Mercury Retrograde Quotes

Hitherto, the Palestinians had been relatively immune to this Allahu Akhbar style. I thought this was a hugely retrograde development. I said as much to Edward. To reprint Nazi propaganda and to make a theocratic claim to Spanish soil was to be a protofascist and a supporter of 'Caliphate' imperialism: it had nothing at all to do with the mistreatment of the Palestinians. Once again, he did not exactly disagree. But he was anxious to emphasize that the Israelis had often encouraged Hamas as a foil against Fatah and the PLO. This I had known since seeing the burning out of leftist Palestinians by Muslim mobs in Gaza as early as 1981. Yet once again, it seemed Edward could only condemn Islamism if it could somehow be blamed on either Israel or the United States or the West, and not as a thing in itself. He sometimes employed the same sort of knight's move when discussing other Arabist movements, excoriating Saddam Hussein's Ba'ath Party, for example, mainly because it had once enjoyed the support of the CIA. But when Saddam was really being attacked, as in the case of his use of chemical weapons on noncombatants at Halabja, Edward gave second-hand currency to the falsified story that it had 'really' been the Iranians who had done it. If that didn't work, well, hadn't the United States sold Saddam the weaponry in the first place? Finally, and always—and this question wasn't automatically discredited by being a change of subject—what about Israel's unwanted and ugly rule over more and more millions of non-Jews? I evolved a test for this mentality, which I applied to more people than Edward. What would, or did, the relevant person say when the United States intervened to stop the massacres and dispossessions in Bosnia-Herzegovina and Kosovo? Here were two majority-Muslim territories and populations being vilely mistreated by Orthodox and Catholic Christians. There was no oil in the region. The state interests of Israel were not involved (indeed, Ariel Sharon publicly opposed the return of the Kosovar refugees to their homes on the grounds that it set an alarming—I want to say 'unsettling'—precedent). The usual national-security 'hawks,' like Henry Kissinger, were also strongly opposed to the mission. One evening at Edward's apartment, with the other guest being the mercurial, courageous Azmi Bishara, then one of the more distinguished Arab members of the Israeli parliament, I was finally able to leave the arguing to someone else. Bishara [...] was quite shocked that Edward would not lend public support to Clinton for finally doing the right thing in the Balkans. Why was he being so stubborn? I had begun by then—belatedly you may say—to guess. Rather like our then-friend Noam Chomsky, Edward in the final instance believed that if the United States was doing something, then that thing could not by definition be a moral or ethical action.

it seems kind of insane to think that letting the voices of the Internet scribble all over everything would be anything other than an endless mandala of swastikas and jizz, but that’s how optimistic I was at the time.

This year there will be an eclipse of the Moon on the fourth day of August.9 Saturn will be retrograde; Venus, direct; Mercury, variable. And a mass of other planets will not proceed as they used to.10 As a result, crabs this year will walk sideways, rope-makers work backwards, stools end up on benches, and pillows be found at the foot of the bed;11 many men’s bollocks will hang down for lack of a game-bag;12 the belly will go in front and the bum be the first to sit down; nobody will find the bean in their Twelfth Night cake; not one ace will turn up in a flush; the dice will never do what you want, however much you may flatter them;13 and the beasts will talk in sundry places.

Mercury in retrograde? More like I’m permanently insane no matter what the fuck Mercury does

Retrograde mercury is the only enemy that writers have.

She fusses for the wrong reasons. She's not really fussing because severe weather is in today's forecast, or because my brother Ethan died, leaving her with only one child to fret about, or because I'm addicted to prescription drugs--which she doesn't even know--but because Mercury is in retrograde.

This could, quite possibly, be the dumbest thing she’d ever done: pursuing a poisonous basilisk into a cave during an earthquake in the company of a bunch of dead guys, armed with a potato cannon and a six-pack of lye. Never mind her soggy pink fiberglass armor. This was going to be an epic way to die. The

My dad at the baccarat table, in the air-conditioned midnight. There’s always more to things, a hidden level. Luck in its darker moods and manifestations. Consulting the stars, waiting to make the big bets when Mercury was in retrograde, reaching for a knowledge just beyond the known. Black his lucky color, nine his lucky number. Hit me again pal. There’s a pattern and we’re a part of it. Yet if you scratched very deep at that idea of pattern (which apparently he had never taken the trouble to do), you hit an emptiness so dark that it destroyed, categorically, anything you’d ever looked at or thought of as light.

