At the point from which this book is written I am the man who baptized himself anew. It is many years since this happened and so much has come in between that it is difficult to get back to that moment and retrace3 the journey of Gottlieb Leberecht Muller. However, perhaps I can give the clue if I say that the man which I now am was born out of a wound. That wound went to the heart. By all man-made logic4 I should have been dead. I was in fact given up for dead by all who once knew me; I walked about like a ghost in their midst. They used the past tense in referring to me, they pitied me, they shovelled5 me under deeper and deeper. Yet I remembered how I used to laugh then, as always, how I made love to other women, how I enjoyed my food and drink, and the soft bed which I dung to like a fiend. Something had killed me, and yet I was alive. But I was live without a memory, without a name; I was cut off from hope as well as from remorse6 or regret. I had no past and I would probably have no future;
I was buried alive in a void which was the wound that had been dealt me. I was the wound itself.
I have a friend who talks to me from time to time about the Miracle of Golgotha of which I understand nothing. But I do know something about the miraculous7 wound which I received, the wound which killed me in the eyes of the world and out of which I was born anew and rebaptized. I know something of the miracle of this wound which I lived and which healed with my death. I tell it as of something long past, but it is with me always. Everything is long past and seemingly invisible, like a constellation8 which has sunk forever beneath the horizon.
What fascinates me is that anything so dead and buried as I was could be resuscitated9, and not just once, but innumerable times. And not only that, but each time I faded out I plunged10 deeper than ever into the void, so that with each resuscitation11 the miracle becomes greater. And never any stigmata! The man who is reborn is always the same man, more and more himself with each rebirth. He is only shedding his skin each time, and with his skin his sins. The man whom God loves is truly a right living man. The man whom God loves is the onion with a million skins. To shed the first layer is painful beyond words; the next layer is less painful, the next still less, until finally the pain becomes pleasurable, more and more pleasurable, a delight, an ecstasy12. And then there is neither pleasure not pain, but simply darkness yielding before the light. And as the darkness falls away the wound comes out of its hiding place: the wound which is man, man's love, is bathed in light.
The identity which was lost is recovered. Man walks forth13 from his open wound, from the grave which he had carried about with him so long.
In the tomb which is my memory I see her buried now, the one I loved better than all else, better than the world, better than God, better than my own flesh and blood. I see her festering there in that bloody14 wound of love, so dose to me that I could not distinguish her from the wound itself. I see her struggling to free herself, to make herself clean of love pain, and with each struggle sinking back again into the wound, mired15, suffocated16, writhing17 in blood. I see the terrible look in her eyes, the mute piteous agony, the look of the beast that is trapped. I see her opening her legs for deliverance and each orgasm a groan18 of anguish19. I hear the walls falling, the walls caving in on us and the house going up in flames. I hear them calling us from the street, the summons to work, the summons to arms, but we are nailed to the floor and the rats are biting into us. The grave and womb of love entombing us, the night filling our bowels20 and the stars shimmering21 over the black bottomless lake. I lose the memory of words, of her name even which I pronounced like a monomaniac. I forgot what she looked like, what she felt like, what she smelt22 like, what she fucked like, piercing deeper and deeper into the night of the fathomless23 cavern24. I followed her to the deepest hole of her being, to the charnel house of her soul, to the breath which had not yet expired from her lips. I sought relentlessly25 for her whose name was not written anywhere, I penetrated26 to the very altar and found - nothing. I wrapped myself around this hollow shell of nothingness like a serpent with fiery27 coils; I lay still for six centuries without breathing as world events sieved28 through to the bottom forming a slimy bed of mucus. I saw the constellations29 wheeling about the huge hole in the ceiling of the universe: I saw the outer planets and the black star which was to deliver me. I saw the Dragon shaking itself free of dharma and karma, saw the new race of man stewing30 in the yolk31 of futurity. I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face.I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous32 breasts, as though I were swim- ming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent33 vision.
How had she come to expand thus beyond all grip of consciousness? By what monstrous34 law had she spread herself thus over the face of the world, revealing everything and yet concealing35 herself? She was hidden in the face of the sun, like the moon in eclipse; she was a mirror which had lost its quicksilver, the mirror which yields both the image and the horror. Looking into the backs of her eyes, into the pulpy36 translucent37 flesh, I saw the brain structure of all formations, all relations, all evanescence. I saw the brain within the brain, the endless machine endlessly turning, the word Hope revolving38 on a spit, roasting, dripping with fat, revolving ceaselessly in the cavity of the third eye. I heard her dreams mumbled39 in lost tongues, the stifled40 screams reverberating41 in minute crevices43, the gasps44, the groans45, the pleasurable sighs, the swish of lashing46 whips. I heard her call my own name which I had not yet uttered, I heard her curse and shriek47 with rage. I heard everything magnified a thousand times, like a homunculus imprisoned48 in the belly49 organ. I caught the muffled50 breathing of the world, as if fixed51 in the very crossroads of sound.
