And with a degree of harmony between Saturn, Uranus, Pluto and Neptune in , this has the potential to be a great year. A year in which solutions can be found, or at least worked toward, in some of the most pressing global problems, including those inspired by climate change. Uranus entered Taurus in mid-May , but then moved back into Aries and will remain there until March of Uranus is the revolutionary of the planets, the innovator and the iconoclast, so its transit of this Venus-ruled earth sign for the next seven years is going to produce some exciting developments in architecture, technology, engineering, food, the beauty business, farming and agriculture.
But we can also expect financial collapses and the destruction of places and buildings of historical significance. Already in we witnessed the loss of two iconic museums in Glasgow and Brazil due to fires; and unprecedented hurricanes and typhoons devastated parts of the world from Indonesia to Hawaii. We spend more money, enjoy taking holidays and getting out of our comfort zones.
Then again, the last time Jupiter transited Sagittarius was in , and we can all remember what happened when the sub-prime mortgage market collapsed: it was the precipitator to the global recession. And is looking distinctly troublesome. The number Three is an harmonious number: it promotes optimism and stimulates communications. We stretch our boundaries in a Three year and reach out to people in different countries and embrace different cultures.
The year of the Earth Pig is similarly positive. Good luck and good times are to be expected. Then again, like a Jupiter transit, you can have too much of a good thing, and excess can lead to loss of control and ultimately collapse. Trade is going to be an important issue for Technically, Jupiter should preside over some monster trade deals, however, this same influence can inspire trade wars, and we can already see this potential developing between the US and China. And regardless how Great Britain and Europe end their relationship, trade will suffer in the wake of it.
Since August a series of eclipses has occurred in Leo or Aquarius, which is why, if you belong to these two signs you have had such an up and down time of it. This eclipse series has a distinctly royal aura to it, especially regarding the British Crown, being in play during the toppling of the English monarchy in But with one eclipse yet to come 21 January there could be much, much more to the royal story before the end of In a nutshell, is a year to make the most of everything we have and everything that comes to us. It is also a year that we should liken to autumn: a beautiful season but one that precedes winter; and in keeping with nature, we should store our resources in preparation for a lean and mean period.
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You will be closing chapters and opening new ones. Not only is Saturn helping you to become a more substantial figure, to acquire gravitas, and Pluto to eliminate obstacles to your progress, but three eclipses bring an element of fate and destiny into the mix. For many Capricorns life-changes begin in early January: a decision about a relationship for some, career and home moves in the pipeline for others.
And July is another month of major developments. Capricorn likes to take its time, but sometimes this translates as clinging on for far too long. By December, you want as much as possible signed and sealed, done and dusted. The meaning of an eclipse is most often delivered to us by a person. Put another way, other people become the agents of change for us.
Their presence in our lives and their actions take us into new territory. Someone you meet around New Year or in July will be a game-changer; likewise, the most important romantic events will tend to occur at these same times. There is a similar unexpected aura to most of July, but especially on or near the 16th, and while a grande passion might well be ignited then, a relationship in trouble could reach breaking point.
Keep remembering is a watershed year because what comes to an end is paving the way for a future you could not imagine. You can get places with Saturn but hardly ever in one easy step. Sort order. No dreams, no desires. I am like the luscious deceptive fruit which hangs on the Californian trees.
One more ray of sun and I will be rotten. He is like a bloodhound once he catches the scent of a female that he has not had carnal knowledge with. It wasn't that Henry made the best of first impressions, but give him time, give him an evening with a nun, and she'll be at the altar the next morning, still trembling from a night of degradation, renouncing or reaffirming her vows.
Henry fought with his wife, the first wife, the one with the shovel face, like two piranhas caught in a barrel. If you have read any of Henry's books you know that he shares his life, everything, even the stuff that makes him look like a lout. We had a hot discussion and finally I lost my temper and I clouted her and she fell on the floor and began to weep and sob.
The girl upstairs came running down to see what was the matter. She was in her kimono and her hair was hanging down her back. In the excitement she got close to me and things happened without either of us intending anything to happen. I didn't believe that part for a second. We put the wife to bed with a wet towel around her forehead and the while the girl upstairs was bending over her I stood behind her and lifting her kimono. I got it into her and she stood there a long time talking a lot of foolish soothing nonsense.
Finally I climbed into bed with the wife and to my utter amazement she began to cuddle up to me and without saying a word we locked horns and we stayed that way until dawn. I should have been worn out but instead I was wide awake, and I lay there beside her planning to take the day off and look up the whore with the beautiful fur whom I was talking to earlier in the day.