When Mercury is retrograde, stay flexible, allow more time for travel, and don’t sign contracts. Review projects and plans but wait until Mercury is direct again to make final decisions. In 2022, Mercury will be retrograde during January 13–February 3, May 10–June 2, September 9–October 1, and December 28–(January 18, 2023).

Itching, itching. Skin on fire. Nausea and splitting headache. The more sumptuous the dope, the deeper the anguish—mental and physical—when it wore off. I was back to the chunk spewing out of Martin’s forehead only on a more intimate level, inside it almost, every pulse and spurt, and—even worse, a deeper freezing point entirely—the painting, gone. Bloodstained coat, the feet of the running-away kid. Blackout. Disaster. For humans—trapped in biology—there was no mercy: we lived a while, we fussed around for a bit and died, we rotted in the ground like garbage. Time destroyed us all soon enough. But to destroy, or lose, a deathless thing—to break bonds stronger than the temporal—was a metaphysical uncoupling all its own, a startling new flavor of despair. My dad at the baccarat table, in the air-conditioned midnight. There’s always more to things, a hidden level. Luck in its darker moods and manifestations. Consulting the stars, waiting to make the big bets when Mercury was in retrograde, reaching for a knowledge just beyond the known. Black his lucky color, nine his lucky number. Hit me again pal. There’s a pattern and we’re a part of it. Yet if you scratched very deep at that idea of pattern (which apparently he had never taken the trouble to do), you hit an emptiness so dark that it destroyed, categorically, anything you’d ever looked at or thought of as light.

Maybe those campers were into something strange,” Maria mused. “Did you see any Ouija boards or salt circles? Any summoning Cthulhu with a pop-up gate to hell? I hear the Dark Lord loves toasted marshmallows.

Chiron turns retrograde on the 24th. When it does, it is at a number of midpoints involving the Sun, Moon, Mercury, and Neptune. Chiron does tend to show up when medical diagnoses are required. With Neptune in the picture, however, medical tests can be misleading or may be read improperly—that is, the reading can simply be incorrect or key evidence may be missed.

Did you see any Ouija boards or salt circles? Any summoning Cthulhu with a pop-up gate to hell? I hear the Dark Lord loves toasted marshmallows.

Once upon a time when his chances of survival were greater than a mosquito in a bat cave. Dallas

Mercury retrograde doesn’t create the stuff, it just makes a bit of a mess of it.

I thought having an unpublished novel in the drawer to be the ultimate unbearable failure. I had been trained to avoid humiliation at all costs.

and actually, that distance is what I sometimes miss: the foggy, scrim-bound, protected feeling

from within me came highs of excitement, a sleep deficit, a pervasive hum of anxiety.

Being around Marcus made me feel like I was on drugs, like anything I said could be correct, like the air between my assertions and reality was buoy-ant, thin, and whooshing away.

He thinks you are the girl with the dragon tattoo,” she told me once, which puzzled me. Years later, I understood what she meant.

was telling her what our old professor said in a recent talk, critiquing the idea of empathy. “Think about it,” they said, “when you take a walk in someone else’s shoes, you’ve taken their shoes!

Nina was standing there stooped like a drowned little cherub, her whirlsiness extinguished, irritated and wry.

as if we were there simply to feed the Internet back at itself, make them eat it, the hypocrisy of celebrating difference.

Could you be trolling and believe in it at the same time?

i.e. to disprove specialness or make a new model, a generational model that got away from it – but I also wanted to be special for making the meme. I wanted zero authorship and to be the one true author, all at the same time.

a special form of humor that sometimes made me sigh, or shudder.

My phone was dead. I put it inside the front waistband of my jeans, where the dual force of my denim and thong pressed a cold rectangle into my flesh. Pressing my device against my skin so it would warm up enough to turn on and yield the maps to my next destination in inscrutable, freezing Munich. I was charging my phone with my body, getting myself unlost.

It’s kind of like handing a young high school graduate in Ray Bans a sports car he’s about to crash and watching his energy spike, maybe you can poke a straw in him and drink some.

cool. I liked that Piet understood that doing the memes was not about purposefully blanding yourself due to a deep cynicism about human individuality; rather it came from hopefulness about the tastes and desires of large swaths of humanity, and recognition that we were all deep down totally weird freaks who only sometimes felt at home with other people.