Thus we walked and slept and ate together, the Siamese twins whom Love had joined and whom Death alone could separate.
We walked upside down, hand in hand, at the neck of the Bottle. She dressed in black almost exclusively, except for patches of purple now and then. She wore no underclothes, just a simple sheet of black velvet52 saturated53 with a diabolical54 perfume. We went to bed at dawn and got up just as it was darkling. We lived in black holes with drawn56 curtains, we ate from black plates, we read from black books. We looked out of the black hole of our life into the black hole of the world. The sun was permanently57 blacked out, as though to aid us in continuous internecine58 strife59. For sun we had Mars, for moon Saturn60: we lived permanently in the zenith of the underworld. The earth had ceased to revolve61 and through the hole in the sky above us there hung the black star which never twinkled. Now and then we had fits of laughter, crazy, batrachian laughter which made the neighbours shudder62. Now and then we sang, delirious63, on-key, full tremolo. We were locked in throughout the long dark night of the soul, a period of incommensurable time which began and ended in the manner of an eclipse. We revolved64 about our own egos65, like phantom66 satellites. We were drunk with our own image which we saw when we looked into each other's eyes. How then did we look to others ? As the beast looks to the plant, as the stars look to the beast. Or as God would look to man if the devil had given him wings. And with it all, in the fixed, dose intimacy67 of a night without end she was radiant, jubilant, an ultra-black jubilation68 streaming from her like a steady flow of sperm69 from the Mithraic Bull. She was double-barrelled, like a shot-gun, a female bull with an acetylene torch in her womb. In heat she focussed on the grand cosmocrator, her eyes rolled back to the whites, her lips a-saliva70. In the blind hole of sex she waltzed like a trained mouse, her jaws71 unhinged like a snake's, her skin horripilating in barbed plumes72. She had the insatiable lust73 of a unicorn74, the itch75 that laid the Egyptians low. Even the hole in the sky through which the lacklustre star shone down was swallowed up in her fury.
We lived glued to the ceiling, the hot, rancid fume55 of the everyday life steaming up and suffocating76 us. We lived at marble heat, the ascending77 glow of human flesh warming the snake-like coils in which we were locked. We lived riveted78 to the nethermost79 depths, our skins smoked to the colour of a grey cigar by the fumes80 of worldly passion. Like two heads carried on the pikes of our executioners we circled slowly and fixedly81 over the heads and shoulders of the world below. What was life on the solid earth to us who were decapitated and forever joined at the genitals? We were the twin snakes of Paradise, lucid82 in heat and cool as chaos83 itself. Life was a perpetual black fuck about a fixed pole of insomnia84. Life was Scorpio conjunction Mars, conjunction Mercury, conjunction Venus, conjunction Saturn, conjunction Pluto85, conjunction Uranus86, conjunction quicksilver, laudanum, radium, bismuth. The grand conjunction was every Saturday night, Leo fornicating with Draco in the house of brother and sister. The great malheurwas a ray of sunlight stealing through the curtains. The great curse was Jupiter, king of the fishes, that he might flash a benevolent87 eye.
