by Bodwyn Wook
[A gentleman from England who may yet have some ambitions in life and who shall therefore remain anonymous in these raffish paragraphs at least, wrote to ask me to summarise my argument against torture ‘in a few words’. ‘Is it that Modernism/Progress turbo-boosts Primitivism/Superstition to new heights and new victories? A sort of slippery slope idea, that the more we advance (or think we advance) the more we enrage those unable to cope with it all and drive them to destroy us?’ — BW]
Briefly (I replied,) if I am too high up for some things, my inferiority, my unsinned sins as it were, all fly out into the environment and land on some poor slob in the vicinity who cannot stand up to it, and then we have another shootout at the Post Office. In parallel, cultures both on their way up and down amplify all of this egotism, and use other setups in the world as dumps likewise….
So much then for “briefly,” (I continued) the Sufi idea as I first encountered it is that:
1) There is an amount of energy, it seeks “expression,” and as Saul Bellow said, if something can be imagined, it will happen.
2) There is a continuum between the electronic scale with its relatively good signal-to-noise ratio and the molecular, more messy level.
3) In our persons even with our brains wadded awkwardly in all of this mush we begin to perceive these fantasies embedded in the material.
Therefore, Nature is becoming self-aware [“…sort of!” — “Ferret” Ball, Augsburg College, 2008] in our persons, and it is of interest to me to note that this formulation of the so-called “perennial philosophy” is pretty much the whole hog materialism of the century before last.
The physical struggles between people, our mammalian homeostases and the resulting “politics,” is molecular biology at work in all of its adorable sloppiness.
This generates much additional “noise” that the imaginal workers have to janitor away every day.
We mistake the noise, including the effusions of language, for actual knowledge and wisdom even.
Torture on the face of it, like the struggle everywhere to impose but one always inadequate description (or the other!) of “reality,” just slows things down and is a waste of time.
However, the hidden part is that these policy didoes by the late-historical bewildered of all eras also do reach a terminal state and then are useful albeit mainly as an accelerant, to clear away the debris of previous setups — what they do best they insist on doing come Hell or high water, and then what they do best does them in.
On the other hand there is an esoteric side which necessarily is well hidden and only publicizes those aspects of its work that are already passe, this functions to protect the truly current operations.
This is because naive people who are disgusted with the present situation and with an excessive and essentially greedy, escapist, interest in “spirituality” think they really will benefit to know more about “Sufism” and the I Ching and things like that. They also think that it is way cool being the Pillar of the Age and so forth and want in on the action. However I am reliably assured it is not, it is a big pain in the ass like all Ouija boards, and as Jesus said in a suppressed story in the fable, “The problem is NOT ‘sin,’ it’s stupidity!”
The point is that really, you who may advocate for instance certain ideas popular just now, about culture clashes, “the noble lie,” necessary torture and so forth, have no choice at this point. If you’ve been selected to “think” that for example torture is a tool that can restore the initiative in certain situations, then this is because you show certain traits and this is your assignment to advocate. Naturally, you may indeed be eligible for other increments once you’ve done this job to its admittedly footling conclusion.
In just the same way “I” am stuck with trying to set forth a certain dim ensemble of notions of “mine,” and naturally as the Berbers in Morocco say, everyone thinks their own lice are fine horses.
Finally, you mean Viaga Run, Charles, it’s a new building site outside of Frostbite Falls, MN, three hundred miles North from here, on the North Coast Of Ioway where I have to go now and shovel some horseshit. Anyway, the asparagus is now growing to beat Hell and the bees are just starting in on the first dandelions here. Yours till Hell is a cinder,
Bodwyn Wook ‘abd al-‘Abru
(The Viagra reference is an in-joke, about the way we here at Bodwyn Wook use Viagra consumption to type the essentially frivolous character of this degenerate and post-contemporary, lingering, American life — BW)
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 7 May 2009]