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Issue 30 The Underground Summer 2008
Getting High with Benjamin and Burroughs
Michael Taussig
Jean Selz (left), Paul Gauguin (the painters grandson), Benjamin, and fisherman
Toms Var (with hat) sailing in the bay of San Antonio, May 1933.
In the spring of 1932, Walter Benjamin bumped into his old friend Felix
Noeggerath in Berlin. Noeggerath was packing to go to Ibiza to join his only son,
Hans Jakob, who was studying the language and stories of the island, and invited
Benjamin to join him. Ibiza was not only beautiful, unknown, and far from Berlin,
but extremely cheapwelcome news for Benjamin, who had by then been reduced
to abject poverty despite having been born into a rich Jewish family in Berlin in
1892. Thanks to Nazification, he would lose his apartment in Berlin in three
months time for code violations, and his work for German newspapers, as well
as his radio stories for children, would be terminated. His brother Georg, an ardent
communist, would be placed in a concentration camp in 1933. Without hesitation,
Benjamin accepted Noeggeraths invitation, thus beginning an exile that lasted until
his death from what appears to have been a self-administered overdose ofmorphine on the Spanish-French border in 1940 as he fled the Gestapo.
Drugs were doubtless important to Benjamin, who had first smoked hashish
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in Berlin in 1927. They confirmed his approach to reality and revolution, to art and
politicsan approach shaped and sharpened by his experience of Ibiza. He stayed
on the island two months, returning for another six in the summer of 1933.
Wretchedly sad, he buried himself in his remote past, writing of his Berlin
childhood. Yet he also wrote in lascivious detail of his surroundings, that other
remote past, or so it seemed to him, this outpost of Europe apparently
untouched by modernity. Here, he could face head-on his central idea that
modernity atrophied the capacity to experience the world and tell stories. This is
why the Ibizan poet Vicente Valero has titled his as-yet-untranslated book on
Benjamin in IbizaExperiencia y probreza (Experience and Poverty), after the title
of a little-known essay Benjamin wrote under the spell of the island. In the
hallucinatory splendor of Ibiza, with his future cast to the winds, Benjamin
formulated what I would count as his major textson the storyteller and on the
mimetic facultyas well as inventing new forms for the essay as a crossover genre
that linked dreams, ethnography, thought-figures, and story-telling.Indeed, it is when one turns to this crossover genre that Benjamins better-
known writings lose much of their obscurity. To read his famous essay The
Storyteller, for example, is to experience what literary theorist Ross Chambers
once confessed to me: When I read Benjamin I think it is the most brilliant stuff I
have ever read. When I finish reading, I cant remember a thing. But if you read
Benjamins own stories, like The Handkerchief or his fictionalized account of
taking hashish in Marseilles, then in a flash we understand The Storyteller.Valeros book unhurriedly presents us with Benjamins development of
atecnica de viaje (a technique of travel), which involved collecting and creating
stories through a mix of thought figures governed by a galloping interest
in mimesis, a hypertrophied sensitivity to similarities. This is not dissimilar to what
Proust was getting at with mmoire involontaire, but this tecnica de viaje was
historical and cosmic as well as personal. This Ibizan Benjamin, this storytelling
Benjamin, finds himself beached like a whale, a storyteller out of history, practicing
what he himself said was dead.To read Benjamins own forays into storytelling is to engage with the
excitement of crossing genres and seeing the critic become a practitioneras with
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the tales he absorbed traveling third class on the ship Catania for eleven days from
Hamburg to Barcelona en route to Ibiza in 1932; tales fertilized by the monotony of
ship life, then recreated in another form by Benjamin. There are also the story-like
ethnographic episodes that appear in his letters from Ibiza to Gretel Adorno and to
his heartthrob, the sculptor Jula Cohn. One letter to Cohn, written on Benjamins
fortieth birthday and entitled In the Sun, was singled out by his friend Gershom
Scholem, a life-long student of the Jewish Kabbalah, for its mysticism and
poetry:It was evident that the man walking along deep in thought was not from
here; and if, when he was at home, thoughts came to him in the open air, it was
always night. With astonishment he would recall that entire nationsJews, Indians,
oorshad built their schools beneath a sun that seemed to make all thinking
impossible for him. This sun was burning into his back. Resin and thyme
impregnated the air in which he felt he was struggling for breath. A bumble-bee
brushed his ear. Hardly had he registered its presence than it was already sucked
away in a vortex of silence.This stranger walking along deep in thought was the man who had earlier
recruited intoxication for the revolutionary cause on the grounds that it could
open up the long-sought image sphere and thereby innervate the collective
body. This was the man who in that same essay (Surrealism: The Last Snapshot
of the European Intelligentsia), published in 1929, two years after he first tried
hashish, had warned against the spell of mysticism and drugs, arguing instead for a
profane illumination that recognized the mysteriousness of the everyday, the
