- Further to digging back through the musty chambers of the vestigialvision grooveyard, I promised the resurrection of the above-titled background piece. It was there, in the file Dossier: the Occultic Background... where it slumbered in apparent atrophy along with the rest of that era's production. But much like the invoked Yamantaka of the story Forman recounts below, the resurrected piece threatens to escape the confines of it's simple backgrounder function... to assume the monstrous proportions of another full essay along the lines of those which seem to be now assembling of their own volition here!
- Rather than try to herd it - and them - back into the bottle, similar to the efforts of the sorcerers in 'The King of Hell,' I am disposed to allow them all to run amok... in the chaos of ideas which have already manifested hereabouts... to let them form whatever ultimate order they choose! Though this will provoke cries of distress... and complaint from usual quarters... we've gone too far already here to give heed to those recidivist voices... as Lorca previously signaled... "The arrival of the Duende always presupposes a radical change in all the
forms as they existed on the old plane." I resisted that full arrival for quite long enough... now like his flamenco singer who had sparred with her voice... but never found it...
- "The "Girl with the Combs" had to mangle her voice because she knew
there were discriminating folk about who asked not for form, but for the
marrow of form - pure music spare enough to keep itself in the air. She
had to deny her faculties and her security; that is to say, to turn out her
Muse and keep vulnerable, so that her Duende might come and vouchsafe
the hand-to-hand struggle. And then how she sang! Her voice feinted no
longer; it jetted up like blood, ennobled by sorrow and sincerity, it opened
up like ten fingers of a hand around the nailed feet of a Christ by Juan de
Juni - tempestuous!"
- it's time to return to the source of all things true. That place where only fearlessness affords entry. Perhaps I paid too much attention to the warning which Durrel had posted for all to take heed ... "Moths are attracted by the flame of personality. So are vampires. Artists should take note and beware." Avoiding all matters of personality has afforded me some protection from the vampires. But at the cost of a self-imposed anonymity which does not allow for free expression of what needs be witnessed to. I have indeed... denied my faculties... but kept to my securities... in order to not keep vulnerable... to the same extinction which I have seen happen to others who have dared speak out. I confess it at last... I too, have been a coward! At a certain point along the caravan track... one needs pull out their tattered copy of the Baburnama...
- and remind themselves of what men of greater days left us to study and absorb. Defeated, abandoned, surrounded by enemies - drifting hungered and forlorn a dozen times or more - in his long march to ultimate glory, the great-great-great-grandson of Turko-Mongol conqueror Tamerlane gave the world via his memoirs a glimpse into times when barbarity and culture mixed in a way totally foreign to the modern sensibility. In those times, rulers and great warriors were expected to be conversant in the arts in a manner not just glancing, but as full participants in the poetic, written, and painted continuum of their times. This initiator of the Mughal Empire also left us a glimpse into the mind of one who refused to accept defeat... and therefore found the resources within themselves to return to the field again and again until fate finally acquiesced ... granting the victory it knew he would earn! A remarkable story of endurance it will be necessary for those wishing to survive the coming storm to learn... and learn well!
- That legacy of a well-rounded life is also worth absorbing. In the Occident... you find everyone compartmentalized into the mutually exclusive categories by which every branch of knowledge is made impervious to the cross-pollination of ideas so necessary to a living culture. Artists look down on business, business looks down on the rest of society, the intelligentsia pretends to cherish the arts but really just envies the rich...who indulge the artist in order to add to their munificence... and scientists believe they are the real inheritors of papal infallibility... whilst the priestly caste simply indulges itself in a variety of sinful endeavors without shame! Which leaves the rest of us... as drudges who sweep up after the rest of them!
- What this division of persons into definable and intransigent categories of Knowledge & Function means is that while everyone "knows" something...in a specialized sense... no one "sees" anything beyond their particular section of the assembly-line which manufactures culture out of the interchangeable plastic parts of a body politic raised in mediocratic molds. No one engages in the business of living in a unified manner - such as what the hunter-gatherer, the shepherd or the farmer had no choice but to do... in other words...the complete opposite of the 'specialist' mentality. A 'generalist' approach to living is the least valued modality in the occidental reference framework.
- Thus it is that a 'ruler' who writes a biography full of insight into the structure of poetics, the intricacies of gardening and horticulture, the rules of architecture as well as the requirements of statecraft and the realities of power is not just a rarity from the western point of view... but, in line with how I use the term in "Chemical Yoga"... an impossibility. He, Babur... one of the most important historical figures of Asian history, creator and ruler of one of the most successful empires of any age... basically does not exist in the western imagination.... which has room only for a pastiche of Attila the Hun, Genghis Khan,Tamerlane the Terrible type Asian conquerors in it's directory of "Asian Rulers." Barbarians - they/Civilized- us/... end of story.
