Saturday, November 15, 2008

Apollo in the Morning, Dionysus at Night

Last night's fever visions (fever from friction of focusing in distraction-zone of World's End):

1. Children of Mictlantecuhtli: 5-8 naked guys, sitting "indian style" or legs splayed in fallen Vs while leaning back on their hands, or simply on their knees. They sit in circle around smiling God of Death.  The latter paws the air with clawed hands - as if storytelling? about to reach down and scoop up a boy to eat? Nighttime woods, but each boy lit as if by Mictlantecuhtli-as-Black-Sun. Or perhaps each lit from within: sick lemon light, phosphorescent ectoplasm, cat eyes in the dark ...

2. Kouros-in-ruins as Orpheus-torn-limb-from-limb. Holy Mountain animals circle, crying, drooling: wolves, lambs, lions, oxes ...  "Dust shall be the serpent's food ..."

3. Language as malevolent vegetation unfurling from mouth of Kouros/Jhon Balance/myself.  "A green light filled the room and burned through the boy's flesh--Suddenly he sat up talking in Mayan--The words curled out his mouth and hung visible in the air like vine tendrils--I felt a strange vertigo which I recognized as the motion sickness of time travel--" (WSBII, The Soft Machine)

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Tell Me About Magick?

I first met William S. Burroughs in London, at Duke Street, St James, in 1971 after a brief series of postal correspondence. It actually felt and seemed strange, as I had discovered his existence via Jack Kerouac as mysterious character "Bull Lee." Confirmation of his being an actual person led me to the porn district of Soho in 1965, where I snagged a copy of a first edition actually, with dust jacket by Brion Gysin, of Naked Lunch. It had been prosecuted for obscenity, so porn shops were the only places in those days to buy Burroughs, Henry Miller, and Jean Genet and pretty much everything else I was consuming as confirmation, vindication and affirmation as a 15-year old. Six years after beginning my Beat odyssey via books, my very first question to him, a living, breathing, Beatnik legend in the flesh was ... "Tell me about magick?"
- Genesis P-Orridge, "Magick Squares and Future Beats: The Magickal Process and Methods of William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin"

Hiking Queer Mountain b/w Dangerous Waiting

Where are Witches?
Where are Ghosts?
Where is Queer Mountain?

Roamers gather ...

I want to visit Queer Mountain: 

and invoke queer spirits:

and practice Chaos Kung Fu*:

*I'm not Frater Elijah, but I'd like to meet him!