everydayness of the mystery. Does In the Sun pull this off? Was it actually
written on drugs, as Valero suggests, or is it a metaphorical and not an actual
intoxicationand does this distinction matter? The counterpoint to the sun was the moonlight, as in Benjamins 1932 note
On Astrology: In principle, events in the heavens could be imitated by people in former
ages, whether as individuals or groups. ... Modern man can be touched by a pale
shadow of this on southern moonlit nights in which he feels, alive within himself,
mimetic forces that he had thought long since dead, while nature, which possesses
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them all, transforms itself to resemble the moon.Mimesis was fundamental to Benjamins theory of language, just as it was, I
believe, to his theory of history. In Ibiza, Benjamin fought cat-and-dog with his new
friend, the painter Jean Selz, about certain aspects of this theory. Benjamin had
recruited Selz to help him translate his Berlin childhood essay into French, despite
Selzs not knowing any German. When Benjamin claimed that the shape of a word
was connected to its meaning, Selz exploded: If the wordsaucepan looked like a
cat in a given language, you would say it was cat. You could be right, demurred
Benjamin, but it would only resemble a cat insofar as a cat resembled a
saucepan.Even in our time, when according to Benjamin we have lost so much of the
capacity to perceive similarity, the mimetic faculty survives vigorously as the most
consummate expression of cosmic meaning, given to the newborn infant who
even today in the early years of his life will evidence the utmost mimetic genius by
learning language. Mimesis is no less crucial to history itself, as testified in his
oracular Theses on the Philosophy of History, written shortly before his death in
1940, which combined an anarchist spin on Marxism with Jewish mysticism: The
past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be
recognized and is never seen again. The trick is to retain that image of the past
which unexpectedly appears to man singled out by history at a moment of danger.
In his two essays on the experience of (just) one night smoking opium with
Benjamin high above the port of Ibiza, Selz recalls that Benjamin even coined a
special termthe French mmitefor all of this and points out that for Benjaminthis was linked to a feeling of happiness that he savored with particular care.
(Suchjouissanceis a significant, no less than puzzling, facet of Prousts mmoire
involontaire, and we might note that Benjamin co-translated two volumes of Proust
in the late 1920s.)What is important about reading Benjamins texts written under the
influence of drugs is how you can then read back into all his work much of this
same drug mind-set; in his university student days, wrangling with Kantsphilosophy at great length, he famously stated, according to Scholem, that a
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philosophy that does not include the possibility of soothsaying from coffee
roundsand cannot explicate it cannot be a true philosophy. That was in 1913, and
Scholem adds that such an approach must be recognized as possible from the
connection of things. Scholem recalled seeing on Benjamins desk a few years
later a copy of BaudelairesLes paradis artificiels, and that long before Benjamin
took any drugs, he spoke of the expansion of human experience in hallucinations,
by no means to be confused with illusions. Kant, Benjamin said, motivated an
inferior experience. Benjamins signature idea ofcolportage, implying a unity between film
montage, walking the city in the style of theflneur, and drug experiences, was
exactly this hallucinatory sense of space-time travel so enthusiastically worked up
by Sergei Einsenstein as plasma and by William Burroughs as a style of writerly
decomposition. For Burroughs, this idea owed much to taking the
hallucinogenyag (pronouncedya-heh; also called ayahuasca in Quechua)
administered to him on some seven occasions in 1953 by Indian shamans in the
Putumayo of southwest Colombia and in Pucallpa in the Peruvian Amazon. It is
the most powerful drug I have experienced, he wrote Ginsberg. That is, it
produces the most complete derangement of the senses.Yag provided the seed
forNaked Lunch, explained Allen Ginsberg in 1975 in what must be one of the
most spirited and generous invocations of Modernism as montage, Burroughs-style,
ever made. (see BurroughsLive, Semitotext(e), 2001)In the fall of 1953, Burroughs, who had recently returned from South
America, stayed with Ginsberg on East 7th Street in New York City. Looking out
the back window onto courtyards and back windows of apartments, criss-crossed by
fire escapes and clothes lines, Burroughs suddenly saw those amazing composite
cities he had seen when taking yag, cities that leap at you from all angles and
heights throughout his lifes work, as inCities of the Red Night. What is wonderful
is that Ginsberg opens the shutter on thatmoment when it all came together: New
York,yag, and the wild imagination of William Seward Burroughs, performance
artist. He acted it out completely, said Ginsberg, which he always did with his
routines.As Ginsberg recalls, there on East 7th Street, Burroughs suddenly had a
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vision of the racks, the great city of iron racks rising hundreds of feet into the air
with hammocks swinging and people climbing from one level onto the other. Over-
populated city of racks, where people are stored, just making a living, like they are
now in the megalopolis of streets covered with garbage, blocks of ruined buildings,
