The
Black Sun, the Demiurge of Hell,
the “God”
of the Nazi SS.
In the nineteenth
century, the British Empire
unleashed on China the
Wars of Opium—
and, no, not to turn
them into Keats or Poes,
but to reset them into
slates shorn of minds,
which the Chinese won’t
forget or forgive.
And then, Wunder über den Wundern,
Leviathan, the Hydra, the
State of the Deep,
took the best brains of
the Nazis in—some
to help her consume the
USSR in a nuclear
holocaust fire and others
to apply the darkest
of the darkest arts—to culture
and plant
the new, utterly compliant
Frankensteins
through the Nigredo by hellish
deaths,
the sharpest shattering of
the mind,
the blackest-black putrefaction,
the mind’s demonic overthrow,
darkening and Saturnization.
Mocking, then they
dubbed
this after a butterfly, now
but a
token of the soul who
cannot help
but pass and spread that
evil code
by which she was slain and
razed
and re-written into its
own brood—
“the black vision—the fashion
of a prideful spell—the sickness
that is Doom” according
to
Ginsberg in “The Eye
[That] Altering Alters All”
and “On Reading William
Blake’s ‘The Sick Rose’”—
“a vision of death and dread”
(“Do We Understand Each
Other?”).
And then, Wunder über den Wundern!
what the British did to
the Chinese,
the Deep State, the
State of the Abyss,
Tehóm, the Abode of the Dead,
did in America to the
Blacks
and flooded with drugs,
those solvent deaths,
many others too
thus, turning cities
into tombs of souls
in madness and trance
where “the visions
of the dead” in “dead
eyes,”
no longer understanding
or giving a damn about
classical poetry and
music,
but “needing a new
[measureless] measure”
began making new
MKULTRA songs,
“written in sickness”
(“The Voice of Rock,”
“Sonnet II,” “Vision
1948,”
and “The 1949 Pater-Son
Letter to W.C. Williams”).
And it was once more
like the old Imperial
Magic
from Apuleius’ Golden
Ass
when the Ass gets to eat
the Rose
and sees “the Sun at
Midnight,”
the Nether Sun of the
Nether Land,
and turns into a stone
with makeup
where the gods of Hell
and Death,
“the sole sovereign[s] over
all
the lifeless and all the
beasts,”
are placed above the Heavens’
Gods,
and the Empire’s best
murderess
and harlot entertains
him
in the Colosseum on a
couch—
but that Stranger in a
Hood,
Saturn, the Black Sun, the
Abyss,
Tehóm, Void, and Rage, and Flood,
as Ginsberg wrote to W.C.
Williams,
is now out “anywhere in
America.”