No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making attempts to exist.
– Andre Breton
What do I know of you? Not from some distilled posthumous contact via my friendship with Lamantia. Not a deluge of fragments distilled from exposes and biographies curious with deflection and argument. Of course this can never be a personal account captured after 50 years since your departure from this plane. As for rigorous or theoretical critique of your methods I can never be accused of embodying the rhetoric of the research scholar, of engaging in theoretical necrosis. What I presently maintain is that your psychic presence has bestowed on me a granular discipline through which my imagination ignites. My instinct maintains that no rational self-barrier can contain it. Therefore it retains its diamantine grammar that your first speculations continue to enrich. In spite of what many maintain are your posthumous flaws, your trenchant coagulations concerning the torrent of women and jazz. By helping me self-reveal, that language retains its character as dazzling primordial explosive. Never language as cognitive fatigue but as shaft of wayward with lightning that electrifies itself with circuitous wisdom while acidically scorching, opening a bountiful neurology of phantoms that continues to empower me according to tenets primed by primordial dispensation.
It is as if you have always existed, and what you represent has always been intertwined with imaginary power. A power you insisted was a pre-existing plane that Swift, Shakespeare, and Blake organically drew from. I am in no way pandering to rhetoric that teems within religion when I say this. It was as if you extended a dazzling secular light via ubiquitous prior cleansing, clearing away fraud that seems to inscript one’s personal neural road so that it extends planes of understanding so represented by a tribe of alchemists embodied in individuals such as Nicolas Flamal and Pasqualis Martinez.* This is not language that can be instructed as with the architecture aligned by grammatical standards but as language that extends itself via bulletin by grace. Therefore it retains a pristine symbology that ignites the uncanny. As individual athanor I can only account for its power by my shift across this plane of the uncanny. For this I thank you for helping me escape the necrotic blinding that issues itself from convention as scholarship, with its parameters embrangled by facts without view helping me know its fallacy by strabismus naturally allowing me an inner totality by which I’ve been able to fertilize uneven decalcomanias.*
As for contemporary logic, I can only dispel its touch by a kind of inner arson and liberty. Andre, since conventional scholarship offers nothing other than settlement according to bleak numerical prescription, it only allows stricture by formula, that allows only shape-shifting by asterisk in order to canonize its power via a pointless form of eloquence. Thus we glean from knowledge a pointless form of elegance. These latter examples being quotidian markers that hail from triumph as reduction. What they do is enhance a kind of stockpile of bibliographies. This being gaze plagued by rhetoric that remains stationary clotted by stoic industriousness, possessing veracity, possessing far less power than that which dwells inside numbers that rise from powerless ephemera.
As with Cesaire what I’ve learned from you the energy that self-propounds itself as boldness, enabling its power to shatter lingual identity as barrier, to organically rise beyond its paltry parameters, beyond its shadowed embrace that remains contiguous with clarity. When Paz lingually honored you as a man of honour this has always stayed with me aptly describing a life-long phase of yourself. Of course this appreciation currently extends beyond a disfigured world that currently attempts to secure itself with delimited regard and disregard. Within our present context you retain an incessance that clarifies, that heroically surmounts quotidian fatigue, that bestows forces indelible from what by all accounts springs from forces that fly from the incalculable. This has always permitted me a password to lingual self-sustainment, not through crazed Cyclopean blinding but through explosion of pragmatic lingual praxis, always providing me with a clarified aural view. Never written expression condoned via a withered and calculating grammar that staunches, or made legible from instruction through self-error. By engaging elegance according to its seeming opposite of clauses from the roughened aural body that extends to energy as it clarifies its strength through higher verbal ardor.
The original Egyptians understood correctly that the learned person rose from stage to stage rather than from contiguous proportion to contiguous proportion never impelled by the modern secular dishonour enveloped by private personal gain. I am thinking of higher scale as it invokes inner lingual pronouncement far beyond levels where bickering and reasoning prevail. When one is freed, lingual volcanoes erupt; this is when prior tenets of atheism remain invaded by lava. This is when quotidian aural view disintegrates and is blinded and muzzled so that true aural finding occurs, so that one listens to embers from an exploded solar script.
Yet we differ on fundamental ground points such as your sonic occlusion of music as well as your less valued proclivity towards women reducing their voices to theatrical circumstance during your tenure of time as curious organizing mongerer sired by misogynist animation. Granted such gestures speak of your time but they cannot be excused. Of course private tenets of evolution concur and vary according to private tenet and its deficits as well as current policy that extended condoning as tendency. Here I can provide no anterior excuses. Not evolution as condoned according to limited animism, but what I seem to possess in common with you is natural translation of the lingual field that sonically invades us via our seduction by quarterback quixotean heightening as it hails from imaginary lingual weather. The latter being weather that hails from beatific imaginal planes that never conduct themselves according to fatigue, or to astigmatism psychically charged or scorched by planning according to tenets of pointless rational effect. As I have to understand it you were never consumed according to tenets registered by consensus degradation knowing all along that creation was not unlike the manner in which lingual oxygen ignites.
During earlier years I always sensed your liberty hovering inside my consciousness as I embarked upon the boulevards ignited by your poetic philosophy of explosive lingual resistance as an inner ammonia lingering with spells. When I felt quotidian attempts to behead me it was your spirit that propounded its dice inside my wisdom as if I had been invaded by spiritual invasion from the Oort Clouds providing me particulate power to take on the principles of transformative interior risk. Having provided me a force replete with combative lingual beatifics this belated understanding continues to resonate within the precipitous nature of my struggle with its conundrums. And this inner seasoning presently extends itself beyond daily peril that is always blaring, always attempting to usurp in me power that remains intertwined with sonics alchemically compounded.
Nichola Flamel/Paqualis Martinez – Early alchemists part of the heritage that inspired Breton. For Breton, alchemy perpetually inspired in him transmutation via lingual praxis.
decalcomanias – artistic technique derived from Surrealist painter Oscar Dominguez who hailed from San Cristobal de La Laguna in the Canary. Islands.