March is by far the wildest astrological month of the year, filled with retrogrades and eclipses. A Virgo eclipse mid-month, and an eclipse in Aries at the end of the month, the final eclipse along the Aries-Libra axis. A turning point. The very next day, Neptune dips into Aries after being in Pisces since 2011. Plus Mercury’s going retrograde, Venus has just begun retrograding, and Mars is still in its post-retrograde shadow, slow. I’ve opened up a few days of ECLIPSE READINGS this month.
I’m sending poems from a book I’ve been working on for some years, The Flowing Light of the Film’s End, to paying subscribers every Sunday. This is the third installment. I’ll do almost the whole book, plus process notes and random thoughts. More on the book’s genesis here. This is one of those poems that came to me in a mad rush. After, the work of it involved finding a form for the fast, hot whirl, and I realized it needed to be in tercets, little trinities, but that the structure had to get frequently broken up and swollen by voices in the poem, weather, etc. Something, the speaker maybe, is coming apart…