After that I began to think about another woman, the wife of one of my friends. Henry is a man that is never satiated. One conquest launches him on a quest for the next one. With a clap on my shoulder and a squeeze Henry always has a new story that has me shaking my head. By comparison, I feel like my life is as boring as a Methodist sermon. Henry is living for all of us.
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Like every other fool I know I've lent Henry money. Lent, that is rich, I'm still deluding myself. He doesn't repay a loan. He makes you forget you lent it to him in the first place. I remember one night when a mutual friend of ours explained the circumstances with Henry. It's like throwing it down a sewer, I know, but I'll do it for you just the same. The truth is, Henry, I like you a hell of a lot. I've taken more from you than I would from anybody in the world. It wasn't until we were leaving, weaving our own snake trail out the door, that my friend discovered that along with the money, Henry had also absconded with his hat.
I was with Henry the night he met the nymphomaniac Paula. This is the incarnation of the hallucination of sex, the sea nymph squirming in the maniac's arms. I have never figured out if Henry is a coward or the bravest of the brave. He rejects the life that I spend so much of each day trying to build for myself.
He didn't tell me this, but I found it in one of his books. It's terrible to be civilized, because when you come to the end of the world you have nothing to support the terror of loneliness. To be civilized is to have complicated needs, And a man, when he is full blown, shouldn't need a thing.
He is living off the efforts of "civilized" men and women. He doesn't have to own anything, because someone will always give him what he needs. About the big issues he was clear, but confronted by the petty details of life he was bewildered. He published books describing a life so unencumbered that even those of us perfectly satisfied with our soft lives, eking out a possession laden life of soulless corporate kowtowing, have doubts that we have chosen our lives wisely.
Henry met this woman named June who hauled him off to Paris. June I don't get to hear his stories first hand anymore. I have to buy his books to find out what he has been up to. I miss Henry. He had me gaze upon the greener pastures on the other side of the fence, but he couldn't convince me to jump over and stay over. Every so often, despite his better financial circumstances, I still get a note from him with a plea for a few dollars for old time's sake. I, the dutiful enabling friend, always send him what I can spare. View all 68 comments. Oct 15, Jana rated it really liked it Shelves: fiction.
All throughout this book I was thinking about one thing: when was Cancer and when was Capricorn written. The first one was published in , and the second in Four years made this huge progression — Miller really evolved as a writer, he became more concentrated and maybe a bit humbler. He is still unconventional, but although he's a mad man I even felt sorry for him, which I think he would hate the most , I've found so much mellowness, wisdom and truth in his words that I found myself ha All throughout this book I was thinking about one thing: when was Cancer and when was Capricorn written.
He is still unconventional, but although he's a mad man I even felt sorry for him, which I think he would hate the most , I've found so much mellowness, wisdom and truth in his words that I found myself having goose skin. He still has neurotic shifts and he writes about so many people, but in the beginning he described as a hypothesis, what would happen if he wrote thousands of stories.
Would they collapse, would they kill each other, would a reader die suffocating in overwhelming — ness? Inconsiderate, definitely — his wife was having a second abortion while he was screwing his secretary who borrowed them money for the hospital. But, maybe I like this book more than Tropic of Cancer because he instead of talking about actual physical sex, sorrowness and how high he is, he writes about retrospection, perception and introspection of his own life and people around him.
Yes, sometimes too much gibberish psycho-philosophical rambling, but at least he was honest. And inspiring in this inner struggles and rawness. More you understand yourself, more you are prone to go deeper with yourself. And heavy self evaluating analysis are always bordering with the dark side. This topic is endless. View all 7 comments. Oct 18, Vit Babenco rated it it was amazing. What does it take to become a writer?
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And true selves can be very different. Everything that happens, when it has significance, is in the nature of a contradiction. Until the one for whom this is written came along I imagined that somewhere outside, in life, as they say, lay the solutions to all things. I thought, when I came upon her, that I was seizing hold of life, seizing hold of something which What does it take to become a writer?
I thought, when I came upon her, that I was seizing hold of life, seizing hold of something which I could bite into. Instead I lost hold of life completely. I reached out for something to attach myself to — and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself, left high and dry as I was, I nevertheless found something I had not looked for — myself.
The narration comes as a rave of a cynical lunatic… And this madman abides in the hallucinatory world of his own making. I was walking again in Dreamland and a man was walking above me on a tightrope and above him a man was sitting in an aeroplane spelling letters of smoke in the sky. The woman hanging on my arm was pregnant and in six or seven years the thing she was carrying inside her would be able to read the letters in the sky and he or she or it would know that it was a cigarette and later would smoke the cigarette, perhaps a package a day.
