Upcoming things
Last week of April only:
NEPTUNE: DREAM MACHINE: one 90-min reading
Apply by May 3:
NEPTUNE: DREAM SESSIONS: 4-sessions, pay-what-you-want
May 10:
DREAMS AS ART: a 3-hour workshop co-taught with the psychoanalyst Vanessa Sinclair
IMPOSSIBLE. This word has been coming up when discussing all things Neptune—dreams, madness, addiction, art, a quest for some preverbal night before the beginning, and before the day and the night were split. So, no need, even, for the word night. Mercury has just passed over a conjunction with Neptune. Writing and speech: impossible. To say how it's been. How we are doing. And what, with whom. Nothing. Impossible. On May 3rd, Venus will conjoin Neptune (and registration for the Neptune sessions closes on this date!)
What’s our fleet-footed messenger going through, so infused by Neptune? Words fragment, bend, poetry reaching for him. I’m writing this outside and I hear a goofy, druggy song my high school best friend and I used to listen to. Burn cruises and night music, the microphone liquified, language swollen. What is the time in your life that you most associate with your Real Life? A zone you want to get back to, around which your words circle. Underwater talk with visible bubbles, like when we were kids having tea parties on the floor of the blue swimming pool.
In his strange wartime book Inner Experience, Georges Bataille enters what he calls the night of existence. He likens this night, which is not ordinary night, to the impossible, which is poetry. Writing: “There is in divine things a transparency so great that one slips into the illuminated depths of laughter beginning even with opaque intentions. I live by tangible experience and not by logical explanation. I have of the divine an experience so mad that one will laugh at me if I speak of it. I enter into a dead end.”
A dead end. All possibilities exhausted. The silence of Mercury meeting Neptune and its aftermath, water-fire. And: