this is hard. He is missing something but not sure what. Is it Jenny? Marcus? Childhood? No answer comes. He pads outside, the brick step like ice on his bare feet, but the air warm under the cold and floral. He sneezes. And some thought goes from his mind. He grabs the bucket and heads into the inner garden through the arch of unblossomed wisteria through the field of would-be wild flowers and down the path that separates the Wildes from the Woods.

The first thing you do, when you think you’re having a stroke, is to delete your history. The thought of being dead and knowing that people might see what you were up to online. I say people because I don’t have family. We maybe will tackle that later—this is a workshop so I’m not sure which possible avenues I’ll choose yet. And also part of this performance is about letting things that occur to me occur to me and I know that sounds artsy fartsy but you see I am a natural psycic which scared me in my youth, as it did my mother in hers. I am squandering my gifts. Certain spates of time can be characterized as epochs wherein little bits of your soul get bitten off. When you’re young you have a lot of soul to lose; but when you get to be d’un certain age and all is beyond not ahead of you, well, you’re pretty threadbare when it comes to affording any further loss of that elemental self. And there are other certain times in life (like now) when one feels close to that entropic erosion, as redundant as that word pairing might be.

I was reared (told they were geniuses of our age) on Gertrude Stein and Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Kandinsky and Mondrian and Miro. Nowadays I deal with cabaret stars who think they are geniuses and perhaps they are. I’ve always thought it and underrated medium. In 1985 I was moving to Paris and fantasized about singing new songs in an old style as a vocalist called Pan; some version of that fantasy did not not come to pass. I also thought I’d have four kids (I even had the names picked out); or that I would have a crepe truck (thirty years before food trucks were a thing); but what I ended up doing was not what I ended up doing and, then again, very much so. We had a lot to do this week; and I was not my best self. Spring does that to me every year; I tend to go a bit cuckoo. But now I have to get it all together and make sure I am hitting my marks with ease, joy, precision and a sense of unfolding. The Irish got it right with there let the road rise to meet you concept. Life on life’s terms, letting it meet you half way. That’s the proverbial ticket.

I’m most proud of Taylor Mac for mounting an original Broadway show. That is just something so fantastic. I’m proud of all my friends doing any number of things like one-offs and podcasts and one-offs; but I’m most proud of this major work by a friend-artist. Taylor always goes big or goes home and I have never known him to go home. Ever. If you can believe it Taylor was in the first ever show we ever ever (did I say ever) did back in March of 2005. I had just been at the other Kripalu which we call Crapola. And when I got back I shook my Scarlett O’Hara to the heavens and said as gods are my witness I will never not be on a stage again. So I forced my way into the cabaret scene with our little Cosmic Cabaret show in Chelsea at a placed called Elmo. It was a great show. We in some ways did more with that show then we had with any since—it was a series of shows based on the signs—the first ever one being called The Rage of Aquarius. Kenny Mellman and Rachelle Garniez and Raquel Cion and the Cucumbers, John and Deena, were in it. And even Richard fucking Barone directed it. Anyway, in it began the storyline we didn’t follow through about me being “the runt quintuplet” found days later. Skulking in the corner of the womb. Anyway I did a search for this phrase on my computer just now and what came up, or fell out, was this whole big two-person play about us and being truklus and going to Camp Blavatsky, all of which was based on semi fictional stuff. This was before we met Matt Ray and focused exclusively on music.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Aries 13° (April 3)

Well I cheated a bit yesterday by including an old to-do list in the Blague entry. But I had to remind myself of what is ahead these next few months. It is such a lot of work that I do non-profit, and I notice, this year, that my relationship to what’s in store has changed. That is to say that my actual brain chemistry seems altered, comparatively, in the face of the same task. I know that I am need of a total rehabilitation of spirit. I have been running, running, running and now I am doing so on empty. I know it won’t be easy this time around but it will be most crucial. Anyway I was thinking of the end of a certain summer, in my salad days spent at the Jersey shore. We had a large house in what now strikes me as a city by the sea, compared to the more rural setting in which I’ve lived these last twenty years (twenty years!) on Cape Cod. That very first day, sometimes post hurricane, the very first days of September, right before having to pack up and head north to school, the weather would one day shift. It would have been scorchingly hot for a fortnight and maybe with no more fanfare than a brief thunder storm, the wind would change direction. You might be sitting on a beach and see tiny tornadoes ripping through people’s “blankets”, a term used to describe the entire estate any one person or group thereof would bring to the beach. Little cyclones of dried seaweed and shreds of candy wrapper.