- The Mughals brought an epoch of relative stability, wealth, and social harmony to the area of the Indian subcontinent - by allowing for a decentralized local autonomy, diversity of religious expression, and minimizing interference of the state in trade and commerce. They did this prior to the arrival of a pork n mutton fed race of privateers who sought relief from the extremely low level of cultural achievement and economic wealth of their European homelands ... by pillaging from the peoples of the Orient everything that they could possibly get their hands on... and ruining what they could not! Only thanks to the efforts of a few stray 'eccentrics' of that same race with the wit to secure records of the past which would otherwise have disappeared like the Mayan codexes, do we have any notion of what civilizations grew in the absence of the serial pornographers of history who have so defaced the record as to make it seem that the very idea of civility... and civilization - started - and ended... in the West!
- But enough of such hobby horses... let us climb up and ride together for a while ... on the real mounts deserved of the serious sojourners in search of the really real! While to date we have learned only where we will not find such essence, today we must pick up the trail and ride towards the impossible to discover.... searching out every rumor and stray tale of the place which - in BLACK SOUNDS - was described as the territory where be found "the only transcendence we need, transcendence of the illusion of being somehow misplaced here."
- So many seekers of transcendence there are... and have been! Transcendence of death... transcendence of need... of desire... of pain... fate... and the entire pleasure of living! All alchemists in search of their elixirs of transcendence... transgressers against the real... all of them. On the long journey back to that place we never need have left... had we trusted to ourselves... it will be the poets who will guide and protect us; not the gurus of finance... the philosophers of rhetoric or the prophets of a phony revelation - for it's the business of the poet to guide us as to how to transcend the coming epocal culture shift! You don't believe me... I'm sure of it! Of what value - for insight or protection - are poets?
- None whatsoever! There is nothing 'of value' in the poet's words... but then, think of "of value" itself! There is nothing 'of value' on this earth which you can reach out and touch. ... allow me to say again... There is nothing 'of value' on this earth which you can reach out and touch. Since you cannot 'touch' value... it must be a concept... not a thing in itself! Poets on the other hand... don't handle concepts... they touch the ineffable and - like welders with a joint - adhere it to the things which in our lives represent the real! Real things... like gold... need the buffering and grinding of the poet to burnish their surfaces to the point where they can be grasped... without them grasping ...us! Many there are who can tell you to 'buy gold... or silver... and tell you the reasons why. But they can't supply you the meaning of those things stripped of their accretions of grasping. So we come back round to value... and values. To be of valor... as opposed to 'of value,' is to be possessed of an inner wealth which ... since it is not a 'possession'... but rather, a value... makes one immune to being 'possessed' ... by evil demons - like those of our story below - lust, anger, and all the rest which appear alongside Yamantaka. The "Evil Demon of Images" as Baudrillard termed it in the title of one of his works!
- Which brings us back around to the subject of which Chemical Yoga was concerned - perception... knowing... and seeing! Unlike the phony intercessions of the drug vision... by which one attempts to break the chains of perceptual "knowledge" and return to full 'seeing' ... the poet will short circuit the 'knowing' which limits perception and guide us towards 'seeing with' the senses themselves, instead. In Ummah, Resistance and Renewal the poet Ezra Pound was introduced... as being a major challenger to the trance consensus by which the occidental world was guided into two world wars... and a major depression... with plenty of other bloodlettings along they way. That it was a poet who first tuned into the real story of the "Federal Reserve"... and the real significance of debt/interest/usury systems of monopoly finance might come as a surprise to many. It should not. The faculty of seeing past appearances is exactly that quality needed to pierce all the smoke and mirrors set out to distract and mislead... and see things for what they are. I previously described the poet's gift as exactly that - to see beyond the apparent! When he taught Mullins to use this gift in the practical way of assembling details of how and why the illusion(which catches people like Martin Armstrong still) was made... he was pursuing a political agenda such as is endemic to poetry.... outside imposed occidental notions of that term!
- I can hear the sneering from here - Poetry & politics... never the twain shall meet. Well... they have, quite consistently in fact... but let me give you another example of how - outside of the western world - culture has a meaning which does not exclude... ummm... being cultured....and political! American poet Gary Snyder... of the beats era fame... "in 1983 I was in China with a party of American writers... and we were introduced to some members of the Politburo upstairs in some huge building. The woman who was our simultaneous interpreter introduced me to these bureau members—I am embarrassed to say I don't remember who these impressive Chinese persons were—by saying, “He is the one who translated Han Shan.” They instantly started loosening up, smiling and quoting lines from Han Shan in Chinese to me."
