have the peculiar proclivity
of sending intricate
electrical signals
rippling through
the network of the
nervous system
—sometimes--
significantly altering
subatomic position
along the anatomical way.
out to void their vessels and
reflect delightful laser
gleams of light-filled Logos;
from pulpit to synapses.
Firing mirroring firing.
Their oracular valves organically
time-release vibrating vowels.
Electrochemical inklings,
vocalized.
Echoed and
vocalized.
Ecstatic squiggling signals
align themselves electromagnetically;
culminating in a complex of
electronic nervous system quivers.
The encrypted
neural circuit circus
pop up into
spacious puzzled places
Inflating perplexed
peoples' pupil sizes;
and catalyzing the size of the
black cat's icicle eyes.
Biochemical systems recalibrated
by the vibrating Kabalistic
Cause of Causes.
The primordial rhythm of the
orchestral Cosmic calculus
reflected and vocalized
via valves, vibration and vowels.
"The interesting thing would be to know if certain combinations of words and rhythms actually had an electrochemical reaction on the body, which could catalyze specific states of consciousness. I think that’s what probably happened to me with Blake. I’m sure it’s what happens on a perhaps lower level with Poe’s Bells or Raven, or even Vachel Lindsay’s Congo: that there is a hypnotic rhythm there, which when you introduce it into your nervous system, causes all sorts of electronic changes—permanently alters it. There’s a statement by Artaud on that subject, that certain music when introduced into the nervous system changes the molecular composition of the nerve cells or something like that, it permanently alters the being that has experience of this. Well, anyway, this is certainly true. In other words any experience we have is recorded in the brain and goes through neural patterns and whatnot, so I suppose brain recordings are done by means of shifting around of little electrons—so there is actually an electrochemical effect caused by art. So ... the problem is what is the maximum electrochemical effect in the desired direction. That is what I was taking Blake as having done to me. And what I take as one of the optimal possibilities of art. But this is all putting it in a kind of bullshit abstract way. But it’s an interesting ... toy. To play with. That idea." — Allen Ginsberg