Aquarius 27° (February 15)

I still can’t remember the Gemini exercise but never mind. I am going to take the day to just space out. Haven’t had a chance to do that in so long. And then I should be in good shape to let the remaining story unfold. Down a Sinner rabbit hole. I need to start afresh I think with this current chapter. 

Happy Birthday! You may know my wife Stella Starsky et moi comme astrologues, quoi? LOL On a day like today when Pisces begins, I wonder about our cuspatarians. Have you had your chart done? You are sure you not Pisces but Aquarius (we credit you as the latter in our book Sextrology). LUK!

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1596-1600. 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.

I’m going to talk myself through this review process after clearing all my surfaces and getting my office in minimal Libran shape. Today is the first full day of Libra. I was awakened this morning by dream cats. I was in one of those towns I’m often in in my dreams. Hills in the distance, along river or waterway. Only this time I was / we were going to be staying in a house I think was owned by JK but Dean Martin or George Hamilton or someone like that was renting and all these people were gathering to stay there for some kind of celebration. We were given our “usual room”, people were taking busses but I drove up in a beautiful car. There were maids. I remember that because one barged in to find out what we had done to the very complicated television. I simply wanted to turn the volume down. I think our sometime assistant and colleague Sally was there as a sort of major domo. Anyway, there were two doors to the room. It was almost like a pass through, typically, for the staff. We were on the ground floor along with all the living areas. (All of this mirrors aspects of the boat which is obviously an impetus for all this.) In the dream we were sleeping in twin beds and I felt a furry something under the covers with me on my right leg; then I felt at least one can circling and trying to settle around my head and face. I got there sense now there were at least two cats of one of them was menacing and in my face. I could actually feel their tooth on my lips, I think. I scattered them and saw two silouettes jumping of the bed. One of their cat tails was shaped like that of a lion, skinny and long, with a tuft at the end. The Leo symbol. Again this would make sense in terms of a JK reve. At that very moment I was awakened. So I was awakened by dream cats.

I looked it up and cats are about the anima, the feminine side of the man. It’s about vulnerability in general If they jump on you it might also mean that there is a need to pace oneself, that the dreamer is being pulled in many directions. Especially creatively. Well that might very well be true. I will start the big transition today which should be a lot of fun. I just need to make an outline and do some printing and map out this baby. I haven’t heard back from Joe’s Pub yet so I’m sure that is gnawing at me. Oh, gnawing at me! That is interesting given the dream. The cats were dual anyway. At first (one of them) cuddling up to me, a ball of fuzz, under the covers; but also, ultimately (one of them) in my face and threatening. This double-bill might actually express the way I feel about a would be book deal. It might also refer to how I’m feeling about my work as an impresario. I’m not going to interpret it any further. The fact is, now that we are in Libra I am turning my attention to design over the function of Virgo. Speaking of Virgo: I came upon a snippet written, in my hand, on a piece of paper. It said Virgo (whose color is gray, like clay) is afraid of gray areas. A relecutance to work on a process, the need of some sor, tehy don’t want to do on own, don’t r…process. Well that’s what it said. I’m not sure I know what it means either. All or nothing? Needing to be forced to change. Middle men?

I do understand the need for spiritual communion. I know that’s why people join cults and by that I mean subscribe to any organized religion, even the big three. As someone with no family of origin and no offspring one might think I’d be the perfect candidate. And though I often feel very alone in the world, which, I will admit, has driven me to anesthetize those feelings from time to time, in the main I use those so-called negative feelings to fuel my ambitions and projects, not least of which is championing other artists—I actually feel that’s where I put my parenting, if you will. Why am I bringing this up. Oh yeah: Still I do understand the need to enter into some kind of group dynamic where others are gathering around the same hearth of understanding. And I do miss, and intend to reexplore, my feelings on this score and how it is I might go about making connections that can sustain me. Maybe it would be a meditation scenario of some sort. In the meantime, and because I do need to rekindle my preferred means of exercise, the form of which also constitutes certain meditation, I will start there. And as we find our city and I can nurture other such aspects of self, I will find my way in that regard. I have one major project on my plate for the next four weeks and once I’ve sailed through that, I must say, everything should get easier. I harbor no false hope about what this autumn will entail. Mainly I want to remain healthy and have a good deal of fun. I have to start facing certain challenges without the aid of any crutches, something I also feel should be quite doable. But do I want some kind of community? I do. Do I see myself wearing a nametag and going to the UU, I do not. Can I imagine some kind of Buddhist scenario? Maybe. I was thinking of theosophy…then I went down a rabbit hole trying to remember the name of the great professor at B.U. who taught a course on Webern Schoenberg Kandinsky Mondrian and how they were all theosophists. That’s probably not quite my beat either. I need a little esoteric book shop. I am again thinking about the north shore. We will do a little research this year as things begin to materialize. All will unfold I can’t try to make it.

