“We always think of the imagination as the faculty that forms images. On the contrary, it deforms what we perceive; it is, above all, the faculty that frees us from immediate images and changes them. If there is no change, or unexpected fusion of images, there is no imagination; there is no imaginative act.” — Bachelard, Air and Dreams
A love story between a maid named Félicité, a green parrot, and the holy spirit. That’s how I’d describe Flaubert’s short story A Simple Heart. You don’t need to know much about this parrot, just that he was gifted to a woman who had not received many gifts, and that she loved him. I think of this parrot and this story as I look at the astrology of the week and try to translate it into language. I think of AIR and SPIRIT and CRAFT and then, because I’ve recently reread A Simple Heart…PARROT.
Our sun (heart) moves, this week, from earth to air. The abstractestttt element, and one that lends itself to repetition, genius, stutter, orbiting, wordplay, madness. Angels, parrots, and holy spirits. Crafts of the air. The almost-glimmers and invisible pieces that animate things. Is it there?
The weekend was astrologically busy, so now we have some shit to sort through.
A parrot hovers over us, wings spread. It’s about to speak. What follows is my long interpretation of what’s coming up this week——