The reason why it is difficult to tell it is because I remember too much. I remember everything, but like a dummy88 sitting on the lap of a ventriloquist. It seems to me that throughout the long, uninterrupted connubial89 solstice I sat on her lap (even when she was standing) and spoke90 the lines she had taught me. It seems to me that she must have commanded God's chief plumber91 to keep the black star shining through the hole in the ceiling, must have bid him to rain down perpetual night and with it all the crawling torments93 that move noiselessly about in the dark so that the mind becomes a twirling awl92 burrowing94 frantically96 into black nothingness. Did I only imagine that she talked incessantly98, or had I become such a marvellously trained dummy that I intercepted99 the thought before it reached the lips? The lips were finely parted, smoothed down with a thick paste of dark blood: I watched them open and dose with the utmost fascination100, whether they hissed101 a viper's hate or cooed like a turtle dove. They were always close-up, as in the movie stills, so that I knew every crevice42, every pore, and when the hysterical102 salivating began I watched the spittle fume and foam103 as though I were sitting in a rocking chair under Niagara Falls. I learned what to do just as though I were a part of her organism; I was better than a ventriloquist's dummy because I could act without being violently jerked by strings104. Now and then I did things impromptu105 like, which sometimes pleased her enormously; she would pretend, of course, not to notice these interruptions, but I could always tell when she was pleased by the way she preened106 herself. She had the gift for transformation107; almost as quick and subtle she was as the devil himself. Next to the panther and the jaguar108 she did the bird stuff best: the wild heron, the ibis, the flamingo109, the swan in rut. She had a way of swooping110 suddenly, as if she had spotted111 a ripe carcass, diving right into the bowels, pouncing112 immediately on the tidbits - the heart, the liver, or the ovaries -and making off again in the twinkling of an eye. Did someone spot her, she would lie stone quiet at the base of a tree, her eyes not quite dosed but immovable in that fixed stare of the basilisk. Prod113 her a bit and she would become a rose, a deep black rose with the most velvety114 petals115 and of a fragrance116 that was overpowering. It was amazing how marvellously I learned to take my cue; no matter how swift the metamorphosis I was always there in her lap, bird lap, beast lap, snake lap, rose lap, what matter: the lap of laps, the lip of lips, tip to tip, feather to feather, the yolk in the egg, the pearl in the oyster117, a cancer clutch, a tincture of sperm and cantharides. Life was Scorpio conjunction Mars, conjunction Venus, Saturn, Uranus, et cetera, love was conjunctivitis of the mandibles, dutch this, dutch that, clutch, clutch, the mandibular clutch-clutch of the mandala wheel of lust. Come food time I could already hear her peeling the eggs, and inside the egg cheep-cheep,blessed omen2 of the next meal to come. I ate like a monomaniac: the prolonged dreamlit voracity118 of the man who is thrice breaking his fast. And as I ate she purred, the rhythmic119 predatory wheeze120 of the succubus devouring121 her young. What a blissful night of love! Saliva, sperm, succubation, sphincteritis all in one: the conjugal122 orgy in the Black Hole of Calcutta.
Out there where the black star hung, a Pan-Islamic silence, as in the cavern world where even the wind is stilled. Out there, did I dare to brood on it, the spectral123 quietude of insanity124, the world of men, lulled125, exhausted126 by centuries of incessant97 slaughter127. Out there one gory128 encompassing129 membrane130 within which all activity took place, the hero-world of lunatics and maniacs131 who had quenched132 the light of the heaven with blood. How peaceful our little dove-and-vulture life in the dark! Flesh to bury in with teeth or penis, abundant odorous flesh with no mark of knife or scissors, no scar of exploded shrapnel, no mustard bums133, no scalded lungs. Save for the hallucinating hole in the ceiling, an almost perfect womb life. But the hole was there - like a fissure134 in the bladder - and no wadding could plug it permanently, no urination could pass off with a smile. Piss large and freely, aye, but how forget the rent in the belfry, the silence unnatural135, the imminence136, the terror, the poom of the "other" world? Eat a bellyful, aye, and tomorrow another bellyful, and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow - butfinally,what then? Finally ?What wasfinally?A change of ventriloquist, a change of lap, a shift in the axis137, another rift138 in the vault139... what ? what ?I'll tell you - sitting in her lap, petrified140 by the still, pronged beams of the black star, homed, snaffled, hitched141 and trepanned by the telepathic acuity142 of your interacting agitation143, I thought of nothing at all, nothing that was outside the cell we inhabited, not even the thought of a crumb144 on a white tablecloth145. I thought purely146 within the walls of our amoebic life, the pure thought such as Immanuel Pussyfoot Kant gave us and which only a ventriloquist's dummy could reproduce. I thought out every theory of science, every theory of art, every grain of truth in every cock-eyed system of salvation147. I calculated everything out to a pin point with gnostic decimals to boot, like primes which a drunk hands out at the finish of a six-day-race. But everything was calculated for another life which somebody else would live some day -perhaps.We were at the very neck of the bottle, her andI, as they say, but the neck had been broken off and the bottle was only a fiction.