She was shaking her hand too, but caught my eyes, and her gaze was full of darkness.

was a woman, despite an early groping by a boss, cruelty from male relatives, and a host of misogynistic boyfriends. You need pattern recognition to see all this as misogyny, and I didn’t have the pattern recognition working right, then. I was shielded from this recognition by my collective

At first, I liked that my mental illness was considered a mark of belonging. I thought I was destigmatizing something by describing my new medication to any coworker who asked; now I’m not so sure. Maybe it was brave, weird, exhibitionist, socially suicidal, or all of the above. Maybe I just felt scared and alone, and thought that talking about it would make me feel less disconnected and better understood.

There’s only so much one can do with Mercury in retrograde, but…” She let out a long, theatrical breath.

There's an increased domestic violence during Mercury Retrograde periods. My research findings show this.

My groundbreaking research shows that there's a spike in Domestic Violence during Mercury Retrograde. People can start observing this from as early as the pre-shadow period of the Mercury Retrograde event to its post-shadow phase. Planets never lie. Only people do.

There once was a town. It was a quaint little town, in a quiet valley, where life moved at the pace of snails and the only road in was the only way out, too. There was a candy store that sold the sweetest honey taffy you ever tasted, and a garden store that grew exotic, beautiful blooms year-round. The local café was named after a possum that tormented its owner for years, and the chef there made the best honey French toast in the Northeast. There was a bar where the bartender always knew your name, and always served your burgers slightly burnt, though the local hot sauce always disguised the taste. If you wanted to stay the weekend, you could check-in at the new bed-and-breakfast in town--- just as soon as its renovations were finished, and just a pleasant hike up Honeybee Trail was a waterfall there, rumor had it, if you made a wish underneath it, the wish would come true. There was a drugstore, a grocer, a jewelry store that was open only when Mercury was in of retrograde--- And, oh, there was a bookstore. It was tucked into an unassuming corner of an old brick building fitted with a labyrinthine maze of shelves stocked with hundreds of books. In the back corner was a reading space with a fireplace, and chairs so cozy you could sink into them for hours while you read. The rafters were filled with glass chimes that, when the sunlight came in through the top windows, would send dapples of colors flooding across the stacks of books, painting them in rainbows. A family of starlings roosted in the eaves, and sang different songs every morning, in time with the tolls of the clock tower. The town was quiet in that cozy, sleepy way that if you closed your eyes, you could almost hear the valley breathe as wind crept through it, between the buildings, and was sighed out again.

Plus, there was a full moon. Right? Maybe Mercury was in retrograde, and you definitely don’t ever want to mess with all that astrological power. Totally bad vibes.

Guess I’m just a little . . . off.” “Well, Mercury is in retrograde, so the whole world is a little off. But you’ll be doing a lot more of this in the future, you know?

I sighed. “Mercury must be in retrograde. Everybody’s touchy and having it out with someone. I’m trying to remain neutral. I feel like Switzerland.

Slow memes could be viral entities that reproduced themselves through language. But instead of quickly reaching a hot tipping point, they would replicate slowly and insidiously over a long period.

It’s all very Mercury Retrograde. I heard Paula in HR was going crazy because Seth wasn’t returning her messages, and she thought she was going to get fired. But then it turned out that she was accidentally texting a drug dealer with the same name.

Last night We camped in the rain A psychic shook a bag of cowrie- Studded discs onto a table & told Me I’d get back my lost notebook Mercury is in retrograde and you Are on the road, he said. He looked Like a LARPer

You, Jerimiah or Sunshine or whatever your dumb name is, didn’t get into a fender bender because Mercury is in retrograde. It’s because you’re a fucking idiot who didn’t look where you were going before merging lanes. This or that isn’t a sign that you’re destined to do whatever. There are no signs. Just life. Go cut your hair, wash your face, and shut your bloody mouth.

I resolved to go clean, to stop worshipping the moon, but the gravitational pull of the sacred feminine will not release me. For the women I have known Mercury, the planet that rules communications, always seemed to be in retrograde.

Chaos Cocktail by Stewart Stafford Herky-jerky's hanky-panky, Wakey-wakey, eggs n' bakey! Cosmic Mercury's retrograde trick, Nilsson's Brandy Alexander kick. John heard Bermuda's jingle-jangle, Storm surge in an Exorcist Triangle! Sea shanties upending Behan's hive, All stout hornets jigged and jived. Yoko's "Oh, no!" on firmer ground, Her ageing mariner didn't drown, Lonely Ringo plays bingo bongo, Paul, mugged down near the Congo. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

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