sekret klubs
Neptune's slippery interface, Harmony Korine and Rita Ackermann's 2010 collaboration, Venus-Sun-Mercury squaring Neptune this week, the mutable cross, double-bodied signs, Pisces and Gemini
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I’m teaching a class called COSMIC RIGOR: ART, POETRY, AND ASTROLOGY online via the Morbid Anatomy Museum (July 9-30). We’ll discuss how art and astrology are linked via H.D.’s astral poetry, Yeats, surrealism, psychoanalysis, Breton, and more. It’s like the newsletter, but a class. Lots of slides. Come live or get the recordings.
Vivienne, my novel, is available for preorder.
“This magical process whereby someone mortal becomes the vessel or carrier for something immortal is one of Neptune’s characteristic dynamics in projection. The ordinary person—film star, guru, political leader, pop musician, fashion model, lover—becomes somehow infused with that divine mana which carries the promise of redemption.” — Liz Greene, The Astrological Neptune and the Quest for Redemption
This week: Venus, Sun, and Mercury in Gemini square, one by one, Neptune in Pisces.
These signs ask us to hold contradiction in our mouths like a sweet-sour lozenge. Planets inside Gemini’s airy kingdom try and speak with Neptune in the waters of post-verbal Pisces: dissolve, dissolve. The forehead opens, and out spins paint, cigarettes, dream debris, evidence of shipwreck, foamy film stills, parfait chemical pink and burnt sienna. I’ve been thinking about Harmony Korine and Rita Ackermann’s superb 2010 collaboration, Shadow Fux, and in particular the painting above, entitled sekret klubs—-creepy-enticing, circles of kids, innocent and sinister, and their bouquets of peculiar interests.
The ocean’s flickering and shifting—-shooting figures and colors into our guts, waving liquid cinema. Asking, like the title of that famous Gauguin, Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going? Neptune wor/l/ds shift like little pills puffing into colorful sponges when dunked in water. They float, pretty and gross, across our field of vision. Beneath and within the forms, drenched flicks: idyllic, dangerous, images clipped from context. Neptune’s secret club is initiatory, a portal to a sacred zone of mystery, and