{"id":95655,"date":"2019-02-05T02:31:27","date_gmt":"2019-02-05T02:31:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=95655"},"modified":"2019-02-07T11:23:38","modified_gmt":"2019-02-07T11:23:38","slug":"astral-loop-white-owl-call-for-submissions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/astral-loop-white-owl-call-for-submissions\/","title":{"rendered":"ASTRAL LOOP: White Owl Call for Submissions"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Somewhere in an ancient part of the oldest European forest extending its quiet wilderness between the Eastern border of Poland into deep deep Belarus the Earth Pig, White Owl and Marilyn Monroe descended onto a narrow path covered in a layer of fresh snow. At first no one knew about their arrival but quickly happy go lucky, brave and easygoing Earth Pig, together with wise, and visionary White Owl, made an ice chamber featuring a triple-queen-size-ice-bed to celebrate Marilyn’s Lunar Return aka her Aquarius MoonDay, which called the attention of the fiery tongued dragon known to the locals as Jupiter. <\/span><\/p>\n

Once he learned such dignitaries appeared on their land, he hearkened all the forest animals to greet them.<\/span><\/p>\n

And when they all gathered around Marilyn’s triple-queen-size-ice-bed, the guest of honour, New Moon in Aquarius, descended from the nightly sky peering into the chamber. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

At which point Marilyn commenced her speech:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIn astrology, New Moons symbolise a new lunar cycle. This New Moon in 15 degree of future-oriented Aquarius occurring in early February brings us a chance to start visionary projects. With the conjunction of the Sun, Moon and Mercury, the intellectual energies are running high, further augmented by the sextile with Jupiter – she then winked at the dragon – in his own sign of Sagittarius opening the gates to the higher realms of thinking, philosophy, religion and ethics.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Glittering moonlight filled the chamber with mercurial sparkles, fiery-tongued dragon Jupiter offered Marilyn, who in all honestly seemed to look like the most refined version of the Ice Queen, a collective gift from the forest animals: portable-crystal-ball-laptop with its own satellite Urania. Marilyn clapped her hands; she was delighted how modern this device felt compared to her black rotary telephone that suddenly felt so XX century and which used to limit her to one on one conversations. <\/span><\/p>\n

Overflowing with inspiration she said: <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was the feminine icon of the 20th century but so few knew I was also a poet!” <\/span><\/p>\n

She looked at the White Owl who was her spirit animal, as well as a psychic confidante capable of translating her deepest emotional states into fluent verse. Even more, she was able to dive into collective subconscious or the underworld, gathering sacred knowledge that could transform pain into ecstasy. <\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly, without warning, The White Owl swooped over the crowd, landed on Marilyn’s shoulder and read their recent collaborative poem, inspired by shadowy eclipses of January, and all the pain caused by Plutonian urges. Marilyn nodded, giving the bird a sign to start while looking far away into the past and possibly seeing her own death caused by the conjunction of her progressive Sun and the natal Pluto. And so The White Owl recited: <\/span><\/p>\n

she is
\n<\/span>living out the consequences
\n<\/span>of decisions she forgot<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

then comes a trigger point
\n<\/span>& a man too rigidly convinced of nothingness<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

becomes her distraction
\n<\/span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 letting him drift apart from inner and outer
\n<\/span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 blindly pursuing
\n<\/span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 everything he is not<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

to feel
\n<\/span>we play
\n<\/span>like all spirits that go too far inside<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

so he faced the truth of meaningless suffering
\n<\/span>turned it into hope
\n<\/span>into dream
\n<\/span>into something greater than reason<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

turned it then into a maddening passion
\n<\/span>sweetness and fullness
\n<\/span>transfigured sensuality
\n<\/span>annihilating his face
\n<\/span>in the first-ever selfie, murmuring
\n<\/span>\u201cmirror mirror of the soul
\n<\/span>who is? and who suffers most?”<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

into nights, and the portrait becomes misery
\n<\/span>caught in a frozen shard of ice.
\n<\/span>It was Nietzsche who whispered<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cthe shadows of emotional excess
\n<\/span>suit you best” \u00a0and the mirror replied
\n<\/span>just like this.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

the truth melted the shadow
\n<\/span>the truth being unreasonable<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

& from that moment
\n<\/span>the man abandoned the impersonal and the universal
\n<\/span>ridiculed knowledge
\n<\/span>and wooed an aesthetic
\n<\/span>which was all ecstasy
\n<\/span>and was her<\/span><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

All the animals fell silent, feeling perhaps slightly unsettled, with expectations for more of a party than a reading, but then the Earth Pig jumped on Marilyn’s triple-queen-size-ice-bed, and everyone noticed a sudden shift in emotions on Marilyn’s face; a couple of tears running down her cheeks, freezing and transforming into pearls, \u00a0which she then picked up to fed the Earth Pig. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh thank you, thank you my dear animals – her voice resonating within the dank forest canopy, and sounding pure and exalted – we are here to announce our new project! A poetry collection that all of you female-identifying animals are invited to submit to!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Her new portable-crystal-ball-laptop with its own satellite Urania lit up and in an ai-processed voice announced: <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOpen Submission:<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Women who turn the dusty philosophical volumes into verses, knowledge into magic, hermeneutic prose into sharp as a thorn poetica. Neptunian sirens, Pallas Athenas, those unruly intellects of the Aquarian Moon who master the thoughts systems pouring their wisdom into the collective… We are calling upon you to write and submit your philosophy-inspired poetry to be published in a collection henceforth known to all worlds as “White Owl”.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Please send your submission and a short bio to:<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

redtemplepress@gmail.com<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Closing date:<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

1st March 2019″<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Marilyn’s new portable-crystal-ball-laptop with its own satellite Urania added: <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhite Owl is edited by Marilyn Monroe channelled through the astro-seance by Jana Astanov, and with philosophical insights, and at times even support, of Richard Marshall and EJ Spode. The editors will choose 20-30 of what they consider to be the best submissions for publication.”<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

After she stopped her transmission, the fiery-tongued dragon Jupiter, whose family run their own publishing house, as well as their own organic seaweed farm, raised a toast to the new venture, and the animals sipped on the New Moon elixir made of melted snow and Slavic Goddesses ambrosia. Marilyn then proceeded to walk around chattering and chirping and gifting away her chapbooks. <\/span><\/p>\n

Well past midnight the Earth Pig said \u201coink, oink” and the ice chamber departed on an around the world literary tour, throwing cut-up poetry confetti made of farmed seaweed waffles, whenever they would go go!<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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Women who turn the dusty philosophical volumes into verses, knowledge into magic, hermeneutic prose into sharp as a thorn poetica. Neptunian sirens, Pallas Athenas, those unruly intellects of the Aquarian Moon who master the thoughts systems pouring their wisdom into the collective… We are calling upon you to write and submit your philosophy-inspired poetry to be published in a collection henceforth known to all worlds as “White Owl”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":119,"featured_media":95658,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[801,803,800,804,802],"class_list":["post-95655","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-buzzwords","tag-astral-loop","tag-earth-pig","tag-ganymede","tag-marilyn-monroe","tag-white-owl"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95655","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95655"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95655\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95669,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95655\/revisions\/95669"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/95658"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95655"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95655"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95655"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}