The poem I am working on now is about two brothers and a girl they both love. The three of them are living in a time of famine. There is to be a sacrifice to appease the Gods.
The one man loves the girl but knows that while she cares for him, it is his brother whom she loves. She is close to him but over the moon for his brother and it’s just the way it is.
The men draw lots and the brother the girl loves is the one to be sacrificed. The other brother knows that the girl can deal with his death but would never be happy again if his brother dies, so he goes over the cliff in his place.
What do you think of this?
This was post the House on Fry St. Era. Chris and I had moved into a small brick apartment building one street over.
I befriended one of our Indian neighbors. His name was Harsh which he said meant happiness. “I know, I know, that is like the opposite of happiness, Whoa, Harsh! But I assure you, it means happiness.”
Harsh had a 10th house Leo Sun/Cancer Moon combo and was into rock climbing. He frequently tried to coerce me into joining him at the rock climbing gym
One afternoon Harsh came knocking at the door, not an unusual occurrence. But this time, instead of wanting to hang out and practice guitar, he had a question. “What do you know about poetry?”
satori and I. We’re still talkin’. Well, mostly me. But this is my bent, circa 2007.
“So as far as I am concerned the gal in Leonard Cohen’s poem… well, he wrote her down, exactly which I think is nervy. Think about it. They run into each other – these ex-lovers. And she tells him his eyes are dead. What happened to you, Lover?” I smirked. “Like he’s broken or something. What the hell kind of thing is that to say? Who would to say something like that? It’s awful. It’s awful and it’s arrogant. Isn’t that how it sounds to you? Doesn’t that sound arrogant? You know? Uppity? Pretentious? Oh, your eyes are dead.”
Alison writes on the Pluto Uranus conjunction blog
In the sixties we did see new ways of being; the pill gave sexual liberation, revolutionary art, poetry, music and fashion. However, having observed my fellow peers with Uranus conjunct Pluto in Virgo there is a deep conservatism in this bunch. Like the Virgo is private and this group can keep their radicalness private and not on display. Some friends (of this group) have very mainstream, suburban, straight lives on the surface – but dig a little deeper and there will be an (one ?) aspect of their lives that is very naughty, risque and/or potentially criminal, experimental, creative. Many choose safe lives on the surface whilst being underground mavericks. Would love to hear more from Elsa with her knowledge an experiences with this curious lot.
Art, Astrology, and the Uranus Transit Through Pisces: Leonard Cohen and the Pluto Uranus Conjunction of the 60′s Generation
Ask the Collective…
In search of something else, I came across this series of posts from March, 2007. I am pulling them up now because my husband is home for the next few days. We have an interesting weekend planned that will distract me from the blog so I thought I’d re-run something meaty.
My friend, satori is a Pisces born in the 60′a with the Pluto Uranus conjunction in Virgo opposing her Sun. With Uranus transiting Pisces, I have been witnessing her liberation and kickin’ it up a gear whenever I think I can.
4 minutes again
From 2007 – Please excuse the tears in this. I left them in because they are Venus / Neptune of course. Stephen Arroyo’s book is linked below. So is Leonard Cohen’s Energy of Slaves. I think my 8th house is also vividly displayed here. I get pregnant… easy.
UPDATE in 2009, I wound up sending the book of poems to the soldier’s son when he was in Iraq…
Outtakes and various other sundries
I got a book over the weekend from one of the regular readers here, Jilly Dybka. Y’all know her, she is always kind. She has never gotten in a skirmish of any kind on this blog. She’s just nice that’s all so you might imagine my surprise when I opened her book of poetry and found myself in tears reading the very first poem on the very first page.
I felt enormously humbled. I just can’t believe the quality of the group that gathers here. I have Capricorn feelings about it – What do these people see in me? It’s not that I don’t know the answer to that it’s just that well…
Well check out, Jilly for yourself and maybe you’ll see what I mean. When people who can write like this read your writing it boggles the mind.
