So, this post is meant to be something of a response to two posts (here and here) over on Hermetic Lessons, a continuation of the discussion started on an earlier post on this blog. Reading those posts, I am starting to see that there are a few intuitions we share, as well as a few on which we diverge. Categorized as a notebook to emphasize that this is one more contingent mask through which I’m thinking.
I keep catching myself wanting to be excited about this book as I am reading it. Don’t misunderstand me–that isn’t a criticism of the book. The book is delightful: a genuine spiritualist grimoire built up around over 600 sessions of automatic writing, meditation, and dreamwork, embedded in an imaginary history recounted in a style that would have made Borges proud.
Thanks to Warren Ellis, I found myself on the Paris Review website wandering through their Art of Fiction interviews archive. I was drawn to the 1960s archives, stumbling over interviews to some folks who have played key, if not necessarily prominent, roles in my spiritual development: Jorge Luis Borges, Allen Ginsberg, Robert Frost, and William S. Burroughs (whose influence is the most indirect). There are more there, but sheesh, I have to eat, sleep, and work sometime. Beside that these are all men (which is interesting in a way I’d like to address another time), these guys don’t have tons in common outside of their common participation in the writerly world. How is it that they all find their way into my spiritual life?