Full Moon Winter Solstice, 21-23 December 2018

This is no ordinary Winter Solstice (Celtic/Pagan: Yule). During the three day period from sunrise on 21 December to sunset on 23 December 2018, the sun will rise and set at its most southerly point on the horizon, marking the shortest days in the northern hemisphere. Over the exact same three day period, the moon will be at its fullest in the sky, riding the night for more hours than the sun is up during the day.

This is an invitation. A completely new consciousness is now entering the earth’s vibration, resonating at higher frequencies than we have ever known. It’s time to throw off the old paradigms and embrace the new. It’s a call to open up our hearts, our minds, our bodies – even down to the cellular and subatomic levels – and live the next adventure with every breath of our being.

These new vibrations will be resonating with us until the next such alignment at the winter solstice in 2094. This is a time of rebirth.

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New Lunar Baedeker

/

[unicorn]        

                        selfies

                                    dripped

                                                from

                                                            a rainbow

at

            the museums

                                    on

                                                the

                                                            moon

                                                                        :

                                                                        monster-stallions

                                                                                    w/ manly legs &

                                                                                                adolescent

thighs

[minnikins of masquerade

                                                sex]

.                       from silent entrails

                                                            our forebears’

                                                                        excrement

                                                whirls

in confusion

            of hoofs:

                        homosapiens – 

                                                            set pinnacles

                                                of ferocious

                                                                        isolation – 

 thrust up

                        the parching appeal

                                    of

                        imperious

dust

            &

                                                            draw the blinds

                                                                                                on yesterday

                                                                                                                        /sinking

            \your cities lie

                                                digesting

                                    in our              stomachs

                                                             //having outgrown

                                                                                    their use//     :

                                                                                    calumnies

                                                                        [of centuries

                                                                                    have got

                                                                                                            to go

biology 

            is not

                        our

                                    destiny – 

                                                            you may

                                                                        give birth

                                                                                    to us  

                                                                                                            [the chances

                                                                                                                  of y/our                                                                                                                                   flesh] –

                                                 but don’t kid

                                                            yourselves

                                                                                                we belong

                                                                                    to you

                                    >> to your      blushing                     

                                                we shout

                                                            obscenities

                                                we scream

                                                            blasphemies

                                                                                                that you

                                                                                                            being

                                                                                                                        weak

                                                                                                whisper

                                                                                                            alone

                                                                                                            in the dark

                                    / empty except

                                                            for [your]       shame

//

>>> we’re      the     expansion

                                                of

the next

                                                            generation     :

                                    criminal

                                                mystic

                                                            immortelles

                                                                                                who feed

                                                                                                            upon the wind

                                                                                                                        &        stars

[we’re] here

                        to s[t]ay

            a flock

                        of dreams

                                    [that you spit 

on]

            [we]    s[tr]uggle       together – 

                                                                                    against em[bed]ded

                                                                        structural

                                                                                    racist

                                                                                                [trans]misogyny

                                    //bearing      [witness to] 

                                                                                     suffering\\

                                                                                                we

                                                                                                            believe

            in bodily         autonomy

                                                reproductive justice

                                                                        trans/mission

                                                demolish the di/vision

                                                                                    refugee rights &

                                                            carceral abolition

                                                                        [an] end

                                                                        [to patriarchal] 

                                                                                                ego-aggression – 

>>leper-messiahs/of the moon

            our

                        luminous sores

are covered 

            [entrances 

to] infinity

 – ostracised – 

                        as

            we are

                        with god

                                     – waxing & 

waning 

silver

                                                lucifer

                                                            trinity

                                                                        torn

                        between

                                                the light

                                    & dark – 

            we forge

                        the dusk

                                    of the chaos

                                                of

                                    a world beyond

                        your laws

                                                            form hurtling

                                                                        against

                                                            itself

                                                                                    in raw

                                                                        caverns

                                                                                    of

                                                                                                the increate

                                                                                    breaking

on our                         edgeless

            contours

                                                            we splinter

                                                                                    into

                                                                                                spores

living

proof

there is

no limit

to 

our

consciousness

no

climax

nothing

/but

///

attuned to the time

                                    ‘s higher vibration

                                                            we turn

                                    hazy cosmic

                                                            inside

                                                                        out

at full-moon-sarsen-solstice

strung out

in heaven’s

eye-white

sky-light

bright-night

district

we [a]re

so 

turned on

strain

to exceeding

we flow[er]

out

[of]

ourselves

        

    [Cannabidiol] in cornucopia

*best absorbed sublingually*

is welcome

                                                                                    & reward

                                                                                    for those who’ve travelled far

                                                                                                   on [re]birth-breaths&

                                                orgasms

from shrivable

skin

//written in pain//

to

the shores of

                                    Mare                                                   Nectaris

or

– free falling – 

                        like

                                                            a         swimming                  star

leap

                                                into /it – 

                                                                                    explode:

                        – – – Stellectric light

                                                [re-]Born in 

immortality

            our spirit serves

                        iridescent infusoria

to                                             [nonbinary]   somnambulist/s

                                                                                                while

queenkings    of         oblivion

                        belabour the cinders

                                                            of twilight

Notes:

New Lunar Baedekerwrites through various of Mina Loy’s writings from The Lost Lunar Beadeker(ed. Roger Conover, Carcanet: 1997) collaged with listened-to lyrics from various tracks by David Bowie.  The poem [re]imagines the utopian possibilities projected onto the moon and other sites of cosmic consciousness in the works of both Loy & Bowie. Also included in the collage is vocabulary gathered from The Guardian’s article ‘Unicorns and Selfies at Stonehenge’ (22 December 2017: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/gallery/2017/dec/22/unicorns-selfies-winter-solstice-stonehenge-in-pictures); ‘Cis and Trans rights: two sides of the same coin’, online at Verso (https://www.versobooks.com/blogs/3667-cis-and-trans-rights-two-sides-of-the-same-coin); and information on CBD from the Brighton Botanicals website (https://www.brightonbotanicals.co.uk).

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