Thursday, August 12, 2010

collab fest 52

We made some TLPs, talked about arts councils here and abroad, made some tentative plans for the 2011 Marginal Arts Festival, watched a couple of videos of performances by Angela Zierle and Paul Carter, and Olchar Lindsann told a long story about a recent event he participated in in the Cornwall Autonomous Zone:

Participants in the CAZ:

Angela Zierle and Paul Carter

Rebecca Weeks and Ian Whitford

Olchar Lindsann and David Beris Edwards

Kathy Karpilov

Hakim Bey, from Temporary Autonomous Zone:


THE UNIVERSE WANTS TO PLAY. Those who refuse out of dry spiritual greed and choose pure contemplation forfeit their humanity--those who refuse out of dull anguish, those who hesitate, lose their chance at divinity--those who mold themselves blind masks of Ideas and thrash around seeking some proof of their own solidity end by seeing out of dead men's eyes.

Sorcery: the systematic cultivation of enhanced consciousness or non-ordinary awareness and its deployment in the world of deeds and objects to bring about desired results.

The incremental openings of perception gradually banish the false selves, our cacophonous ghosts--the "black magic" of envy and vendetta backfires because Desire cannot be forced. Where our knowledge of beauty harmonizes with the ludus naturae, sorcery begins.

No, not spoon-bending or horoscopy, not the Golden Dawn or make-believe shamanism, astral projection or the Satanic Mass--if it's mumbo jumbo you want go for the real stuff, banking, politics, social science--not that weak blavatskian crap.

Sorcery works at creating around itself a psychic/physical space or openings into a space of untrammeled expression-- the metamorphosis of quotidian place into angelic sphere. This involves the manipulation of symbols (which are also things) and of people (who are also symbolic)--the archetypes supply a vocabulary for this process and therefore are treated as if they were both real and unreal, like words. Imaginal Yoga.

The sorcerer is a Simple Realist: the world is real--but then so must consciousness be real since its effects are so tangible. The dullard finds even wine tasteless but the sorcerer can be intoxicated by the mere sight of water. Quality of perception defines the world of intoxication--but to sustain it and expand it to include others demands activity of a certain kind--sorcery. Sorcery breaks no law of nature because there is no Natural Law, only the spontaneity of natura naturans, the tao. Sorcery violates laws which seek to chain this flow-- priests, kings, hierophants, mystics, scientists and shopkeepers all brand the sorcerer enemy for threatening the power of their charade, the tensile strength of their illusory web.

A poem can act as a spell and vice versa--but sorcery refuses to be a metaphor for mere literature--it insists that symbols must cause events as well as private epiphanies. It is not a critique but a re-making. It rejects all eschatology and metaphysics of removal, all bleary nostalgia and strident futurismo, in favor of a paroxysm or seizure of presence.

Incense and crystal, dagger and sword, wand, robes, rum, cigars, candles, herbs like dried dreams--the virgin boy staring into a bowl of ink--wine and ganja, meat, yantras and gestures-- rituals of pleasure, the garden of houris and sakis--the sorcerer climbs these snakes and ladders to a moment which is fully saturated with its own color, where mountains are mountains and trees are trees, where the body becomes all time, the beloved all space.

The tactics of ontological anarchism are rooted in this secret Art--the goals of ontological anarchism appear in its flowering. Chaos hexes its enemies and rewards its devotees...this strange yellowing pamphlet, pseudonymous and dust-stained, reveals all...send away for one split second of eternity.