And the narration comes as an obscene prayer to the goddess Astarte… Capricorn is a lascivious goat after all… And tropic is a gateway to the hottest and wettest equatorial zone… My eyes are useless, for they render back only the image of the known. My whole body must become a constant beam of light, moving with an ever greater rapidity, never arrested, never looking back, never dwindling. The city grows like a cancer; I must grow like a sun. The city eats deeper and deeper into the red; it is an insatiable white louse which must die eventually of inanition. I am going to starve the white louse which is eating me up.
I am going to die as a city in order to become again a man. Therefore I close my ears, my eyes, my mouth. Henry Miller is grotesquely farcical and cynically truthful… These days truth is rare merchandise because it brings angst and anxiety but it is a merchandise any authentic writer must deal in.
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In America, an obsession. In other parts of the world, a fact. Mainly, I read this to broaden my horizons and experience first-hand the text underlying the fuss that was made over Henry Miller when his two Tropic novels were finally published in the U. Tropic of Capricorn , a semi-autobiographical prequel to Tropic of Cancer set in s Paris , though published a few years after, is set Prolix Hyperbolics by an Existentialist Sexaholic on His Manhattan Frolics " Sex.
Tropic of Capricorn , a semi-autobiographical prequel to Tropic of Cancer set in s Paris , though published a few years after, is set mostly in Manhattan of the s. It's not chronological; rather, it skips around to revisit Miller's hetero-development and sexual high jinks in the Big Apple, including his sexual relationship with his year-old piano teacher when he was 15, and a blunt description of nearly every other first encounter with a very diverse legion of women.
The world of men and women are making merry in the cemetery grounds. They are having sexual intercourse, God bless them, and I am alone in the Land of Fuck. Call this brusque erotica with a literary bent, a pre-Crash lascivious bash, merit-worthy filth for those of that ilk, or prickly porn for cunning linguists.
Your choice. I could take it or leave it. For one thing, it's too damned wordy. Another, I hate the "c" word for female genitalia and Miller peppers this book with it. Horizon expanded by maybe half a foot. Do NOT read the below hidden quote if you are sensitive to vulgar language. What is unmentionable is pure fuck and pure cunt; it must be mentioned only in deluxe editions, otherwise the world will fall apart.
What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse. But fuck, the real thing, cunt, the real thing, seems to contain some unidentified element which is far more dangerous than nitroglycerine. View 2 comments. He pays homage to Dadaism and Surrealism, but not as influences so much as discoveries after-the-fact; discoveries of like-minds who he never knew existed until he was already like-minded. The narrative is dense, compacted, sometimes a single paragraph will extend over several pages, an The narrative is dense, compacted, sometimes a single paragraph will extend over several pages, and stylistically shifts gear, sometimes mid-sentence, between a kind of almost traditional yarn-spinning story-telling mode and rambling inner monologues on the idea of the self and society and almost anything, where metaphors and similes crash one upon the other in waves and spurts I mean, an orgasm that goes on too long can become painful Nobody understood what I was writing about or why I wrote that way.
I was so lucid that they said I was daffy. Late in the novel, Miller uses a metaphor to describe his process as going from skating to swimming to being a stone. This is the skating along the surface, something he used to do as a child to get by. Coming to some sort of realization of this allows one to swim, to be in it and of it.
But, finally, in a Zen-like nirvanic construction, the self becomes free from its exteriors and knowledge of itself. Some interesting and heavily counter-intuitive and Dadaist developments occur through this. To be selfish in the ordinary sense is to be overly concerned with others, since it is to others that you bring yourself to be selfed, for example. This is the spell that is put upon you, that must be broken. Far from being nihilistic, and at least influenced to some degree by Nietzsche and Dostoevsky, there is a great celebration of what it is to be completely real and in the moment of human life.
To say Yes. To not desire other than through your immediate need and craving. There is only an imaginary line between the Tropics, that is, how we name them, how we make them be. It is tempting to think otherwise, because we can imagine how the world would still circle the sun in the same way if we ceased to be here drawing our lines all over the place to track such things, but the tracks are our tracks.
And Miller is not reductive of this, in the end. When he is despairing of his urban landscape at one point, he suddenly realises that the landscape is just as human as he is. The lamp post he was staring dismally at is It is a human lamp post. Optimism and delight in the most ordinary aspects of man stripped down to his core is the end point, and a kind of acceptance of the idea of humanity in all its frailties.
You can even says Yes and No at the same time View all 8 comments. Although this novel less famous than tropic of Cancer - for example 8, ratings, reviews against 26, ratings, 1, reviews in goodreads - But it's the better one. When i read Tropic of Cancer i were prepared to all the beauty in it, I read it many years ago translated into Arabic, read many articles about it, But with Tropic of Capricorn - as i thought that Miller is a one work artist - it was like an aesthetic shock.
