Virgo 11° (September 2)

Full moon and Stella off to Cambridge. Nearly the second she left the a.h. Farmer swooped in to cut the grass where the car is usually parked. How does he know when we are here or not. And now he is outside purposefully speaking really loudly. I’m camped out in the dining room I put on some Beck to drown him out because I know he’s baiting me and I’m not giving in. I might be paranoid but I can tell from his body language that he is acting out the scene he played here, albeit a revisionist version. More than ever I’m convinced we are being surveilled in some way.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 781-785. 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. 

Something about being post this last Full Moon has made me feel slightly less, I shouldn’t say pessimistic, but: pessimistic. It’s so unusual for me to feel that things are going down tubes even though all you hear leads me to believe that.

We took our morning constitutional today in Wellfleet which takes us along the pier and there was a boat that read, on the stern, where the boat’s name typically is: Trump 2020. There was nobody around that looked like they might take ownership, inspired under our breath expletives as we strolled by. Then walking back up into town this suv came barreling too fast down the road and, on its bow it read: Trump 2020 and it was filled with loud, ham-faced bully folk, all men. Sorry you have small dicks.

It says in our book Sextrology that Geminis have small hands. We wrote that way before president lump lumbered into office. Why are we struggling to connect the dots? I ask the media. Can’t someone go out on a limb and say the lump isn’t concerned with Russian hacking our election because they were part of it? Can’t someone say that the lump’s celebritory tone in the oval office with the Russian diplomats was a bit of a confab of fascism?


So I was saying in the last post how pessimistic I was prior to the Full Moon, meaning, now, on the other side of it I feel more expansive and directive at the same time. I feel like cutting my losses and lowering some bars. I’m an overachiever by nature and have carved out a decent career for myself which I would like to make decenter. These past seven, nearly eight years I’ve been planning and then presenting live performance festivals and series and one off productions all under the umbrella of a non-profit festival dedicated to progressing and proliferating new and important stage artists, mainly solo ones, from solo playwrights to the most uncategorical of performance artists, with neo cabaret and alt comedy and sketch and opera and spoken word and hip hop and electronica and dance and high drag and interpretative dance and everything in between.

It’s a tough road to hoe, particularly non-profit, and each year I try to produce all aspects, including the fundraising, myself. I would love to hire someone to help but I’m never able to afford anyone in the moment and then it would take time to teach someone, so ultimately I’ll have to make some kind of manual, some kind of playbook, by which to execute this. Every year is different of course. And this year brings new challenges. We are in a different space which is absolutely fantastic. And I’ve started a capsule festival too for Cambridge and my costs are rather through the roof at present and yet I persevere. And still I have been more overwhelmed than in the past . Much of that feeling has been due not only to the giant list of busy work and technical work I need to exact, it’s also the writing of (at least) a dozen different missives that will be disseminated in myriad directions, for which I think I need to make a list, because suddenly my scope has widened in a way that was threatening to spread me too thin. So I’ve decided to devise a questionnaire, asking myself some pointed questions, and then, at least, in repsonding to the questionnaire as if someone else presented it to me, I might be able to get some thoughts on various “pieces of paper” that I can then shape and send to the pockets of people that need to receive them.

You’ll see what I mean when you read the next Blague.


One might want to read the previous Blague to understand what’s happening here. Bascially, its me trying to prod myself to write a dozen or so documents that I need to send out to varying populations of peoples, groups and individuals. (Information is so Gemini!)

Question No. 1: Why do you feel that realtors in Provincetown owe a special debt of gratitutde’s to non-profits and what simple things would you say to a room full of them or send them in an email which might inspire them to give to your non-profit.

Question No. 2: What do you think might be the most effective words you could muster to send to a dozen Boston/Cambridge busineses (who don’t know you) to convince them to make a donation, to (becoming a Missionary Sponsor of) the new Glow Festival you’re starting in just five weeks time?

Question No. 3: The wharf in Provincetown has been sold to Ann and Chuck Lagasse who also spruced up Boston and Newburyports harbors. If you could reach them what would you say to them which might convince them to contribute to your non-profit cause? Would what you say differ from what you might send to Ryan Murphy, in writing or if you were together at a dinner party?

Question No. 4: What might you say to Boston- and Cambridge-based individuals to convince them to part with $100 donation so to become a Glow Sparkler and receive a discount on all this new festival’s. What incentives and perks might you offer them?

Question No. 5: In considering social media, what do you think would make the best strategy overall and which social media outlets would you use. Do you have an original ideas on how to create interest in the artists you’re presenting and engage other individuals and businesses in the area and to liaise with other arts organizations and generate substantial buzz?

Question No. 6: If you were asked to put a newsletter together in one day what stories would you feature for this new year ahead?

Question No. 7: What is the current status of your press. Are there journalists and editors who need to hear from  you and what should they know. Are you seeking coverage in as many places as you can?

Question No. 8: What is the mission of the Afterglow Festival and how does it differ from that of the Glow Festival and even the Glowberon series for that matter.

Question No. 9. What are your thoughts on generating “concierge” information  for both festival’s websites. Do you need to make any changes to the website, hire any designers, so forth.

Question No. 10: Do you have all the right print and electronic collateral that you need? Do you need to review with the venues what printed materials might still be effective and what exactly is needed when.

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.

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