News Flash!
We interrupt this regularly scheduled programming of conniption fit inducing, faux urgent inflammatory volatility, with these Mythic News Headlines:Jaunty Trumping Daunted
Cooling Out Conflagration Proving Effective!
Complaining Trumped By Poetic Praising!
Tricksters Withdraw Complicity From Hot Reactivity, Re-Direct Creative Energy into Being Agents of Cool in Hot World!
Subtlety Trumps Faux Urgency!
Our Own Richard Paul Geer chiming in on the helio chart of now:
“near-exact grand cross and close grand trine in water, …..mars kicks (ed note “glides”) in at 11 cancer, merc heads to 11 libra and pluto and uranus at 11,mars should be at 13 by the time merc gets to 11,then the Grand Trine at 11-12-13 of the water signs,you KNOW how rare this is, maestra!!!and jupiter/neptune exactly trine, conjuncting the grand trine, that’s 8 of 9 planets!with venus a singleton,should be 23 sag tomorrow (love that degree!)”
We perpetually animate: “Loving Disharmony Into Hamony Creates a Greater Harmony Than Existed Before.”
Kitchen magic trumps “politics.”
recommend “World peace and Other 4th Grade Achievements” by John Hunter.
Honoring the mojo medicine of those most recently departed from the incarnational world stage:“Like all great poets, Seamus Heaney was an alchemist.He turned our disgrace into grace, our petty hatreds into epic generosity, our dull clichés into questioning eloquence, the leaden metal of brutal inevitability into the gold of pure possibility.”
No one did so much to make us feel like creatures of a long-working imagination rather than figments of a short-term market.
Great poets speak for themselves but they also create the voices through which something beyond themselves finds articulation. What Heaney articulated, above all, was the way in which – in the words of his friend Brian Friel – confusion need not be an ignoble condition. He grew up in a literally divided landscape – “the lines of sectarian antagonism and affiliation”, he wrote, “followed the boundaries of the land” — and lived through the hopes and horrors of the Troubles.
Conflicting impulses
He was drawn to both Irish and English poetic traditions. He also lived through the death of the ancient rural world into which he was born and the emergence of a globalised modern Ireland. He struggled with contradictions, paradoxes, conflicting impulses.
His genius lay in his ability to hover between them, to give each side of a political or emotional equation its full weight and proper due without becoming the prisoner of either. WB Yeats, the poet whose influence he both absorbed and transcended, wrote in a time of Irish violence that “we are closed in and the key is turned/ On our uncertainty” .
Heaney told us that, though we are indeed fated to uncertainty, it need not necessarily be a locked room in which we play out the same scenarios of doom over and over. Uncertainty may simply be the human condition. Heaney humanised uncertainty, made ambiguity rich with possibilities. As he put it in the beautifully homely metaphor of Terminus:“Two buckets were easier carried than one.I grew up in between.”
Ah, the John Hunter TED talk is Brilliant. He starts with the metaphor of the Table, which creates the foundations for the Game, including Mirror, Window, Door imbedded in the Playing of it all. And the Ancestors are honored. Best ever!
Wondering how a No vote on bombing Syria could be a disharmony that transforms into a greater harmony.