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Again the beautiful language, again the charming prose, I'm ready now Although this novel less famous than tropic of Cancer - for example 8, ratings, reviews against 26, ratings, 1, reviews in goodreads - But it's the better one. Again the beautiful language, again the charming prose, I'm ready now to read Miller's writing about anything even an advertising catalog. As in Tropic of cancer Miller talking about a lot of nonsense matters, But it is always how you talk about something not the thing itself that makes the great literature and art.
Some of the most amazing parts which delighted me are: - The employees of the telegraph company that he wrote his worst work about them. So why i didn't give it the 5 stars, because sometime Miller seems to lost the concept which he discuss and only remain the beautiful language which isn't a small element but not every thing. View all 4 comments. I was a senseless child when I read The Tropic of Cancer and I thought he was a machist and so on and you know what? I want to read the freaking Tropic of Cancer again! And now I sole it so I have to buy it again!
But I had the book in Portuguese though and I want to read it in English, so it was not so bad after all. Anyway, it was one of the happy moments of recognizing that Henry Miller is an intelligent, sensitive human-being and that I want to read more from him. There was so many beautiful sentences in this book and brilliant thoughts and ways of living your life.
It was very introspective for me. I am normally a fast reader but this book took me 3 weeks or something and it was only because it was so dense and profound for most of the time. Thanks for your insights Mister Miller! It doesn't feel so bad anymore to think of yourself as kind of alienated and for wanting more out of life and for not fitting into boxes. I think the quotes I added from this book speak for themselves. Jun 16, Cecilia rated it did not like it. I read the first few chapters I think it is because he was mooching off his wife while trying to shag someone else's wives in order to mooch off them too Like Bukowski, rather Bukowski copied him However if you randomly pick out a phrase or two But not enough synergy to make this pulp of a Dick lit.
Oh henry I suppose we should we grateful for that Those were the days, when simple not-so-well-travelled women got impressed by some guy who got his book banned in Turkey? View all 11 comments. Found it completely pointless.
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Maybe I dont get surreal style at all. Maybe this zig-zag approach to reality makes me dizzy. Point is, I am sure many of his admirers, if they missed the famous author name, would feel as I do about this book. View all 6 comments. Jul 03, Rainbow Jaguar rated it liked it Shelves: graphic-novel. I hate this book. I love this book. At moments I'm completely swept away or disgusted. Lost in a bleakness and shaking my head in pity for Henry.
At times his existence is loathsome like a bad acid trip. Other times it's over the top sexy. Juices tumbling out of groins. I feel like I'm in between those loins. View 1 comment. Nov 24, Zoey Heath rated it did not like it. Let's move on. View all 15 comments. One of the most intellectually stimulating works of literature I've ever read. View all 3 comments. It is no mean feat to take-away from a book an erudition. And for that I love him also. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for.
Chronically impecunious despite full time employment with the Western Union and feeling no fealty to anyone or anything, Miller chronicles this time in his life, spent mostly with a retinue of factotums and waybills — all trapped in a system that was so rotten, so inhuman, so lousy, so hopelessly corrupt and complicated, that it would have taken a genius to put any sense or order into it, to say nothing of human kindness or consideration — with both animus and amity. June was the one who convinced Miller to jack-in his job and take up writing full time while she machinated a variety of schemes to support them financially, whether parading around dance halls, running a speakeasy or collecting money from services rendered.
Writing of her elsewhere, Miller once noted: "I'm in love with a monster, the most gorgeous monster imaginable. She was double-barrelled, like a shot-gun, a female bull with an acetylene torch in her womb. In heat she focussed on the grand cosmocrator, her eyes rolled back to the whites, her lips a-saliva.
In the blind hole of sex she waltzed like a trained mouse, her jaws unhinged like a snake's, her skin horripilating in barbed plumes. Miller is not frugal with the scope of his subject matter either. He writes about everything from eating meat balls to eating pussy by way of St. You might scowl or snigger as he wrestles with the salacious and the sad, but you will not be unaffected. Jun 09, Jeruen rated it it was amazing.
I suppose I should preface this review with a warning. This is an explicit book. This book has full of sex. And this book has no plot. It opened my eyes. It was the first book that I read that had no plot at all, and I was looking for a story in the book, and yet there were none. It was just a three-hundred page rant about the traipsing of the author. I liked it. This time, I read Tropic of Capricorn, ten years after reading the first book.
And once again, I was amazed. Why did I pick this book? Well, it was first published in the s, but it was banned here in the United States for about 30 years, due to the sexually explicit content of the book. However, I suppose I like this book due to the fact that this gave way to freedom of speech and expression. So, what is this book about? He has sex with several women in the book, and it seems that he is the most virile character in literature that I have encountered so far.