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William s. Burroughs
by Allen Ginsberg
THE CITY MOON
c /o Ed. Grauerholz
Box 842. Canal St. Sta.
New York. New York 10013
INTRODUCTION
James Grauerholz
Managing Ed.,
The City Moon
THE RETREAT DIARIES
guts which knocked him back into the cabin and Billy shoved
him out with a gun in his hand. "Try and kill one of them before
you die. " Charlie starts staggering towards Garrett, pissing in
his pants, spitting blood, dead on his feet without strength to lift
the gun, so Garrett holds his fire. He gets right in front of
Garrett and says "I wish . . . I wish . . . " and collapses hugging
Garrett's knees and Garrett says quietly "Hello Charlie."
Death is a word. Now fairy stone was an old remedy for
sunburn, and they say it's hot on the planet Venus. Words can
also serve as cover. Words are a painkiller, like junk. And here
is dream about Doctor Dent, who cured me of the junk habit
with apo-morphine treatment.
The Diaries consist of bits of dreams and poetry and
associations cut in together; I can't cover every association, just
give a few examples. I was thinking about Bradbury Robinson,
an English friend who was then going in for mystical
Christianity, when a deer crossed the road. Spanish subtitle on
the film Rashomon. The woodcutter had deceived the police
and stolen a ring. And some spaced-out Buddhist has put the
fire extinguisher under the Coleman stove. I can see burning
fluid falling in a sheet of flame while somebody tries to reach the
extinguisher. Move the extinguisher to a better place.
Now to contact Campbell Dalglish by the method outlined in
Monroe'sjourneys Out of the Body. His instructions are to visit
a place and not a person. That is, you concentrate on where the
person is. Now Campbell lives in a house outside Conifer,
Colorado and he works in Denver. So in the dream I am on
Wyoming Street and find I am in the wrong house, since my
house is on Denver Street. Someone else I tried to contact some
days later was john D. C. , who was later--much later--at Little
America in Wyoming and sent me a post card. Point is, this
out-of-body visiting is not a sequential matter. There is no time
outside the body, or rather, past present and future merge. So
don't expect a simple one· to-one visit; it doesn't always work
that way. On August 7th I set out to contact my son Bill in Santa
Cruz, California. Dream about Madrid. Now years ago in
Tangier I had dream that I was standing with Bill on the �oast
and saw an explosion in the distance, and said "There goes
Madrid." Also Santa Cruz is Spanish name and California used
to be Spanish. And a sort of fast-moving agent story emerged
from this dream.
Contact James Grauerholz. Lumbago helped by his back
exercises. Contact came later and indirectly. James had related
a dream to me about a fundamentalist sect and meeting a young
boy who said "Shall we camel?" (The dream is quoted in an
appendix.) This boy then slots into this dream via a friend
named Camel, and this is the episode which showed me how the
pirate story I was working on could fit into
Cities of the Red
Night, at precisely the point where the excerpt published in
ARCADE is in the manuscript. And it was James who selected
that excerpt, and sent it in to ARCADE during the retreat.
Someone has written on a piece of cardboard in the
woodshed: "How can I please myself when I have no self to
please?" Sorry, young man, I think you are kidding yourself. As
long as you talk to yourself, you have a self. The self is like a
pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to
there on word lines.
"Maya am I? You don't get rid of me that easy."
I have always felt that the essence of self is words, the internal
dialogue. Trungpa agreed, with reservations, but does not give
the matter of words such basic importance as I do. Don Juan, on
the other hand, says that suspending the internal dialogue is the
crucial step out of a preconceived idea of self. Tales of Power,
p. 22: "To change our idea of the world is the crux of sorcery.
And stopping the internal dialogue is the only way to
accomplish it." The exercise he recommends to stop the
internal dialogue is to walk with the eyes slightly crossed,
covering a 180-degree area, without focussing on anything.*
This floods out the internal dialogue. Unfortunately I had not
read Tales of Power at the time of my retreat and have had no
opportunity to perform this exercise. It is not really practical in
a city, owing to the constant barrage of word and image.
Some years ago I put a question to CONTROL, a mysterious
computer in London which purports to be from Venus and will
answer any question.
(August, 19W)
take a trip--"
And we ar e transported b ack to the West--I am
annoyed-