“It’s Billy weather,” my dear mother would say. I don’t know how she knew this because it was true. I also don’t know how she knew to say it, as if I had been alive for hundreds of years with a documented track record of my liking a sudden hint of autumn, a foreshadowing, in what might even still be late August. I would don a wool sweater, typically hunter green or navy blue, with glee, either over a red or blue or green pinstriped button color shirt or tee or sometimes directly against my allergic sunkissed skin. The scratchiness was a sacrfice to fashion or some preppy social construct. I think about that day. That day which probably only happened once and yet “Billy weather” would indicate a recurring pattern. It baffles me. Like it baffles me that, when going to study abroad in Grenoble, my mother gifted me a going away present of Joyce’s Ulysses she inscribed with the words “From one Irishman to another in France.” Did she read Ulysses? I doubt it. Did she know a lot about Joyce or just that he was Irish with a thing for France. I will never know. Why didn’t I ask?

These are the things that run through ones mind in the middle of a sleepless night. I think of Castor Wilde lying wide eyed nearby some centuries ago listening to the screams of the fisher cats and owl hoots in the night in a dark so dark and terrifying until the clock struck four allowing certian comfort to set in. I think about his cotton nightshirt, soaked at the collar, and the herbal scent he exudes. This is something he and I share. We seem to give off an air of eucalyptus for no known reason. He gives up hope on sleeping and flings himself afoot. He walks on air to avoid the creaking floor and witches stair down to the tiny square patch of landing at the front door flanked along its sides with thin columns of pained glass windows through its beveled whichness he spies a fawn nibbling on the wild strawberries in their patch of white and yellow blossoms. This is the place he is and always has been.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Aries 12° (April 2)

I recently skinned my knee and elbow. My elbow especially was very bad indeed. And yet neither the knee or elbow of my trousers or jumper (I know but I felt like it) were affected…effected…damn I can never get straight that distinction. Of all the dueling words of that nature they are the most overlapping I find. I was looking for this grand to-do list I made about what has to happen when in planning the festival but I couldn’t find it so I have to keep writing. I was going to just paste it in. I might look again. Actually I found something which isn’t what I was looking for but it will have to suffice. It is years old and makes reference to the old venue but you know what it’s enough to get my brain in gear for what I have to do this coming season.

Afterglow Works

Contract Venue

Engage Artists—Contract Artists

Engage Hotel

Secure Ferry Sponsourship

Secure Graphic Artist

Hotel and Train on Hold

Design Logo new Colorway

Update Website

Ask Rick If He Wants To Sponsor Artists

Design Names Poster

Collect Artist Info and Separate into Tickets + Aftists

Collect Artist photographs including hi res for posters.

Create ticket list for Crown

Postcard new format 3.5 x 8.5

Projection Slide and Street Banner

11 x 17 Names Poster also designed for 2×3 foot

Who will be liquor sponsor for big posters?

Sponsor and VSB Logo

ALL THE WHILE FUNDRAISING

Create collateral for General Fundraising—Sponsorships—as well as Missionary Sponsorship and Sparkler—General, New, Returning, Missionary, Afterglow 100

Add the Oberon Series and the Boston Globe to these. Play up Joes. Series at Joes

Find the Yearly Roster and The Sponsorship Mailer

Make better use of Mad Mimi

Foster Mailing List

Create a Schedule for Promoting Artists.

Write a Press Release for the Festival/Roster

Postcards Everywhere

Book Train and Ferry/ Create

Create bi-weekly Newsletter

Get Tech Requirements from All Artists

Schedule Meeting For Tech Rehearsal

And still it’s not everything.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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