Tropic of Cancer

“I love everything that flows,” said the great blind Milton of our times. I was thinking of him this morning when I awoke with a great bloody shout of joy: I was thinking of rivers and trees and all that world of night which he is exploring. Yes, I said to myself, I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with its painful gallstones, its gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul; I love the great rivers like the Amazon and the Orinoco, where crazy men like Moravagine float on through the dream and legend in an open boat and drown in the blind mouths of the river. I love everything that flows, even the menstrual flow that carries away the seed unfecund. I love scripts that flow, be they hieratic, esoteric, perverse, polymorph, or unilateral. I love everything that flows, everything that has time in it and becoming, that brings us back to the beginning where there is never end: the violence of the prophets, the obscenity that is ecstasy, the wisdom of the fanatic, the priest with his rubber litany, the foul words of the whore, the spittle that floats away in the gutter, the milk of the breast and the bitter honey that pours from the womb, all that is fluid, melting, dissolute and dissolvent, all the pus and dirt that in flowing is purified, that loses its sense of origin, that makes the great circuit toward death and dissolution. The great incestuous wish is to flow on, one with time, to merge the great image of the beyond with the here and now. A fatuous, suicidal wish that is constipated by words and paralyzed by thought.

-Henry Miller

double feet-ure

"All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking." Friedrich Nietzsche

MONDAY, SEPT 19, 2011 Have you been doing a lot of walking lately? If so, Scorpio, your feet may be sore. This could affect your energy level considerably, not to mention your ability to get any work done. Concentrate on routine tasks that require little thought and can be done sitting down. Stay out of any squabbles! Relax in a hot bath tonight.

out of molehills

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Pass it on

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I'm sitting on my balcony at the hotel watching a wedding celebration that is taking place around the pool below. The men Middle aged most of them, are out dancing, twirling, slapping their heels and swinging their arms. Other men and children plus the bride are throwing flower pedals on them. Occasionally the dancer stops to embrace a friend, sometime his wife -I guess. There is a live band with a women singer in a long silver dress and another in crazy tight jeans and crazy high heels. Little girls dressed in their party best with flowers in their hair are running around stripping the flower arrangements of all the flowers leaving the greens looking plain and unfinished. The night is beautiful with a little breeze and the light scent of the sea just beyond the hedges wafting through every now and then. Women are out now joined by men holding hands in a circle dancing lightly in percision. A perfect night to be married, to be dancing, to be in a foreign place realizing that all people are the same-that al our joy is contagious and more than counteracts the terrible things some men do to others. Be happy today everyone. It makes the world a much better place. I love you- pass it on, Mom/dd

Life is beautiful

whale mail

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Surf Erie

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