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Recourse to Beauty, (tentatively) vol. 1

Recourse to Beauty, (tentatively) vol. 1

Images, sounds, & words plus some announcements

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Hi Everyone,

Something I became hyper aware of during last year’s Venus retrograde—and am reconnecting with on today’s Full Moon in Leo—is how vital beauty is to my well-being, and how when I forget about the centrality of aesthetics in my life I can easily become lost.

I have a couple classes now open for registration, some one-on-one openings, and a new weekly meeting for paying subscribers who are interested in engaging the major arcana in an ongoing, practical way. In lieu of a simple text announcement, I thought it might be fun to pull together a little set of recent favorite visuals, sounds, and words in a possibly new kind of Offering (but more likely a just-this-once thing).

The registration links are behind the paywall, because one of the perks of being a paying subscriber is that you get first dibs on live offerings. Either way, hope you find something resonant here. And if you’re eager to get to the registration links, just scroll all the way down.

Onward,

Jessica

An office with books arranged according to color, a desk with plants on it and two vases of bright red flowers in the middle, stacks of books and cards. Outside the window are bare trees and a small cottage.
Winter office
A tweet by rasha abdulhadi which says, "What is built can be unbuilt. The deathmongers do not have a monopoly on unmaking.
Tweet from Rasha Abdulhadi
I began to see that when we are worried about having to give too much, we become afraid to give anything at all. When we take full responsibility for our limits, we become relaxed and generous within those limits. It is backward from what we might think. The way to joy and generosity is not to push ourselves, but to own our limits. A passage from The Art of Giving and Receiving, by Betty Martin.
From Betty Martin’s The Art of Receiving and Giving: The Wheel of Consent and big shoutout to my therapist for telling me about her!

^ this is the best song, h/t to

Sydney Gore
& her hibernation.24 playlist

An older whit eman in thick rimmed glasses--Gilles Deleuze--is speaking into a microphone and there is a caption that says Beware of the other's dream.
Gilles Deleuze, from his 1987 lecture, “What is the creative act?”
An older white man with thick rimmed glasses--Gilles Deleuze--is speaking into a microphone and there is a caption that reads Because if you are caught in the other's dreams you are done for!
Gilles Deleuze, from his 1987 lecture “What is the creative act?”

^ This song is so sweet, I love Mon Rovîa <3

Without the escape-route of somehow conveying our refusal to mourn, we are reduced to a radical denial of loss, to pretending that we had absolutely nothing to lose. There can be no thought of speaking to someone else about our grief under these circumstances. The words that cannot be recalled, the tears that cannot be shed—everything will be swallowed along with the trauma that led to the loss. Swallowed and preserved. Inexpressible mourning erects a secret tomb inside the subject. Reconstituted from the memories of words, scenes, and affects, the objectal correlative of the loss is buried alive in the crypt as a full-fledged person, complete with its own topography. The crypt also includes the actual or supposed traumas that made introjection impracticable. (Abraham and Torok 1994, 130)
From Line Ryberg Ingerslev’s paper, “What the experience of transience tells us about the afterlife” in TheoLogica (2023)
A film still with a closed caption that reads "The moment of death depends on whoever controls time." IN the background is a chest with two medicine bottles sticking out of the top.
A still from “The Ladies of the Kind Death” directed by Fabrizio Galatea
Now, to feel something as real in the measure of its full reality is to love. It is love which awakens us to the reality of ourselves, to the reality of others, to the reality of the world and to the reality of God. In so far as we love ourselves, we feel real. And we do not love—or we do not love as much as ourselves—other beings, who seem to us to be less real. A passage from Meditations on the Tarot.
From the sixth letter in Meditations on the Tarot, “The Lovers”
Sardinia, source unknown

^ Okay, this dubplate Queen Omega did for Little Lion Sound is RIDICULOUS. Her voice is unbelievable. A go-to for me when the cruelty’s too much.

Opportunity. Presence of Mind. Peace on earth. Stable stoicism. Absence of metaphor. Responsibility. And hard facts. That was my prayer: to shake off the doting artistry of an over-eager poet with a proclivity to create dreams from doldrums; to approach the world as a concrete object, a thing to be held, not a thing to behold, or allegorized; to remain at peace and in careful jurisprudence in spite of the resentful intonation of my overarching loneliness that devastated innocent bystanders with all the magic castles of the imagination. I told myself: I must snuff out the candle of candy-corn dreams. I must soldier on like a dead-end daydream undeterred. I must be steadfast in the stolid presence and essence of common sense and survival. I must be true to life internal and reside in resignation at last. A passage from the booklet that comes with Sufjan Steven’s latest album Javelin.
From the booklet in Sufjan Stevens’ latest album, Javelin
A window in Mexico City, the wall is white and the window has bars over it that are painted gold, with a heart at the top and gold wings spanning out from the middle. At the bottom is a red trim.
Mexico City, 2023

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