Outtakes and various other sundries
satori sent me this. Think Venus in Aries, Mars in Libra, Mars in The 7th house, Aries / Libra Nodes etc
translated by Jodey Bateman
With a tender heart
Dressed up like a warrior,
Standing at attention, it built
A small helmet
Under its scales
By its side
The crazy vegetables
Their tendrills and leaf-crowns,
In the sub-soil
With its red mustaches
Hung out to dry its branches
Through which the wine will rise,
To trying on skirts,
To perfuming the world,
And the sweet
There in the garden,
Dressed like a warrior,
Like a proud
Astrology in Real Life
It’s my daughter, she’s ridiculous. She’s 11 years old but in 7th grade so with older kids and today I dyed her hair jet black (it’s usually dark brown) to go with her new emo haircut.
She’s also got her fingernails painted black and she is writing dark poetry… lots of death and knives and suicide in it, however she can’t seem to read it without grinning.
I told her to go ahead with her black eyeliner when she reminded me, “you had fads when you were a kid” so here she is all decked out, stack of suicide poems in her hand, looking as morose as Pluto in Scorpio rising can look which is pretty morose. But it only lasts a few seconds.
Because my daughter has a 9th house (happy) Moon trine Jupiter (happy) in Sagittarius (happy). And I’m sorry but I don’t care how deep your soul is, with a configuration like that you are only going to be able to dip down so far and for so long.
So this morning, she’s got her look together (her costume, because her Moon is in Leo) and I find her in her room with her brother watching this: “Tickle Me Emo” which mocks the whole emo movement. And they’re both laughing their heads off at Elmo, who has gone emo. I watched this with them… it’s funny and clever. He lives on Depress-esame Street.
“Yep, that’s what happened to your sister,” I said to my son. “Tell everyone your sister has gone emo along with Elmo and you’re sure to follow because black hair is just so nice.”
They both roared.
“Okay,” I said as I stood up to leave. “I’ll help you two out of your depression and your suicidal tendencies (my son has the Moon Jupiter opposition… he ain’t going down either) just as soon as you quit laughing. Call me if you need me, I’ll be around. I’ll be here and catch you two right before you hit the grave so if you get close, you just let me know.”
Isn’t astrology a trip?
Catch up Ugly Pants
*Dirty Word Alert*
I read poetry on the plane which was a first. I read Leonard Cohen’s, "Energy Of Slaves", or bits of it is more accurate. Because it’s the kind of book you have to put down. The words are so powerfully evocative you have to set the thing down and think about what you just read, at least I do. It’s my plane version of turning off the lights and lying down on the couch, I guess. Because I would read a page or two, then set the book in the seat pocket and close my eyes.
And it was not just the words, but the astrology. Many of the poems in that book were written when Uranus and Pluto were conjunct… the late 60′s this is. So the book is like a time capsule on that level. Uranus and Pluto conjunct marked the sexual revolution among other things. And I don’t know about you. But when someone says their music is not merely naked, but open-legged, like a cunt, which Cohen does in this book… well I just have to stop right there, put the book down and think about what I just read. Because, I mean come on. Reading that is like running head on into a train.
And this is one heck of way (recommended) to fly across a country. Because the seat back in front of you is boring and this other is just so consuming.
And in contrast, I was sitting next to a Navy man. He’d just graduated boot camp and was scheduled to leave for Italy on Valentine’s Day. And he was so young. Too young for my book, I thought. He was pimpled.
And I thought it ironic he was leaving Colorado for Italy, sitting next to an Italian woman on what would be his last domestic flight for three years, and I told him so. “I’m here so you can get used to people who look like me,” I said. I noticed a boot drawn on his hand in pen and I am so stupid…
I am so stupid I thought it must have to do with boot camp. You know. Some kind of ritual. They get out of boot camp and draw a boot? Who knows. This stuff is foriegn to me and it was only several days later I realized it was Italy that he’d drawn on his hand. Hah!
But anyway, the Navy man was not alive when Leonard Cohen wrote his brave, dirty poems and sitting on the plane thinking this, Snoopy smiled.
Do you read when you fly? If so, do you have a preference, what?
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