EQUINOX FULL MOON: FALLING INTO MA’S ROADHOUSE
SOMETIMES IF FEEL THAT MY LIFE IS A SERIES OF TRAPEZE SWINGS.
I”M EITHER HANGING UP IN A TRAPEZE BAR
OR SWINGING ALONG
OR, FOR A FEW MOMENTS IN MY LIFE
I’M HURTLING ACROSS SPACE
IN BETWEEN TRAPEZE BARS
THE TRANSITION ZONES IN OUR LIVES
ARE INCREDIBLY RICH PLACES
THEY SHOULD BE HONORED
THEY ARE THE MOST ALIVE
MOST GROWTH FILLED
MOST EXPANSIVE MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES
BECAUSE HURTLING THROUGH THE VOID
WE MAY JUST LEARN HOW TO FLY
Quite an amazing feeling of Falling into the New as the Full Moon in Aries lined up on the E/W axis of my natal chart at 5:17 AM this morning. I am full of new plans to apply my theory outside of the insular NYC art world.
I was away for nearly a week on a family trip to realize my brother’s dream, to travel the Erie Canal in a boat, entering the locks that we never tired of experiencing from the outside on visits to our grandmother’s house in Lyons, NY.
The experience was so apt for the onset of the Fall Equinox. Being inside the lock as the water was drained felt like a descent into the Underworld, and then arising, prompting a spontaneous outpouring:
As the leaves start to turn
And Persephone begins her descent into the Underworld
We four Streitfelds are reflecting on the joyous frutation of a long-cherished dream
to be inside the locks of the Erie Canal as our boat descends and ascends
After a childhood spent gazing upon the process from outside
With our ancestry passed through four generations of matriarchal lineage
(Vocker, Klippel, Deachler and Seligman) in the lock town of Lyons
We grew up in the mythical lore of the Erie Canal
As we would pass over the bridge passing over lock 38A
My mother would declare, “Your grandfather built this bridge.”
This youthful refrain now met an upward gaze
Thank you Midlakes Navigation for providing a bridge to our youth!
–entered into Otisco logbook on September 20, 2010
We spent the day of the Fall Equinox hunting down the haunts of our ancestry.
And the evening with entertainment provided by my brother, delivered via the airwaves…
My brother’s new reality TV show, Ma’s Roadhouse, aired for the second time under this full moon, challenges my new orientation of interpreting a newly emerged archetype in the pop culture. The series offers a descent into Texan biker culture, where scantily clad woman are treated like cattle, evidenced in last night’s episode of rounding up the bikini contest babes with a prodding towards the stage.
The truTV series actually surprised me as a unique art form reminiscent of Charles Mee’s bobrauschenbergamerica that I reviewed as “breathing a fresh wind into American theater” in its premiere at Stamford Center for the Arts. Told from a dramatic personal perspective that hits the universal through some brilliant editing, Ma’s Roadhouse sums up the blend of authenticity, entertainment and folklore…
..that attracted my family to such unique “slice of Americana” locales as on our cross country road trips with our own mother, who is diametrically opposite the raspy foul mouthed mother spotlighted in his TV show!
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