Philip Lamantia

Philip Lamantia

 

Notes toward a Rigorous Interpretation of Surrealist Occultation

From Arsenal: Surrealist Subversion, #3, 1976

Only in the moral certitude of vanquishing what resists the restoration of a blazing crown to a headless voice at the rites of permanent transgression and at the demarcation of the elected sacral site, where starlight is made to trace the initial human footprints, shall we witness the supersession of the habitual apparatus set up by external administration. Meanwhile, there remains the ongoing, permanent necessity of criticizing as well the pernicious other-side of the conformist coin constituting the many pseudo-revolts, cultural dispersals and mystification proliferating these days at a rate proportional to their assimilation and recuperation by the general administration. The spirit that may be permanently invoked and instigated is one of partisan affinities whose shields and arsenals are forged from invariable principles of liberating expression to be realized entirely on their own terms, and whose movement in the field against the superstructural obstacles must continue to be one of implacable distance and distancing, to appear as magically tempting as the Medusa, impenetrable as an interplanetary Behemoth and as resoundingly hostile to recuperation as any original violation of language.

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Of labyrinths there are none more formidable, it seems to me, than those which ensorcell while extending like those "waves of snakes" whose variations multiply as one reads a mile of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs - mazes that bewitch, I say, at the seemingly inverted pyramid whose apex reaches the heart as the sinuous path of seduction unravels, variably slow and quick, in the mind of love, in the psychic atmosphere, that is, of one who would grasp the dialectic interstices of a moment and eternity, each transcending the other, the horizon a steady fluidic flame, the constant quivering of desire, the "volatile" going-over to the "fixed" chambers about to dissolve into materialized secrets, a winged sphinx dilating whose extremities become blazing words! Actions, being-in-becoming, are explosively recognized as intrinsic to the language of "the traditional sciences," the gesture which is transmutation; that is, a "heightening" of immanent powers, forces and structures. (This perspective coincidentally is worth borrowing as an "occult lever" and set afloat in that area surrealism is privileged to reveal: "a wave of dreams," the "perfect moment" of the Marvelous and toward Breton's "…of the mind in neutral gear…").

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When I think of the lofty (and loftily researched) findings of the great philosopher Hegel as to the nature of poetic logic, its unity encompassing all the directions of human thought, and I am reminded of a few of us who have begun to practice what amounts to a collective restoration of the powers of poetic unity and as we appear, historically together intervening on the plane of American "culture" with all the chips stacked against us, situated against the monstrous shadow of "the new poetry" and another obscurantism of the students of those moribund minds that the false vanguards alleged to displace, I know that only armed with the living perspectives of surrealism, incarnated in Arsenal, am I permitted to make distinctions, draw up a relentless criticism and inveigh against those crimes now being committed against the human spirit by mystifiers, fabricators of confusion, and all our detractors, in the certainty that my comrades and I shall not fail to be heard over and beyond, if even below, the current babble and noise of the sickening purveyors of literary and aesthetic darkness.

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What is proposed ultimately and permanently: the Promethean gesture, the gesture that supersedes the cultural commodity, "the author," "the artist," "the poet," and dialectically subsumes these vain and masochistic inventions of our elders, the obnoxious enemies of desire and human freedom, who are parasitically ranged around and within us. In this pursuit we continue Rimbaud's program of the seer, who listens for the unheard-of, that is, the absolute becoming of what we are yet not free from, what we have yet to conquer, to supersede, namely this "tyrant" of cultural habituation, the sniveling dog of heritages, and deeper, the chattel-slave of atavism: the repressive patriarchal family structure. With Rimbaud, we must conceive of the Great Adventure as going ahead of action; we "steal fire," fire which is alchemically, psychologically, metabolically, erotically, the sole source, origin, lever, pivot - the libidinal principle itself. It is from the transformations of libido that desire takes wing and the cultural producer and product are essentially transcended for a phoenix-like rebirth of what shall become, of what shall be. Herein rest the secret correspondences, by immanent revelation, of our most profound "self" and all others; herein I discern surrealism as an organism transcending the aggregates of which it is composed; here I witness the full flowering of each individual personality by a permanent annihilation of the interior slavocracy, the becoming of that resolution; by mediations of psychical exaltations and unconditional inspiration, of the Hegelian master-slave contradiction. Otherwise I risk the mediocrity of being but another "artist" or "poet" producing what shall not bear in its secret core - but only "secret": for those who have not known the power of self-transcending desire - the flower of fire Prometheus sublimates out of his desire of desire, that is, SUBLIMES from the libidinal fire transformed by psychical powers, the highest source of conscious desire to unleash the buried treasures, so that we may pass back and forth, masters of consuming and persevering fire!

Let us not forget that the Promethean pathways are uniquely vital as opposed to the programs of saints, contemplatives, artists, anti-artists, philosophers, and anti-philosophers, merely outdistanced categories for those who insist on the priorities of the mad lover of freedom, the masterless master and the poetic criminal!

 

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