Cancer

The 4th Zodiac sign is represented by a crab in the Anglo-Saxon solar Zodiac world. It strikes me because in my mothertongue Dutch and according to Wikipedia also in other Germanic cultures, the Zodiac sign Cancer is called lobster. In ancient Egypt and Babylonia the sign is called after the holy pooh beetle Scarab or after a tortoise, both symbols of immortality or used in representations depicting the passage from the empire of the living into eternity. 

Hera had sent Karkinos (crab) to distract Hercules and put him at a disadvantage during the battle, but Hercules quickly dispatched the crab by kicking it with such force that it was propelled into the sky. And so the crab became the 4th zodiac sign associated with June-July.

The season to eat crab doesn’t keep to the logic of our solar Zodiac calendar. In Europe the fish calendar features crab from April through December. In California the season starts in December and finishes in June-July. In the Southern Hemisphere different species are on the seafood calendar throughout the year. 

As of April however summertime in Southern Australian starts to fade and darker days and brighter nights are on it’s way. It seems to make appropriate, in the here and now of the Southern hemisphere, a little poem about the crab sign by Dante Alighieri.
Then a light among them brightened,

So that, if Cancer one such crystal had,

Winter would have a month of one sole day

With but few stars, and its brightest stars being of only 4th magnitude, Cancer has often been considered the “Dark Sign”, quaintly described as black and without eyes. Dante is alluding to this faintness and position of heavens, writing above poem in his Paradiso.

Now over to my paradise. Where the brightest love of my life is born under the Dark sign. Which intrigues me and if possible, the representation of immortality even more. When it comes to him. 

 We cook the crab, simple, pure and rich.

A rolling boil, 1/4 cup of rock salt per liter water, 8 minutes per 500 grams crab.
And then after playing with it for a while and before devouring it, we make love, deep love. As dark as it is bright, immersed in feelings that, as Freud has it, are represented by water. Like the crab is immersed in water. Until it dribbles almost floating above the surface of the beach, into a little hole, hiding it’s harnass hard as steel that covers it’s soft inside, the sweetest, succulent flesh I ever tasted. I suck some more, enjoying the taste and texture of it’s slightly salty almost tart juices.

Author: Reina Hoctin Boes

I rely on e-motion. It's not about the smileys. And yet we live in a digital era where our emotions seem to be annoying attributes to life. Restrained, carefully chosen events to move our senses, are okay. We like to buy our emotions: food, dating sites, concert tickets. The fair exchange for money gives a sense of control over our emotions. Because what if, we freely open up, expose our senses on a daily basis to all that comes around? It means vulnerability. Do we really want to go there? Or do we rather read or fantasize about it? The second part of my life I wish to dedicate to the senses. And as such I'll be re-exploring reality. We say this moment is our life. What is it that this moment beholds? I reckon we haven't got a clue to find out what this moment beholds other then our five senses.

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