This beautiful little astrological portrait was found amongst the private notes of the surrealist writer Charles Duit:
I was born in Paris on October 30, 1925. I am, therefore, a Scorpio. I should immediately add that I attach a certain value to this sign. It is my portrait that makes the natives of this sign, astrologers. My reason tells me that it is the work of chance. But I do not believe in chance, and I doubt reason could provide a true image of this extravagant world. This does not mean that I believe in astrology like I believe the earth is round.
However, by my complicated nature, my critical mind, my taste for a corrosive lucidity that easily turns into self-hatred, I am clearly a Scorpio. It takes me years to do what others do in several months, and this is not surprising, for I am under Saturn’s influence. But my rising sign also connects me to Sagittarius, to which I owe my love of the remote, the spiritual, the inaccessible, and the divine. This movement I easily recognize in that of the Centaur who soars upward without being able to tear himself away from the ground to which he is joined by the animal part of his being.
Venus in Sagittarius explains my passionate love of the beautiful and my vision of the divine through the woman. Feminine beauty epiphanizes the divine for me.
And this is how he explains his life-long complex relationship with his mentor Andre Breton*: As a Scorpio, I could not tolerate Breton’s solar, jovian side. They threw my nocturnal powers into ferment…
*FYI: Andre Breton was Aquarius, with Libra Rising. Actually, he was born with the Sun in Pisces but later dropped his official birthday back a day. He apparently preferred to be Aquarius as he found being a Pisces “too soluble.” He was born with Mercury Retrograde in Aquarius, just like it is now.
Image: Toyen – Marie Cerminova