Saturday, November 23, 2013 Sun in Sagitarrius Moon in Leo last quart 11-25
Thank god the sign of the archer, the fire sign. When i went to i court on Thursday I ran a red light by the Fox, I don’t think it had a camera But there were no cars-it was a three stop there were so many fucking signs and lights and I was distracted- Im always distracted-everything is so cinematic and tied in with the drama, it wasn’t like Kafka’s the trial it was like the castle-where he gets farther and farther away-the night I read that book I was trapped in a nor’easter in Jersey City. My old lady was in the city. It spurred the inevitable psycho-drama drugs and cheap violence. Yeah, Kafka’s the Castle-it’s the one where the guy can’t get to the CASTLE. He can see the castle, he’s the around castle he hears all about the castle but he can’t get there. A Metaphor for everything on the 120 Loop. I’m not the person you once knew, he’s dead he’s dead and gone. Speer was the intellect he was the avant garde, he said that ‘diaries are usually the accompaniment of a lived life. this one stands out in place of a life. august 1975. My writing mirrors that. But at the same time, there’s nothing so beautiful as yellow and orange and green trees sway in a grey dizzy afternoon, the first day of Sagittarius the archer a fire sign, a time of more hope that the days of the dead-
to say nothing of holding you can prove you will find that thoughts through your mind being swayed by what result the coordinating part gathering together all these mass devoting the picture of your desire mechanics by which anyone will penetrate to the deepest offices of a great many photographs slogans bits found in the inner head of great picture of early leaders don’t wait the law of supply and demand is an awakened man merely an economic principle material manifestation of spiritual law such seeking men see the same principle operating affinities in macrocosm-america has long been the greatest of El Dorados the stage upon which the most numerous of self-found men ensured their release from the clutches of time what the shakers did was secret Marietta is stained and haunted in this suburb you’re not alive you’re a people obsessed with the occult-
I scribbled as note on half page of yellow index card. I flipped it over and it was a long description of a dream. My favorite thing to do is to emulate DeQuincey and watch the sun set and the lights come on. Nietzsche said that the twilight was the crack between the worlds.