This week there's a good piece about the uncomfortably scratchy quincunx aspect from Matthew Currie at
Oh My Stars!:
Annoying But Useful Astrology Aspects, Part 1:
The Quincunx.
Talking of uncomfortable aspects - or prospects - I'm trying to forget that Republican presidential candidates will be debating tonight...but reading a few poems yesterday morning I came across a line (highlighted below) that could be apt for the occasion.
W.H. Auden's
"Villanelle":
Time can say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you, I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
If I could tell you, I would let you know.
So, dear passing readers, do please be my guests today, to bring up anything else that comes to mind.