bums living in motorcycle gangs, muggers and policemen and junkies and the CIA
stealing out of hallways and blackmailing each other.Looking out the window, Burroughs was transformed into a woman
reaching out from the upper balconies for her laundry, which became a flayed
corpse. Burroughs lunged. Sometimes he fell on the floor, Ginsberg continued,
he was so possessed with the total slapstick humor of his imagination, the images
that were coming to him almost as a movie picture, automatically.In the recent The Yage Letters Redux (Yage spelled without an accent in the
title) by Burroughs and Ginsberg (first published by City Lights in 1963 and now
meticulously set in time and place by editor Oliver Harris), we find a parallel to
Benjamins exploration of drugs and Ibiza. How incredibly exciting it must have
been to chase down this awe-inspiring medicine, prepared, sung over, and
administered by Indian shamans in the Putumayo forests of South America where,
unknown to Burroughs, that other famous homosexual, Roger Casement (later
hanged for treason in the Tower of London), had in 1912 gathered testimony as
British Consul for his blistering reports on the rubber boom atrocities partially
funded by British business. Ginsberg, whose trip occurred in 1960, some seven
years after Burroughss, comes across as dewy-eyed, nave, and loving, with tender
feeling for his shaman, Ramn, while Burroughs, as American as he is anti-
American, is always catty, defensive, offensive, laconic, and absolute master of the
put-down. What a pair!
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William Burroughs surrounded byyag vine in the jungle outside Mocoa,
Colombia, 1953.
How profoundly different was the courage of this crazy couple compared
with today, when yag, then virtually unknown outside of its forest locale, has
become commercialized and tourists are flown in to spend a few days with a
shaman. The terrible irony, of course, is thatThe Yage Letters no doubt
contributed to the mystique ofyag and its consequent fate at the hands of peddlers
of kitsch experience (a substitute for precisely the kind of genuine experience that
Benjamin saw as imperiled by modern life).The first edition ofThe Yage Letters came out of the blue with no
explanatory notes whatsoever. What fantasies the reader had to project into it! And
now all that has been reversed as the secrets of its origin are revealed when Oliver
Harris tells us that these famous letters were not letters at all, but largely made up,
except for a knockout piece of writing by big-hearted Allen Ginsberg, discovered
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miraculously by City Lights editor Lawrence Ferlinghetti in London in 1960. In
many ways the anchor to the collection, this letter includes Ginsbergs drawing of
the demon Death, and another of the eye of God transforming through Nietzschean
Becoming into a holy vagina into which Ginsberg is Dionysically sinking. Help,
Bill! Help! the un-cool letter from Peru cries out. To which Bill coolly responds
from London (in a surprisingly short time) that the way out is the cut-up method
and remembering that Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. Last words of
Hassan Sabbah. The Old Man of the Mountain. But what does made-upas in not realbut made-up lettersmean for the
writer, the cutter-upper, the drug-taker, or the shaman administeringyag, if reality
itself is conceived of as really made up? Isnt reality what these writers love to
tease? And on the other hand, dont real letters provide the voice and intimacy,
casualness and realness, that the fiction writer thrives upon? Theyagletters (like Benjamins letters to Gretel Adorno and Jula Cohn,
which use the form to compose ethnographic sketches) owe something vital to
Burroughss real letters to Ginsberg from Mexico, Panama, Colombia, Ecuador, and
Peru. As any ethnographer has to admit, the letter form offers powerful advantages
in making the strange less strange, thereby turning attention to the strangeness of
the known. Burroughs himself insisted elsewhere that the task of the writer is to
make readers aware of what they already knew without being aware of it.In contrast to Benjamins drug experiences, the body and death are
strikingly present in The Yage Letters. Yet it was Benjamin who was to die in Port
Bou, probably by his own hand. It was Benjamin who often contemplated suicide,
that old friend with whom he was to take a glass of wine in Nice for his fortiethbirthday, the same birthday for which he wrote about the Ibizan sun to Jula Cohn.
As with Benjamins images of Arabs and Ethiopian hands in his hashish
memories, there is in Burroughs orientalism galore, conducive to, or at least
mixed in with, violent bodily transformations. Blue flashes passed in front of my
eyes, wrote Burroughs to Ginsberg regarding his first effectiveyagtrip. The hut
took on an archaic far-Pacific look with Easter Island heads, while the shamans
assistant was sneaking around to kill him. Hit by nausea, he rushed to the door butcould barely walk. He had no coordination. His feet were like blocks of wood. He
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vomited violently and then felt numb as if covered with layers of cotton. Larval
beings passed before my eyes in a blue haze, each one giving an obscene, mocking,
squawk. I must have vomited six times. I was on all fours convulsed with
spasms of nausea. I could hear retching and groaning as if I was someone else. On
a later trip, he reports to Ginsberg that his body changed into that of a Negress
complete with all female facilities. Now I am a Negro fucking a Negress.