I got up at five today to get some work done but so far I’ve writeen this far and gone down some rabbit holes and I don’t think I’m really accomplishing much which is also ok I think because the best thing I can probably do for myself is get the hell off this spiral today and take a nice relaxing drive to Boston, well, Reading, where it is a little girl’s birthday and there will be a party and I might as well try to give over and enjoy it. I should be in bed by nine if I can possibly swing it and swing it I shall. I will get to the dump this morning and go talk to Mike the mechanic. Why are all mechanics actually called Mike? I still as yet have not heard back from half the fellows I invited up to the Cape for Oysterfest, but that might be just as well. I have my own ideas about that in any case. We shall see what we shall see. I do want to make an appointment with Boston University about my transcripts because it is really bothering me that it was they who basically ruined my grade point average. They had nothing set up. I’d like to make a case about that. I also very much want to thread back through our “world” and put all the pieces together and make a plea for Bostonia magazine. There are certain holes in my experience that I very much now want to see filled. I am very much looking forward to the collaboration with Tim. And to the proliferation of these new books in a major way. I want to go through each and every one of my friends. If I send one hundred notes per day for forty days that’s four thousand people. I don’t see why I can’t put something like that together. I would like to hear back from Joe’s Pub that is also leaving a bit of a hole in my experience; it’s me and my disability to achieve closure on things, of this I am aware.

So I have an hour before I have a bit here at home and head north. So I’m forced to finally sit down and reckon with what’s going on. En route to that I am having to weed through some accumulated papers; and as is my custom I might just type a few of them in verbatim. One: Sextrology wallpaper (which is weird because I wrote Ken Fulk yesterday in regard to astrological wallpaper he did with someone). “A system by which everything is ordered.” Survery Sextrology take the impersonal points and list them thusly, writing a more philosophical treatise. Two: Instagram Afterglow start with existing folks and take tons of pics and follow and post all shots of previous festivals and tag people (sounds like such an obvious thought, why I had to write this down I can only chalk up to mind racing in a thousand directions). Three: Calypso then October 7 (this means for Blague purposes I should go back to these dates for fodder for material for writing and for a possible one man show—little did I know I would be forced to write a one-man show, with music, in the course of five days in order to replace an irresponsible performer backing out last minute. I still need to bring this to pro-bono lawyer in Boston once I get a hot minute. All other papers went into the trash and now I have forty minutes to start reacquainting myself with the process at hand which is the most important thing on my plate now and for the next month. I can ill afford any more distractions and must instead go deep into the proverbial zone.

I don’t know what time of day I was born because my parents were completely unconscious of things like that when it came to me. My sister had a commemorative plate that outlined every detail that hung in her bedroom. Ironic being an astrologer I know that I can’t quite even do my own chart. Sometime in the morning was the best they good estimate. Whatever. My birth was also portended. I wrote an entire bit about that in my recent show. My mother’s sister shared my birthday and though they were estranged called my mother to say that she was going to have a boy on her birthday. All the best sages are presaged like this so I accept that. Last night was kind of weird. There is just something so off about the brothers grim. I never understand how people can be successful and also drains of negativity. It boggles the mind, but never mind. Some folks just aint that smart but that has never stopped them from getting rich. Sometimes I wish I were dumber than I am. Anyway…ptooo. Got that out of my system. I really want to focus on all that is good this day. I am so lucky to, well, be alive for starters. But I get to spend the this beautiful sunny Indian Summer day in Cambridge seeing not one but two theater presentations. I cannot wait!

Well it was an incredible day really. We drove into town, couldn’t check in, so went for a stroll in the lovely weather, to Clover Food Lab, for a little snack of soup. We went to Felix to get S’s bag restitched and get some shoelaces for me. Walked back to hotel, but room was not ready still, so we went to see the first show of the day, Six, at the American Repertory Theater. What a great production and the songs were phenomenal, sung by each of the six wives of Henry the Eighth. Back to the hotel. They bumped us up and we had a two bedroom suite which will prove to be beneficial as I had a snorey night. We regrouped for a bit and then headed back out to have dinner at Alden & Harlow. We had delicious roated carrots with a sort of custard, large beans in an anchvy sauce, steak with green garlic pancakes, and an egg yolk ravioli, paired with a Chinon. We didn’t order dessert but the serveuse obvs overhead us say it was my birthday and brought us a scoop of vanilla ice cream with a candle in it. Before we knew it, it was time to head to Oberon to see show nmber two of the day, Black Light, with Jomama Jones, who really was fantastic. Wow. We were seated with these professors from Emerson which was really fun. She carried a ping pong ball with her from a Taylor Mac show she saw in Barcelona. Trevor was one of two back-up singers and the show was, in a word, church.

After the show we walked back to Longfellow where I had a Manhattan or two. And then we strolled home and there was this gorgeous tree that I had to hug. Back in the room all i know is that i woke up still wearing my trousers and scarf so I basically passed out. My home boys cancelled their trip to visit me for Oysterfest in October, which is fine. I will be deep into my book project this month and I can use every moment of me time to hit it out of the park which is what I intend to do. Besides, it will be nice to just stroll into town and take some pictures and have some fun that way. Otherwise I might just stay in the house and chill. That could be really fun.

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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