I remember how the second time I met her she told me that she had never expected to see me again, and the next time I saw her she said she thought I was a dope fiend, and the next time she called me a god, and after that she tried to commit suicide and then I tried and then she tried again, and nothing worked except to bring us closer together, so close indeed that we interpenetrated, exchanged personalities148, name, identity, religion, father, mother, brother. Even her body went through a radical149 change, not once but several times. At first she was big and velvety, like the jaguar, with that silky, deceptive150 strength of the feline151 species, the crouch152, the spring, the pounce153; then she grew emaciated154, fragile, delicate almost like a cornflower, and with each change thereafter she went through the subtlest modulations - of skin, muscle, colour, posture155, odour, gait, gesture, et cetera. She changed like a chameleon156. Nobody could say what she really was like because with each one she was an entirely157 different person. After a time she didn't even know herself what she was like. She had begun this process of metamorphosis before I met her, as I later dis- covered. Like so many women who think themselves ugly she had willed to make herself beautiful, dazzlingly beautiful. To do this she first of all renounced158 her name, then her family, her friends, everything which might attach her to the past. With all her wits and faculties159 she devoted160 herself to the cultivation161 of her beauty, other charm, which she already possessed162 to a high degree but which she had been made to believe were nonexistent. She lived constantly before the mirror, studying every movement, every gesture, every slightest grimace163. She changed her whole manner of speech, her diction, her intonation164, her accent, her phraseology. She conducted herself so skilfully165 that it was impossible even to broach166 the subject of origins. She was constantly on her guard, even in her sleep. And, like a good general, she discovered quickly enough that the best defence is attack. She never left a single position unoccupied; her outposts, her scouts167, her sentinels were stationed everywhere. Her mind was a revolving searchlight which was never dimmed.
Blind to her own beauty, her own charm, her own personality, to say nothing of her identity, she launched her full powers towards the fabrication of a mythical168 creature, a Helen, a Juno, whose charms neither man nor woman would be able to resist. Automatically, without the slightest knowledge of legend, she began to create little by little the ontological background, the mythic sequence of events preceding the conscious birth. She had no need to remember her lies, her fictions - she had only to bear in mind her role. There was no lie too monstrous for her to utter, for in her adopted role she was absolutely faithful to herself. She did not have to inventa past: she rememberedthe past which belonged to her. She was never outflanked by a direct question since she never presented herself to an adversary169 except obliquely170. She presented only the angles of the everturning facets171, the blinding prisms of light which she kept constantly revolving. She was never a being, such as might finally be caught in repose172, but the mechanism173 itself, relentlessly operating the myriad174 mirrors which would reflect the myth she had created. She had no poise175 what soever; she was eternally poised176 above her multiple identities in the vacuum of the self. She had not intended to make herself a legendary177 figure, she had merely wanted her beauty to be recognized. But, in the pursuit of beauty, she soon forgot her quest entirely, became the victim of her own creation. She became so stunningly178 beautiful that at times she was frightening, at times positively179 uglier than the ugliest woman in the world. She could inspire horror and dread180, especially when her charm was at its height. It was as though the will, blind and uncontrollable, shone through the creation, exposing the monster which it is.
In the dark, locked away in the black hole with no world looking on, no adversary, no rivals, the blinding dynamism of the will slowed down a bit, gave her a molten copperish glow, the words coming out of her mouth like lava181, her flesh clutching ravenously182 for a hold, a perch183 on something solid and substantial, something in which to reintegrate and repose for a few moments. It was like a frantic95 long distance message, an S.O.S. from a sinking ship. At first I mistook it for passion, for the ecstasy produced by flesh rubbing against flesh. I thought I had found a living volcano, a female Vesuvius. I never thought of a human ship going down in an ocean of despair, in a Sargasso of impotence. Now I think of that black star gleaming through the hole in the ceiling, that fixed star which hung above our conjugal cell, more fixed, more remote than the Absolute, and I know it was her, emptied of all that was properly herself: a dead black sun without aspect. I know that we were conjugating184 the verb love like two maniacs trying to fuck through an iron grate. I said that in the frantic grappling in the dark I sometimes forgot her name, what she looked like, who she was. It's true. I overeached myself in the dark. I slid off the flesh rails into the endless space of sex, into the channel-orbits established by this one and that one; Georgiana, for instance, of only a brief afternoon, Telma, the Egyptian whore, Carlotta, Alannah, Una, Mona, Magda, girls of six or seven; waifs, will'o'-the-wisps, faces, bodies, thighs185, a subway brush, a dream, a memory, a desire, a longing186. I could start with Georgiana of a Sunday afternoon near the railroad tracks, her dotted Swiss dress, her swaying haunch, her Southern drawl, her lascivious187 mouth, her molten breasts, I could start with Georgiana, the myriad branched candelabra of sex, and work outwards188 and upwards189 through the ramification190 of cunt into the nth dimension of sex, world without end. Georgiana was like the membrane of the tiny little ear of an unfinished monster called sex. She was transparently191 alive and breathing in the light of the memory of a brief afternoon on the avenue, the first tangible192 odour and substance of the world of fuck which is in itself a being limitless and undefinable, like our world the world. The whole world of fuck like unto the ever-increasing membrane of the animal we call sex, which is like another being growing into our own being and gradually displacing it, so that in time the human world will be only a dim memory of this new, all-inclusive, all-procreative being which is giving birth to itself.