- Snyder was well known for his upholding of the west-coast anarchist tradition which stood quite apart from the whole 'left/right' phony opposition spectrum. His 'politics' was local... but his gaze was universal... like Pound. He took up the study of Zen in his twenties, and became an accomplished translator and interpreter of not just eastern poetics, but the eastern aesthetic as an authentic lifestyle. You could say he is focused upon Buddhism... but that would be to reify his position I think. He is in his own words, focused upon... "the creation of nonstatist, natural societies as contrasted with legalistically organized societies, as alternative models for human organization."... "Anarchism, in political history, does not mean chaos, it means self-government. So a truly anarchist society is a self-governing society. We all need to learn better how to govern ourselves." That's a political statement.
- So was Pound's ... as I quoted him in Ummah... "“The present war dates at least from the founding of the Bank of England at the end of the 17th century, 1694-8. Half a century later, the London usurocracy shut down on the issue of paper money by the Pennsylvania colony, A.D. 1750. This is not usually given prominence in the U.S. school histories. The 13 colonies rebelled, quite successfully, 26 years later, A.D. 1776.” ....it was the money issue (above all) that united the Allies during the second 20th-century war against Germany: “Gold. Nothing else uniting the three governments, England, Russia, United States of America. That is the interest–gold, usury, debt, monopoly, class interest, and possibly gross indifference and contempt for humanity”
- As a result of making it... and others of similar bearing... he was put away in an insane asylum. His protege, Mullins... also made political statements... such as the book Secrets of the Federal Reserve. But he couldn't find a way to publish that statement... 13 different publishers turned it down. Then it was printed in West Germany. At the behest of the American occupying administration, the courts there ruled that the book - Secrets of the Federal Reserve - be burned! And all copies of it there were. That hasn't happened to many books in the last hundred years or so. But that's exactly what happens in the 'civilized' and 'enlightened' Occidental world when someone see things too clearly - with a poet's eye. Their troubling words are made to "not exist."
- Now, I would like to return to the theme of the occult... and the black magical underpinnings of the so-called modern world. Because of what I have just written above, it can be seen... in fact... it has to be admitted, by the impartial observer... that the 'modern' occidental world practices rituals... of exorcism... to keep what it fears most - away. No different than our sorcerer and companions of the King of Hell story here... the ruling strata of this modern world invoke spells of magic over the assembly and cause them to believe in the conjurations which their spell-casting brings into[apparent]being. The conjurations - the magic spells, in other words... are of conceptual nature - like "Capitalism"... "Socialism"... "Fascism" ... or "Democracy." Like the demons of Forman's story, these are invoked in order to represent basic elements which the sorcerer seeks to harness ... to their advantage. But that advantage only accrues when people believe in the conjurations... under a hypnotic, trance-like state. A consensus trance. Left/Right///Communism/Capitalism///watch the shiny metallic object swing back and forth across your field of vision!
- Andrew Robinson, in his study of Baudrillard, "The Rise of Capitalism & the Exclusion of Death" touches exactly upon this point... where our various storylines here merge:
- "Capitalism is derived from the autonomisation or separation of economics from the rest of life. It turns economics into the ‘reality-principle’. It is a kind of sorcery, connected in some way to the disavowed symbolic level. It subtly shifts the social world from an exchange of death with the Other to an eternal return of the Same." All of our themes emerge here... the alchemic quest for immortality... accumulation based upon the rigid imposition of scarcity models of economics...
- "Capitalism functions by reducing everything to a regime based on value and the production of value. To be accepted by capital, something must contribute value. This creates an immense regime of social exchange. However, this social exchange has little in common with symbolic exchange. It ultimately depends on the mark of value itself being unexchangeable. Capital must be endlessly accumulated. States must not collapse. Capitalism thus introduces the irreversible into social life, by means of accumulation."
- Capitalism... according to Baudrillard... rests upon an obsession with the abolition of death. Which it tries to achieve with the accumulation of "capital." Very primitive stuff. We're going to have to have to have a closer look at that model.... through the eyes of the Duende. Because unlike the sorcerers... the conjurers... the financial wizards of geomancy and derivatives... who seek escape from death... Duende regards death as the beginning of every cycle in which it can play a creative role. The dark obsessions with the objects of death - skulls, bones, graveyards, which is the mark of the Bonpo sorcerers here... and the dark obsession of accumulation, by which the "capitalist" attempts to negotiate passage beyond the limits of the merely mortal... this is the stuff for which we will need that vestigial vision which back when this King of Hell story was first placed in my catalogue, I described thusly: vestigial vision serves as both elixir and antidote. Waking up from the spell we have been placed under we regain the freedom to think and act in accordance with our true nature.