Dear Mr. Berry,
Mr. Gysin and I have returned from the dead in order to express our
admiration for your fine poem, "Penuel." There is enough magic in it to
fuel fifteen stregas piled on top of one another doing tricks.
Our colleage Ms. E.B. Browning writes,
We have, I assure you, learned to take off our shoes lately. That we
have also occasionally dropped our pants as well is an indication of the
seriousness with which we take this matter of poesie. As I said of
another work, "Hell, it rhymes, doesn't it. It's poetry." Not that
rhyming is a necessity. I have been reading recently (yes, the dead read
but not with their eyes, you sort of sit on a text, if you understand
me) that the recent findings of modern so-called "real" science are in
complete harmony with "spiritual" science. "The Carboniferous Period of
the former is the Lemurian Epoch of the latter." This seems satisfactory
to us but not as satisfactory as your poem, which is considerably better
written than this New Age crap.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
has a ring to it which Ms. Browning's lines lack but it is in the same
ballpark if you understand me. Ms. Browning's bush is no doubt more
afire with God these days than it was when she was associated with the
celebrated poet of the masculine persuasion, Mr. Browning, whose dong
was we understand of an enormity matched only by the size of his pineal
gland, organ of the spirit.
one kiss of the hag
like sucking on leather
but she rides your chest
and bestows her private knowledge
In homage to your poem and its varied and interesting references to such
things of the spirit Mr. Gysin and I have produced the following cut-up.
In Heaven (yes, we are in heaven where we were somewhat surprised to
discover that our friend Mr. Kerouac was right all along in his opinion
that there wasn't anything else but heaven, we having been of the
contrary opinion that there wasn't anything else but hell) however, here
in H cut-up is the method of ordinary communication, the speech, so to
speak, of angels. Nobody understands a goddammed thing, but you are
after all in Heaven so communication isn't really uppermost. We are all
(even Truman Capote) basking in the eternal Bliss, you understand. But
the poesie here is a little pallid compared to your section of
Cielsville. Not many of these winged faggots would be capable of
The color of the Father Fire is blue; Neptune's light is blue;the
reflecting ether correlated to the Father is translucent blue; and when
the pineal gland is aroused into action its color vibrates to a
beautiful dazzling blue. The awakening of the pineal gland is of the
utmost importance in developing the masculine, positive will power of
the Spirit. The awakening of the keynotes of the ductless glands is very
closely associated with Initiation, and is one of the Spirit's most
valuable aids in its preparation to receive initiatory work.
Three great lessons. Imperative that the individual get control of his
mind. Concentrating the spirit. Might conquer the material world.
Jehovah God and delivered to the people by. Cannot get control of the
mind by expending just a little effort. In the future the ductless
glands are destined to which is the vehicle of belong to and their
spiritual for their effect while most Fire the light and life
a harvest sorrow
A Letter From The Late William Burroughs To The Living Jake Berry