Aquarius 25° (February 13)
The only way out is through. Singing the blues. I was reading through old posts and I think I leave myself secret messages only I can’t really follow them, so I don’t truly try. All in a days work really and I will write a few pages and otherwise rest and make a lovely dinner (chowder tonight, lunch was lefties.
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 1586-1590. 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.
Sometimes I just want to run away to Divinty School or spend whole nights smoking weed and drinking red wine. Sometimes I want to dissapear to some tertiary town in France or Belgium or Spain or Holland and get a bike and a studio apartment and just live off whatever I’ve created. Only thing is I’ll have to create more. I will change rooms this morning, which I’ll have to do in a few trips, which will not be that fun. The room I’ve been in is so much better. I will do my emails and make a plan for this evening. Does anybody read Carlos Casteneda anymore. Has it all become irrelevant. Everyone I knew in college were misanthropes in the making and I think I obviously knew that. This is the day I get picked up at the hotel, I think. I just sort of pace myself I guess as far as I can remember. I feel like I got picked up early and we went somewhere. I think we sent to lunch at Nor’Easter. Yes that’s it we had both our meals there that day. In regards to the shows I saw that night I later said this: Sincerest thanks to Monique Jenkinson/Fauxniquefor returning to the Afterglow Festival this year. It’s so wonderful to see performers change and grow over the years and keep adding to their toolboxes! Fauxnique’s tender, honest and vulnerable show “Imposter Syndrome” was as on point as her ballet moves! Mwah Monique! X And I also said this:Hooray for Mollywood! Thanks to other returning champions to this year’s Afterglow Festival: Molly Pope blew us away once again with her funny, poignant narrative and that beautiful belting voice of hers. Such a pride and pleasure to present this great performing artist who always surprises and never disappoints. And with Drew Wutke, one of ze best musical directors in the biz! Lurved it.
I wish I could have been mindful enough to take pictures the whole time but I’m so so lame. Tomorrow which isn’t tomorrow marks the day I have to really start my return to love, self-love that is. I am on the precipice, on the brink I can feel it. You’ve heard me say it before. You might diagnose this entire nearly five year Blague as an exercise is some disorder. I once had a friend who was clearly bi-polar (he thought my ‘wisdom posts” on social media were masked messages to him…yeah). I do need to reach out to R&R suddenly I feel we are friends maybe. That’s a paraphrase of a line from Darleeling Limited. I am doing the best I can. I will ask Paisley. Not only does she take a lot of pictures but she also takes really good ones. Oh and Bobby Miller was there. You know what—it’s fine. I just said yes to everything and offered hugs all around. Molly and Drew had arrived the night before and we all went out after those amazing Thursday shows for pizza at Spiritus. I paid for everything. What else is new. Note: add Spiritus to my petty cash list of deductions. I’m so generous with people and they barely appreciate it. I do want to say that in regard to a certain accompanist whose meals and drinks I’ve bought and to whom I gifted priceless tickets to a certain Broadway shows who had the pluck to write me after the fact to say that I hadn’t paid him enough here’s the T, you ‘re a fucking ingrate. Just one more Virgo who doesn’t fucking get it.
Being a Virgo, the virgin, metaphorically speaking means they don’t always quite get it. It’s not naivite necessarily, it’s a certain disconnect. When the character Mary Magdalene, a Virgo archetype, sang I don’t know how to love him she was being totally honest about herself, not Him (whoever he might be). Virgo women are notoriously attracted to the most high-impact figures on the planet. And they do orbit close to tony figures who have a sweeping sphere. Virgo begins August 23, the date of the festival of Vulcanalia, for the Roman god Vulcan (Greek: Hephaestus), the potter (mutable-earth!) god, and there is a theory that their is a planet Vulcan, the true ruler of Virgo, that orbits even closer to the Sun than Mercury. May we some day discover it because it would explain a lot about Virgo people, women in particular, securing themselves so extreme an inside track, becoming inside circle, and doing so quite unseen.
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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