Your ego will lead you down one-way streets going the wrong direction this week. Replace egoism with boundaries whenever you can. Be honest and direct about what you can and can’t handle without defensiveness. (SFBG)
In an exhibition at New York’s Museum of Modern Art, performance artist Marina Abramovic stared into the eyes of a succession of different strangers for 700 hours. Actresses Marisa Tomei and Isabella Rossellini were among those who received her visual probes, as well as 1,400 less famous folks. I think it would be fun for you to do a variation on her ritual, Taurus. In your case, you wouldn’t do it to show off or to prove an artistic point, but rather to get closer to the allies with whom you’d like to develop a deeper bond. Are you up for some deep eye gazing? Halloween costume suggestion: a mystic seer; a god or goddess with a third eye; a superhero whose power is X-ray vision. (Free Will Astrology)
It’s easy to forget that relationship patterns originate in family of origin dynamics, especially and most importantly the pattern of self-care. Treat yourself with care and all your relations will benefit. (Aquarium Age)
“Still, totality is a phenomenon that can flip one’s ratios inside out. … Sudden feeling of oldness. Black upland wind. Bring a coat, they had been told, and a piece of smoked glass. It will get cold. It will hurt your eyes. Totality is lightless, and should be colourless, yet may intensify certain questions that hang at the back of the mind. What is a spouse after all? Will this one stay, can this one keep me alive?”—Anne Carson, “Decreation”
Drunk girls like a night of simplicity
They need a lover who is smarter than me
Drunk boys, we walk like pedestrians
Drunk girls wait an hour to pee
Drunk girls know that love is an astronaut
It comes back, but it’s never the same
Drunk boys, drunk boys, drunk boys,
Drunk girls can be just as insane.
Oh, oh, oh, I believe in waking up together
that means making eyes across the room.
Just cause I’m shallow doesn’t mean that I’m heartless
Just cause I’m heartless doesn’t mean that I’m mean
Sometimes love gives us too many options
Just cause you’re hungry doesn’t mean that you’re lean.
I’ve heard lies that will curdle your heartstrings
A couple truths maybe burn out your eyes
Drunk boys leave their arms in the fireplace
Because drunk girls give them too many tries.
Oh, oh, oh, I believe in waking up together
oh, oh, oh, I believe in waking up (but no promises)
oh, oh, oh, I believe in waiting out the weather.
oh, oh, oh, I believe in making eyes across the room
Enjoy your riches without feeling entitled to them. The Universe wants you to be happy, but not to attach yourself to the things or situations that inspire those feelings. Blocks to joy can be used as tools to creating more of it. (SFBG)
When the tide is coming in, the creek I live next to flows vigorously toward the south. When the tide’s going out, the water reverses its course and heads swiftly north. Every day, there’s an in-between time when the creek seems confused. Some currents creep south and others slink north, while here and there eddies whirl in circles. According to my understanding of the astrological omens, Taurus, you are temporarily in a phase that resembles my creek’s time of contrary flows. It’s a perfectly natural place to be. (Free Will Astrology)
Step into the leadership role by making “cooperation” your personal mantra. This spirit of collaboration will not only keep you on track, but will inspire others to stay positive about their individual choices and contributions. (Aquarium Age)
“And—sorry—but you are partly responsible for the bullying and physical violence being visited on vulnerable LGBT children. The kids of people who see gay people as sinful or damaged or disordered and unworthy of full civil equality—even if those people strive to express their bigotry in the politest possible way (at least when they happen to be addressing a gay person)—learn to see gay people as sinful, damaged, disordered, and unworthy. And while there may not be any gay adults or couples where you live, or at your church, or in your workplace, I promise you that there are gay and lesbian children in your schools. And while you can only attack gays and lesbians at the ballot box, nice and impersonally, your children have the option of attacking actual gays and lesbians, in person, in real time. Real gay and lesbian children. Not political abstractions, not “sinners.” Gay and lesbian children. Try to keep up: The dehumanizing bigotries that fall from the lips of “faithful Christians,” and the lies about us that vomit out from the pulpits of churches that “faithful Christians” drag their kids to on Sundays, give your children license to verbally abuse, humiliate, and condemn the gay children they encounter at school. And many of your children—having listened to Mom and Dad talk about how gay marriage is a threat to family and how gay sex makes their magic sky friend Jesus cry—feel justified in physically abusing the LGBT children they encounter in their schools. You don’t have to explicitly “encourage [your] children to mock, hurt, or intimidate” queer kids. Your encouragement—along with your hatred and fear—is implicit. It’s here, it’s clear, and we’re seeing the fruits of it: dead children. Oh, and those same dehumanizing bigotries that fill your straight children with hate? They fill your gay children with suicidal despair. And you have the nerve to ask me to be more careful with my words?”—
(There’s obviously lots of problematic things about the It Gets Better project, and also Savage Love, but I read this while puttin’ on my purple plaid this morning and you know what? THIS, Dan Savage, THIS.)
