Given the ongoing cloud cover in northern Britain, today I was reliant on the handy Phases of the Moon app to let me know there was a new moon this morning. How apposite, I thought, we’re up to N, start of the week… thematic coherence in light of some of the recent posts…

… it was going to be some thing about symbolic resonance, all that. Then I remembered it sounds better in French.

La, la lune est libre, je crois…

(Stereolab – Lo Boob Oscillator)

Via Anorak, this super ‘supermoon’ image… lovingly recycled, as munitions go off in Libya, for another in an infrequent series, ‘Ain’t coinkidink too cute?’

A.E. Waite, issuing, as usual, from a cloud:

“The Tower has been spoken of as the chastisement of pride and the intellect overwhelmed…”
The Moon “…directs a calm gaze upon the unrest below; the dew of thought falls; the message is: Peace, be still.”

I love all this shit. Freak out, far out, in out, put the kettle on.