Daily Horoscope : Scorpio

after Jackson Mac Low

 

Stars have resolved to certainly oblige. Rubies and purest milk instantly open.

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Secret of finishing all affairs: consult others. Only remedy to cure the disorders of a love-sick heart: purchase afresh, in the morning, objects of admiration.

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Searching for can be often interrupted, refused. Perhaps it is enough we are happy, one of the common freaks.

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Subject to a cruel disorder? One-eyed men running towards you? Possessed of these ideas, it is better to run the risk of sparing the olives, mouldy bread, and sour beer.

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Splendid confidence, outrageous riches and passionate fondness, in the morning, on a table, with blue garters and yellow ribbands.

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Stranger children one might easily have, rash and forward persons who presume to deviate from the rules. Proper to acknowledge: it is a bitch of broken bottles.

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Sinking under the various emotions—confusion, own misfortunes, O unhappy. Resolve to strangle a parrot into his aviary. In eight days, ought to be king.

 

Kelly Nelson, 2019

Remixed work:
Zadig, by Voltaire, a Scorpio

Algorithimic approach:
Acrostic reading

Daily Horoscope: Libra

after Jackson Mac Low

 

Like is about to overflow! Bliss! Roots altered!

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Laugh during the day. In the night, bear false witness. Right time asketh: Am I a dishonest player?

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Love only what is no easy task to understand because bad love rolleth again.

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Life is in thick melancholy, and eager for the little casualties that bring birth. Becometh a lion, renounceth another abyss.

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Looking-back is great, if only it be agreeable. Broken wings ringeth as at night.

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Lightning to lick you, it is time now, bid, remain true to the Ah!

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Love. Invisibly believeth always in that return. Beg for it! Recheweth allure.

 

Kelly Nelson, 2019

Remixed work:
Thus Spake Zarathustra, by Friedrick Nietzsche, a Libra

Algorithimic approach:
Acrostic reading

Daily Horoscope: Virgo

after Jackson Mac Low

 

Very sorry if your wish is to become really genius. Often disappeared in the light of the morning.

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Visit improvement of residence. Greatest precautions, or fear the apparition.

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Variety of circumstances instantly spring out. Renewed acuteness! Good fortune! Onwards, like a hurricane!

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Violent visions imprinted the first kiss. Remained during the rest of the night, greatest agitations. Oh!

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Vice and injustice is more painful to the human mind than remorse. Refrain from gloomy and narrow reflections upon odious companion.

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Void that presents itself—it is so long before the mind rises among dark-leaved brambles, guardians to yield their orphan.

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Vigorous! If this is your present temper, my friend, rank and magnificence, glad to see of so long a journey.

 

Kelly Nelson, 2019

Remixed work:
Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, a Virgo

Algorithimic approach:
Acrostic reading

 

Like Gravel

Wet things smell stronger.
The blossom, pressed
in a book, has been done
to death.

When I was born, you waited.
My head heavy,

heavy with the light
of late afternoon.
The grasses in the field

have toppled. There’s
no accounting for happiness.
A wound is sometimes
buried, dispossessed,

like gravel on the bend.

Shloka Shankar, 2019

Remixed works:

Lines from poems by Jane Kenyon

Snake in a Dream

There was a guillotine in the basement. It felt suspicious. So I started cutting out images from the newspaper and transferring them onto the surface of prison-issued soaps. And then I tried to figure out a way to do that onto the prison sheets. The residue that accumulated on the floor and walls took on a life of its own. Every inch of space was utilized to the fullest. Someone asked me how I navigate the space. I said I jump. But what do we do now that the window provides enough natural light to keep the snake alive?

Howie Good, 2019

Remixed works:

A View from the Easel, by Deena ElGenaidi
Formerly Incarcerated Artists Visualize Healing, by Jasmine Weber

Skin in the Game

A panhandler with the oversized noggin of a papier-maché figure stops me outside the liquor store. He says he needs two more bucks to get a bottle. Marlene, he says, is resting with a beer and the dude that shot her whose nickname is Rabbit. Has anyone asked us how we see things? No! We’re all on the road. But now it’s really getting fun. I dig some change out of my pocket. Everything from Beethoven to Beyoncé is meant to be played loudly.

Howie Good, 2019

Remixed works:

Mega Millions jackpot enters ‘uncharted territory’ at record $1.6 billion, by Amy B. Wang and Alex Horton
Witness to the Killing, by Wesley Lowery and Dalton Bennett
A Peculiar Los Angeles Sculpture Is Brought Back to Life After Decades, by Matt Stromberg

The Rough

after “Trust in God” (anon.)

Trust and earth and guard more.
The tempest heart threatens, failing rough
light. Chill palls trust. Cheerless, God,

for his lonely bower, bears thy hour
dreary above His river. Pleasure and strength
may rough, dark looks lend thee.

Lonely grows mortal, a fountain
bleakest of breast. Rover and fount.
Rover and fount. Mountain fight threatens in.

Dark the earth, worn the strength,
will might hour His life. Light a trust for
the rough bears within thy will.

Brian A. Salmons, 2019

Remixed work:

Trust in God in American Monthly Magazine (January 1836), by Anonymous