(This did not make it into The Yage Letters.)Ginsberg strikes a different note, closer to what I understand to be
Benjamins profane illumination, where he actually celebrates the biting of
mosquitoes and the horror of uncontrollable vomiting thatyaginduces. At first
irritated, he later accepts being bitten as it enables him to feel his body extending
into the universe. Along with the barking of dogs and the croaking of frogs, the
whine of the mosquitoes becomes part of the song of the Great Being, announcing
that Ginsberg, too, will have to become a mosquito as meanwhile the universe
vomits itself out.In his last letter from the field to Ginsberg, Burroughs has gotten on top of
things and found the necessary conceptsspace-time travel and the composite
city, along withyag-inspired fragmentation, all of which, like money in the bank,
shall serve him in his highly original but repetitive writings until the end of his long
life. Dated 10 July 1953, this three-and-a-half-page letter pretty much gets it all
down, including the last paragraph where he evokes a place where the unknown
past and the emergent future meet in a vibrating soundless hum. Larval entities
waiting for a live one.This vibrating, soundless hum made me think back to Benjamins
philosophy of history in which he wrote that the tradition of the oppressed teaches
us that the state of emergency in which we live is not the exception but the rule.
We must attain to a conception of history that is in keeping with this insight. The
more poetic Burroughs puts the tension of the state of emergency in another mode,
that of the vibrating soundless hum.Both Benjamin and Burroughs wrote from this state of emergency, yet as
far as I know, Burroughs never read a word of Benjamin. In fact, it would be hardto imagine two more dissimilar people, the one so cultured and polite, so
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quintessentially European, the other an irascible, sarcastic, hip, and quintessentially
American bad boy. But then both WBs dressed in suits and were massively curious
about drugs, mysticism, revolution, film, and cut-up as a method for producing
literature no less than for writing history. And then there was color, in which they
reveled. Barely a page in Burroughs is not saturated in color, which for Benjamin
was what took the child into the image, exactly where Burroughs wanted to be.
There was so much they seem to have agreed upon. Yet it makes you laugh and roll your eyes to think of them having a
conversation, perhaps on one of Burroughss color walks starting off from the
Beat Hotel in Paris in the early 1960s. I can see them both now, Benjamin and
Burroughs, momentarily stilled, half-way between black-and-white and color in
those photographs in my imagination taken by the likes of Giselle Freund and Man
Ray. Whoa! The hourglass has not yet run out. Jean Selz has turned up just as we
are saying goodbye. For yes, I am there too! I can see myself with an idiotic grin as
time and memory pull me this way and that through the different color slides. Such
a pleasure to be here with them as they emerge from my pages that, like illustrations
in a childs book, draw me into the scene I depict. Now Selz has our attention. It is getting dark. The day is fading, as is
Benjamin. Time is running out. Selz wants us to remember his friend from Ibiza.
He wants us to remember Benjamins prose asthat truly unique medium, he says, in
which poetry and the science ofhistory merge as the truth of the world. Whatmedium is that? I ask. Is it hashish? Is it opium? Is ityag?
But it is getting dark. There is no reply.As Benjamin disappears into twilight and Burroughs wanders back to the
Beat Hotel, Selz answers my question indirectly, saying that of all the people he
knew, Benjamin was perhaps the only one who gave him the impression that there
does indeed exist a depth of thought where historic and scientific facts coexist with
their poetic counterparts, where poetry is no longer simply a form of literary
thought, but reveals itself as an expression of the truth that illuminates the most
intimate correspondences between man and the world. I like to think that Allen
Ginsberg and William Burroughs would, as they say, dig that.
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Michael Taussig in a garden withyag vines with Don Pedro, an Indian healer.
Colombia, 1977.
Michael Taussigis the author of numerous books, including Shamanism,
Colonialism, and the Wild Man: A Study in Terror and Healing(University of
Chicago Press, 1987); The Nervous System (Routledge, 1992);Mimesis and
lterity: A Particular History of the Senses (Routledge, 1993);Defacement: Public
Secrecy and the Labor of the Negative (Stanford University Press, 1999);Law in a
Lawless Land(The New Press, 2003); andMy Cocaine Museum (University of
Chicago Press, 2004). He is a professor of anthropology at Columbia University.
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