Mars in Capricorn

translation: Dragana Rainer

“…for once in a lifetime
I will let a man of cold grasp and steel look
capture me.”

(Azra, “Deep inside you”)

Mars is entering Capricorn – already. To me, he roared away through Sagittarius somehow, like on a motorcycle – hungry for adventure, breaking trivial rules in the celebration of liberty, conquering some philosophical battlefield where meaning and meaninglessness, life and death, beginning and the end, are being pondered over. He pumped up the volume while listening to the Zeppelin’s and opened up a new chapter. When we have a new, young, hearty spirit, full of energy – it is easy to build the world. And just as he was enjoying his unconformity the end of the highway was already nearing, and bright firmament seemed like it was descending lower and lower announcing the darkness and the heaviness of what was coming. He had to get out of old Levi’s jeans, take the shield, armor, perhaps leather pants (like Mad Max), and armor of knights of old. The enemies were getting stronger. The most powerful ones, who can do everything but were impossible to reach, who live in fairytales beyond the seven hills and the seven seas and have the form of dragons and various monsters. They are much stronger, bigger, better equipped, and more powerful. They are the ones who made the battle seem impossible (?) from the very beginning. Maybe that is how he understood that the power and the readiness to die that were left to him by Mars in Scorpio, as well as the spirit left to him by Mars in Sagittarius are not enough without a good strategy, without a good plan and without endless patience during these five minutes in which the tactics, firm hand and cold heart are going to do their job and bring him victory. Thus he developed endurance in the most inhumane conditions, and resolve to die if needed and remain last in that march: the last of the Mohicans, the last survivor of the concentration camp. The last Thessaloníki (Slavic: Solun) warrior standing or the one who crossed Igman mountain carrying a frozen comrade on his back during forties something. Calm in danger, like a stone “which thrusts up through the cloud, and menaces the sun” like Djura Jaksic said, this hero menaces with silence and muteness, stillness and a cold gaze. He is alone in his war. Not exiled, nor a renegade. He is alone because he trusts in himself only. He is trying himself by ordeal; he is afflicting this on himself. Persecuting himself to the monastery gates sometimes, to the thick forest or to the roads of Zarathustra and perhaps he didn’t even know until today that he didn’t come to that top or to any top of the government of the world in order to rule, but to fulfill his goal set a long time ago, claim the victory, destroy all false, revenge the ancestors. And only when he reaches the top he becomes the real Mars. Only the dominion, the real danger and only that one real challenge can awaken courage in him, and the courage awakens the strength. So be it the Eliot Ness or Al Capone, Batman or Joker, be it Zarathustra or Rastko Nemanjic, Oskar Schindler or SS general Amon, or be it Strahinja Banovic – who he really is; in this man with always these two images, like in the movies where we have a good and a bad guy, the good being a cop or detective and already after 20 minutes you like them both, they both have something worthy of devotion and admiration – like in the cult movie “Heat” with Al Pacino and De Niro, or in “The Killer” by John Woo. Because who understands Mars nowadays, in this circus time of “democracy”? Mars and all his strength, his courage, his enthusiasm for war, a battle for premise and principle in which he believes? No one! And Mars in Capricorn is of all Mars positions the strongest personification of what Mars IS – its embodiment, its materialization. It is the victory of all the domes and roofs with spires that are pointing and defying the heavens. That is the “Game of Thrones” that is the “The Lord of the Rings” and every hero from these books. That is every ancestor as such, unbreakable and resolved in the genes of every man who has Mars in this position. Even if he is a baker or a seller, sooner or later he will play the role of his life in which he becomes the pure Mars, like it happened to the actor of almost tender face, Zarko Lausevic who has Mars positioned exactly here.

It is the contempt of easiness in every sense. Easiness mostly leads these characters to destruction and fall, because a man is inclined to the downfall here if he did not get up from time to time on his feet by himself and if he was not becoming stronger and harder from it. If the years did not bring it, but he got “lucky” overnight – the fall is imminent. And then after the fall, after the jail, darkness, vice, bankruptcy, loss of everything – faith, meaning, only then the Mars here is born. When he stays alone and gets goose bumps from the weakness that lives in people and in the world.

That is a man that lives in the archetype of every woman. The one each one of them was dreaming of, and wanted for herself until she gave up and accepted a paler version, something less strong and brave. But the dream of abduction will never die. That is a guy that can kidnap the wife of each and every one of you if he only wants to. It is because every woman is dreaming of him since the beginning of her existence.


My friend,Vid, has sent me an excellent musical illustration for this text. 🙂

…and the lyrics:

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away,

where innocence is burned… in flames.

A million mile from home, I’m walking ahead.

I’m frozen to the bones, I am.

A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way.

I’m riding up the heights… of shame.

I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest.

I’m ready for the fight… and fate.

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head.

The thunder of the drums dictates

the rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths,

the rising of the horns… ahead.

From the dawn of time to the end of days,

I will have to run… away.

I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste…

of the blood on my lips… again.

This steady burst of snow is burning my hands.

I’m frozen to the bones, I am.

A million mile from home, I’m walking away.

I can’t remind your eyes, your face.

written by Aleksandra Sanja Peric, 2012.

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