It was precisely193 this snake-like copulation in the dark, this double-jointed, double-barrelled hook-up, which put me in the strait-jacket of doubt, jealousy194, fear, loneliness. If I began my hem-stitching with Georgiana and the myriad-branched candelabra of sex I was certain that she too was at work building membrane, making ears, eyes, toes, scalp and what-not of sex. She would begin with the monster who had raped195 her, assuming there was truth in the story; in any case she too began somewhere on a parallel track, working upwards and outwards through this multiform, uncreated being through whose body we were both striving desperately196 to meet. Knowing only a fraction of her life, possessing only a bag of lies, of inventions, of imaginings, of obsessions197 and delusions198, putting together tag-ends, coke dreams, reveries, unfinished sentences, jumbled199 dream talk, hysterical ravings, ill-disguised fantasies, morbid200 desires, meeting now and then a name become flesh, overhearing stray bits of conversation, observing smuggled201 glances, half-arrested gestures, I could well credit her with a pantheon of her own private fucking gods, of only too vivid flesh and blood creatures, men of perhaps that very afternoon, of perhaps only an hour ago, her cunt perhaps still choked with the sperm of the last fuck. The more submissive she was, the more passionately202 she behaved, the more abandoned she looked, the more uncertain I became. There was no beginning, no personal, individual starting point; we met like experienced swordsmen on the field of honour now crowded with the ghosts of victory and defeat We were alert and responsible to the least thrust, as only the practiced can be.
We came together under cover of dark with our armies and from opposite sides we forced the gates of the citadel203. There was no resisting our bloody work; we asked for no quarter and we gave none. We came together swimming in blood, a gory, glaucous reunion in the night with all the stars extinguished save the fixed black star hanging like a scalp above the hole in the ceiling. If she were properly coked she would vomit204 it forth like an oracle205, everything that had happened to her during the day, yesterday, the day before, the year before last, everything,down to the day she was born. And not a word of it was true, not a single detail. Not a moment did she stop, for if she had, the vacuum she created in her flight would have brought about an explosion fit to sunder206 the world. She was the world's lying machine in microcosm, geared to the same unending, devastating207 fear which enables men to throw all their energies into creation of the death apparatus208. To look at her one would think her fearless, one would think her the personification of courage and she was,so long as she was not obliged to turn in her traces. Behind her lay the calm fact of reality, a colossus which dogged her every step. Every day this colossal209 reality took on new proportions, every day it became more terrifying, more paralysing. Every day she had to grow swifter wings, sharper jaws, more piercing, hypnotic eyes. It was a race to the outermost210 limits of the world, a race lost from the start, and no one to stop it. At the edge of the vacuum stood Truth, ready in one lightning-like sweep to recover the stolen ground. It was so simple and obvious that it drove her frantic. Marshal a thousand personalities, commandeer the biggest guns, deceive the greatest minds, make the longest detour211 - still the end would be defeat. In the final meeting everything was destined212 to fall apart - the cunning, the skill, the power, everything. She would be a grain of sand on the shore of the biggest ocean, and, worse than anything, she would resemble each and every other grain of sand on that ocean's shore. She would be condemned213 to recognize her unique self everywhere until the end of time. What a fate she had chosen for herself! That her uniqueness should be engulfed214 in the universal! That her power should be reduced to the utmost node of passivity! It was maddening, hallucinating. It could not be! It must not be! Onward215! Like the black legions. Onward! Through every degree of the everwidening circle. Onward and away from the self, until the last substantial particle of the soul be stretched to infinity216. In her panic-stricken flight she seemed to bear the whole world in her womb. We were being driven out of the confines of the universe towards a nebula217 which no instrument could visualize218. We were being rushed to a pause so still, so prolonged, that death by comparison seems a mad witches' revel.
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