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Explosion II by Roy Lichtenstein

Just heard via V. Vale’s RE/Search mailing list of an exciting upcoming exhibition in London, Crash: Homage to J.G. Ballard. Running from February 11th to April 1st at the Gagosian Gallery near King’s Cross, this major exhibition celebrates the impact of Ballard’s singular imagination, and of course follows the author’s recent demise.

Drawing on a wide variety of artists populating the Ballardian realms between Surrealism and Pop Art, the exhibition features work by (among others) Francis Bacon, Hans Bellmer, Jake & Dinos Chapman, Salvador DalĂ­, Eduardo Paolozzi, Andy Warhol, and Ballard himself. Apparently Ballard’s photographs of his own car crash have recently been discovered, and will be on display.

Enfolding

Just a quickie to direct your attention, if it’s not found it already, to enfolding.org. Billed as covering “tantra, history, gender, occulture & other queer assemblies”, it’s a group blog initiated by Phil Hine which is still building gradually, but already there’s some great material over there. Informed by recent academic theory as well as long-term practice, there’s plenty of thoughtful, accessible critiques of well-worn occult mainstays, such as the astral plane and The Golden Bough, a great boundary-melting examination of Baphomet, and oodles of beneath-the-surface thoughts on Tantric history and practice.

Pat Robertson voodoo doll

Does your bile rise when you see fevered egos like Pat Robertson claim the earthquake disaster in Haiti was the upshot of the country’s (ahem) “pact with the Devil” he says it made in freeing itself from French domination? Looking for somewhere to put all that bile, as well as wanting to send urgently-needed aid to those struggling to survive after this calamity?

Look no further. Bid for a custom-made Pat Robertson voodoo doll:

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(Thanks to Gypsy Lantern for this. Check out his post on Haiti for the background to Robertson’s lurid nonsense, as well as thoughtful reflections on the role of Haiti’s religious traditions in the reporting of the earthquake, and a round-up of other good places to send donations.)

The crass realities of Avatar

This piece by Josh Schrei over at the Huffington Post is one of the best takes on Avatar I’ve read. The basic premise is that the criticisms of the cheesy lines given to the one-dimensional “baddies” altogether miss the reality that their real-life counterparts actually do utter such unthinkable crap, as they destroy indigenous ecologies. It’s a very fair point, quite revealing of how we fail to take on board some of the stark realities that we’re insulated from, but which destroy lives in remote parts of the world. Well worth a read.

Steve Beyer

Erik Davis just posted a glowing review of a new book on ayahuasca: Singing to the Plants by Steve Beyer. While Erik makes the book sound like a must-read, it’s just out and for now is only in pricey hardcover. However, I’ve just been browsing Beyer’s blog, and I’ve quickly become impressed enough to be here pushing you his way.

Since discovering James Hillman’s work, I’ve had a very strong notion that, despite his total avoidance of psychedelics and “altered states”, his approach to psychology has a great deal to offer the modern psychedelic community. The non-Western influences on psychedelic culture have been diverse and profound, with Oriental notions of “enlightenment”, “gurus”, etc. perhaps outweighing the imports from shamanic societies. I’ve no wish to brush these influences aside with a snort of post-colonial disgust—they’re far from unproblematic, but they’re an integral part of our attempts to absorb the impact of these dimensions being unleashed on our barren religious landscape.

But Hillman present a perspective firmly rooted in the Greek soil that much of our culture is also rooted in, giving it a particular resonance for Westerners (though of course he draws from the sidelines of our history, the Neoplatonists and Romantics). And his core opposition to “developmental psychology”, and the utilitarian narrowness of the quest for a “cure” or linear “growth”, exposes the vanities in our expectations of meditation, psychedelics and magic as much as it critiques modern psychotherapies. Psychedelic culture usually has problems at the other end of the scale from being fixated on a “goal”, too—sometimes it wanders too much. It strikes me that the discipline and diligence in Hillman’s approach to “following the image” is a valuable adjunct to the boundary-corrosion of hallucinogens, a useful position mediating between focus and drift.

Reading Beyer’s account of DMT researcher Rick Strassman’s story, his final paragraph seemed thoroughly Hillmanian to me. Discussing the fact that Strassman was disillusioned that not many of his research subjects seemed to “really change” after their initial rushes of revelation, Beyer remarks:

But is long-term personal change what DMT is even about? With his own preexisting biases, both Buddhist and countercultural, Strassman thought that spiritual transformation was the endpoint of the hallucinogenic experience; he was personally surprised and disoriented by the frequently reported contact with other-dimensional beings. Perhaps the hospital setting was less important than Strassman’s own unmet expectations. Perhaps DMT—like ayahuasca itself—is not a psychotherapist but a teacher, leading where it intends—not to some sort of enlightenment, not to self-improvement, not to community volunteer work; but into the dark and luminous realm of the spirits.

