Cancer 5° (June 25)

 

Lawyers. Agents. That what the last twenty-four hours have been about. Venus leaving retrograde? I dunno. I realize Marc Maron will have my same boomerang yod, poor bastard. There is no way he would believe in astrology but if he sat down with me I know I could crack that veneer. Doors like to slam in the house I’m in with the wind blowing through all the open windows and portals. I am taking one more day to regroup here and getting all the little duckies in a row. There is talk now of going on the boat after all, but my spidey sense says that unless we stay in the U.S. we won’t be able to join the floating fun as I cannot see the Canadians, who have all but eradicated this virus, letting in we diseased Americans, which is such a shame. We do our part as citizens, but because of that obese melted circus peanut, decent caring Americans like us have to suffer. I cannot wait for him to self-implode. I awoke quite rested, which is the good news, not having woken up once last evening. And yet I’m still in a procrastinating place, which isn’t good for my spirit. I feel saddened and cancelled. But what else is new.  What I don’t know at the time of this writing is that I will have let thirteen entries of this Blague go by since the day. I don’t know why it is exactly but I will get it all on track. The plan will be to work some real magic between the next two Full Moons, and it will happen, that is a promise I now realize (hindsight here truly is twenty-twenty). The writing over the next fortnight, here will thus be a hodgpodge of yesterday, today and tomorrow, all out of order and mixed up and I have no real desire to make it clearer for you. I’m that beatch.
I am absolutely fine. Awoke to a bunch of apologetic DMs from people who had gone on attack against me for voicing my cautions and opinions. I don’t take those personally to begin with. My anger and frustration is more of the universal sort. Meanwhile, through a behaviorist lens, it is interesting to spy the speed and manner of which others who mightn’t have the courage to address issues directly find their passive-aggressive means of derision. This isn’t new. What I’ve come to learn is that people think that I’m some privileged rich white dude myself who floats around buoyed by book royalties eating caviar sandwiches and dabbling in the arts. Stella and I were in stitches over some of the messaging I’ve been receiving on that score. I can always tell, too, when people have had a few (drinks or joints) and suddenly get the courage to pile on. It’s fine. I suppose the most vivid and instantaneous iteration of cancel-culture is the block button whereby the piling on can continue but you are disallowed from addressing it or defending yourself. I’ve snuck onto social media through other accounts to witness such vitriol in the wake of my expulsion. It stings but I can take it. Though I do draw more ire, I notice, than women expressing my exact views.

Thanks for caring! Much love to you both and again great thanks for the sponsorship. We have a nice rhythm going getting some assistance out to Afterglow artists in need. Part of the agreement with them is that they do need to make some shout outs (I actually put this in writing for once) of appreciation which will hopefully inspire more interest in what we are doing. Honestly, I have no real confidence that 2021 will be any different. Both Joe’s Pub @ The Public and the A.R.T. have requested meetings with me to help me/themselves to help artists, so that feels in a strange way quite validating. I’m glad that peers at that level are looking at Afterglow as a model of sorts. Meanwhile, did you see that MC and RM are co-presenting V!? (An unholy alliance if ever there was one.) And speaking of being tone deaf, whose big idea was it to call V’s show Super Spreader? I can’t!

We are continuing into a dry July but maybe we can meet here sometime for a socially distanced watermelon juice mocktail! No rush on that, of course, as we aren’t going anywhere. Our private plane is grounded at present. Ha!

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 456-460. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.  (For thirty days this paragraph will include this parentheses to say: I realized that in the summer of 2016 I actually didn’t post for some time, such that for the expanse of two months, I will continue to number the past Blagues, as above, five at a time, but there will be nothing to post from that period.)

(Crickets)

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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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