I was all set to make a list of things on the docket for today— (bank, DVD’s at Harold Washington, TJ’s to get some of that mad good/cheap rioja, Astronauts CONSTANTLY, getting dressed, going to work, I mean what)—
and then I realized in a WEEK I get to see LCD Soundsystem at the Eagles Ballroom AND HOHMYGOD I am so excited that my Caps Lock just jams up. No, seriously, I’ve been listening to “This Is Happening” a lot and sort of secretly doing a close read of “Drunk Girls” as a poem.
Oh, and if you’re in Chicago, come check out Open Studios in Pilsen. I’ll be gophering about there. No more GPOYF’s for a while. Stupid phone.
Instead of focusing on what isn’t stellar, take stock of what is. Don’t ignore or repress your troubles — but don’t overinflate them and block out the good, either. Be balanced in how you approach the work in front of you.
My date and I decided to go see the film You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger. As we entered the theater, we passed a short, elderly Chinese woman in a brown uniform. She was bent over sweeping the floor. Suddenly she stood up straight, looked me in the eye, and extended her left hand toward me. Confused, I reached out toward her. She quickly pressed something in my hand, then returned to her sweeping. As I walked on, I unrolled the small paper scroll she had given me. It read, “Tell your Taurus readers they should be alert for helpful messages coming from sources they would usually ignore or neglect.” I’m doing what she suggested. (Free Will Astrology)
You must choose: Get dragged down by an oppressive situation, or recognize that you’re caught in a repetitive pattern that is in dire need of transformation. Sounds like a simple choice, but breaking this spell requires strength. (Aquarium Age)
“And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will, she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition."
“Then I’m a bolter,” said Ursula, with a burst of laughter.
“It’s a dangerous thing to domesticate even horses, let alone women…The dominant principle has some rare antagonists.”—DH Lawrence, “Women In Love”
But just Monday anyway. Where the coffee is weak and your room is hot and you can’t finish DH Lawrence and work is just the giant chore it always is. And these aren’t problems. That you can’t seem to get it together anyway: lunch is going to be the basic bread and apple and cheese, your schedule is full of things you mostly sort of “meh” at, and every morning the early minutes just slip away faster, and faster.
You’re not in total control of your emotional life, and the lesson is to go with the flow for now. Don’t try to push the Universe around! Learn from the conditions of your life where you need to focus your energies. (SFBG)
The worst painting in history is hanging in San Francisco’s De Young Museum. It is “Noel and Bob” by Joan Brown. It’s so awkwardly garish and trivially monstrous that I can only conclude Brown possessed what might be termed “negative genius.” It’s not just that she had no talent. She actually had the opposite of brilliant talent. And yet I must confess I had a good time gazing at this anti-artistic botch. I thoroughly enjoyed laughing at it, and was quite pleased at the jokes my companions and I made about it. I suggest that in the coming week you try something similar: enjoying the entertainment value and educational merit of clumsy, ungainly, out-of-whack stuff. Doing so will sharpen your wits for the not-too-distant future, when you will come into proximity to a lot of understated beauty and elegance and grace. (Free Will Astrology)
Yes, you are working eight days a week, but even though you’re tired, the positive benefits are likely to outweigh any negative consequences. Don’t worry…the breakneck pace won’t last forever. (Aquarium Age)
Forgot, forgotten, forget.
Past tense and no regrets.
No doubt you’re Villa
and I’m Pershing’s dizzy troops.
No doubt I’m eucalyptus and you
a California conflagration. No doubt
you’re eucharist, Euclidean geometry,
World War II’s Gibraltar strait,
the Chinese traders of Guangzhou,
Zapatistas breakfasting at Sanborn’s,
Sassoferato’s cobalt blue,
Museo Poldi Pezzoli’s insurance rate,
Gaudi’s hammer against porcelain plates.
Ay, daddy, daddy, I
don’t give a good goddamn. I
”—Sandra Cisneros, from “I am so in love I grow a new hymen”
Because what the hell, universe? Kids jumping off of bridges and hung from trees. I am sick of feeling angry and heartsick and afraid. I am sick of other people feeling like this who have no one to stop them from falling. The war won’t stop for the love of God.