Then, sure enough, Hillman pops up. Beyer’s recent post on the collective unconscious is a brilliant critical summary of the history behind and the issues involved with Jung’s famous notion, which concludes using Hillman’s typically astute assessment of the “archetype” concept.

It’s great to see Hillman embraced within an intelligently psychedelic context. Perhaps not surprising that it’s around ayahuasca. The complex of traditions around this brew are saturated with animism, a perspective that, while Hillman largely avoids terminology that will associate his ideas with indigenous cultures, also saturates his work.

My other highlight so far from the blog is the great little summary of Pierre Clastres‘ work, with some interesting additional notes on the role that sorcery might play in the context of Clastres’ vision of primitive society dispersing itself to avoid the coagulation of the State.

Informed, eloquent and clearly possessing a great depth of experience: this is who we need writing about the boundaries between consciousness and nature.

Strange Attractor Salon

The comfy crust of semi-hibernation got pleasantly broken last night at the positively bustling opening night of the Strange Attractor Salon. It’s an exhibition ably curated by SA guru Mark Pilkington, showcasing art from contributors and allies. Needless to say, the obscure, the psychedelic, the devilishly fascinating and the bizarrely seductive are thoroughly celebrated.

That much was clear, even though the exhibits were lost behind the thick crowd for most of last night—a quiet afternoon of proper contemplation beckons. I did manage a leisurely perusal of the excellent venue’s basement collection of skeletal oddities, pickled puppies and cultural emphemera. This assembly of strangeness is a fine companion for the exhibition, and another good reason to head there.

Also on the cards are a few performances, salon discussions and film screenings. Check out details and buy tickets.

A warming of the heart

This is the warmest I’ve felt about Britain at this time of year in quite a while—and the first time I’ve known what’s number one in the charts for even longer. Merry Christmas everyone!

Number ones

Haven’t been tagged with a blogging meme for a while, so I thought I’d honour Merrick nominating me for this one. The idea is to find five searches that your site appears at number one in Google for, and then tag five other blogs. Sexual content in the searches gets a bonus, which is actually more than just healthy puerility; the internet being what it is, ranking high for obscenities is a real acheivement.

I’ll preface this with a little caveat. Google’s search results often vary from domain to domain (i.e. from google.com to google.co.uk), and also from time to time. The following I found hitting the #1 spot on google.co.uk, today.

Actually, I’m pipped to the post on that last one by a vast page of Throbbing Gristle reviews, but I think even a #2 spot for that phrase deserves acclaim.

For what it’s worth, I’ll tag Joel Biroco, Mark Pilkington, Natasha Young… and I’ll stop there. I always run out of people to tag—maybe that’s a good thing.

P.S. Just checking the above links before posting, I found that in the time between first searching and writing this, in the “strap-on transexual freud devil” search result my dreamflesh.com #1 hit had been replaced by a PDF of the same content that’s been uploaded to scribd.com. Mine hasn’t even been nudged to #2—it’s just gone. I’ve flicked through the next few pages of results and couldn’t find the dreamflesh.com page before I became queasy. (Really, some of the other things alongside in the results for the above are for the extremely jaded only.)

October Gallery talk media

The talk on War & the Noble Savage at the October Gallery this Tuesday just gone went pretty well. Some of the questions certainly picked up on blindspots in my presentation of my research, and I’m hoping I’ll find time soon to blog about these interesting sub-topics.

For now, I’m glad to offer everyone who couldn’t make it both an MP3 download of the talk (with thanks to Mark Pilkington for tech duties), and a slidecast. This is a version of the slideshow I did, synched with the audio recording—which has come out pretty well.

If anyone’s interested in me doing this presentation in their neighbourhood, or in doing an interview on the subject, do get in touch.

A Season of Jodorowsky

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Art and performance collective Guerilla Zoo are mounting a season celebrating the work of Alejandro Jodorowsky during November in London.

Events include The Gorilla, a new Jodorowsky play starring his son Brontis, an exhibition of work from the Panic Movement, an exhibition of works by Jodorowsky and Pascale Montandon, and of course, screenings of Jodorowsky’s incomparable surrealist alchemical films.