Candlemas

"Wow" under the auspices of aquarian sympathy. At once the linked hands of the locality felt alone, and sorrowful, and they did not know why. On such a funny hop into February, 40 days after the global Christ Mass. 

I found things topsy down sideways, the scene was backwards, My brothers and sisters set out to remind me, that the communion is vast, the blood runs deep. I heard rain pittering the tin roof of the empty patio. And unmistakably I began to see much purple, ambrosia, pink, periwinkle, violet, blue, streaking the sky, viewing it now from the train car. It's more than a gentle reminder of the warmth inside the wilderness. And for the day of the Candlemas - Groundhog's day -  I hooked groups of garnet gathered like grapes onto my earlobes, and wore a pair of shoes that I already put into a box to be donated, and a belt that was passed to me by the local painter James Thacker. 

Wow. So quickly do thoughts of flattery fill me over the slightest gestures with my fellows. How we take for granted the women in our lives whose profound, innate capacity to give lights up our days. Ladies adore things, in abundance, they love to give each other little treats, trinkets, ribbons, sweets, and plastic toys. Even their smiles and introductions are worth savoring. And How we gloss over the vulnerable male, his need to be charmed and comforted through the verbal senses, his concealed readiness to oblige the one who speaks well to him. Carefully, even , as I sometimes do not realize how transfixing this can be for a man! 

I myself am glad to be so flattered by these flighty intimacies between us. Sometimes, my opinion is not so congenial. Sometimes, I am sickened. It is all part of the same system. Watch their reactions to your revelations, your presentations of heart, your hearth, in touch and in object and in word. Why, if I met the eyes of any, I heard a world at once! The ruling principle of contact. 

And of course the preservation of your self Is an immaculate responsibility with respect to the Intime. Intime a shut cupboard. "Guys", I'm like, "Guys!" To Whoever is around - does anyone feel they just look back at you unconnecting? I wanted to make a break into this ornery month about the excitment of Candlemas, oh then I have much to dish about Intimacy. Oh, Obsession. Unbored, unsimple, insatiety of desire... 

Forecasted for the month: The Siberian iris, crystals of hanged ice, one dinner in earnest, a child's wand, renewed labor contract; Shaking hands, shaking it off, Restive, expulsory, the intime sonnating. 

Candlemas is the mark of the end of the epiphany period, with the Presentation of the Lord to God as the Virgin's gift. Just as I mentioned that February, Februum, is the month of purification. It is a cerebral period, decidedly man's most cognizant period, and the intiation that takes place before seasonal dissolution (spell of death breaks to form spring) . This median between the winter solstice and the spring equinox is a celestial and agricultural dipping point recognized across time, after the festivities of the Saturnalian mood subside. We are not outside, we are inside, under the thumb of the seasons, ear to the earth, we feel thumping against hollow ground initiative of organic life yet to come.