Breaking Open the Head is the title of a book by Daniel Pinchbeck, who like me reads a lot of Walter Benjamin. This is a book about taking the trip to exotic and extremely impoverished lands and using psychedelic drugs as a replacement for psychoanalysis.
I'm afraid Pinchbeck is just going to write me off, if he ever reads this rant, as a psychedelic-hating, over-intellectualized freak, like Norman Mailer who "like most literati, hate psychedelics." But Pinchbeck had to travel to Gabon to partake of igoba and spend $7000 to enhance his impoverished dream-life and inner monologue, and I hate to boast, but my dreams are quite psychedelic as it is, in fact they are the more so, when my head is on my own pillow.
I'm not against psychedelics, I just don't like the idea of the "trip." I have to take a stand against travel. Travel, I have realized, prevents us from really thinking. Now, I can't say I'll never travel again, but I will travel reluctantly -- and yes, I travel for psychoanalysis, to France, because that's where they have this really pure, like really pure strain of it, and it really produces the BEST most psychedelic high, unlike the meager rewards of ego stroking or social working that one gets here after filling another prescription for whatever the latest mood reliever/orgasm suppressor they've got you on.
My life is RICH, my dreams ARE really amazing. I thought I was going to die on the flight back from Taiwan and I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, I realized I thought I deserved to die because I was so guilty about being neither the child of grandmother OR my mother. I'm comfortable sharing that much with you all, and I'll keep the rest to myself.
I am not fleeing from psychedelics because I want to have a safe and comfortable middle class intellectual life that Pinchbeck so despises, but because the couch has yielded more real hallucination for me than anything I've ever smoked or inhaled, or chewed down on. And I know my shrink is more powerful than his shaman.
But most of all, I hate Jung and Gurdjieff -- I really dislike neo-occultism. I think it offers us the most compromised forms of spiritual life around and Pinchbeck likes them and quotes them a lot. Jung was a re-mythologizer, seduced by Nazoid imagery because "it was, like, pagan too." The irony is that you have a much better chance of getting mainstream attention if you are a Jung lover and trash psychoanalysis than if you criticize the first and take seriously the latter.