The Drug and Other Stories

A long while back I was a participating in a Facebook group discussion wherein a question was posed about the Wordsworth Editions volume of Aleister Crowley’s short stories titled The Drug and Other Stories. My response reflected my opinion held at that time, which I recall as along the lines of ‘It is a most excellent bedside book… in that it serves one well as a sleep aid.’

I had initially felt compelled to purchase the book on seeing that David Tibet had written the forward, being a massive fan of Current 93 and David’s artistic endeavours. Of course I had long studied Crowley’s work, but was never entirely taken by his fiction. I enjoyed Diary of a Drug Fiend sure, and Moonchild was enjoyable enough. When I first obtained my copy, I had read the first few stories and shortly thereafter my attention waned, so I moved on to reading other works by other authors who scratched my itch more effectively. Add to this that I tend to avoid short stories given that they tend to be hit-or-miss, and the book as a result sat collecting dust. It took a global pandemic and this quarantine period for me to finally decide on sitting and getting through the entire volume of 49 stories. While not immediately immersed, a bit through my endeavour I found quite a lot of pleasure in exploring its pages. Enough so, that I do intend to one day re-read from the beginning with more of an appreciation for the collection, and knowing which tales are worth skipping entirely.

The stories range and offer a nice variety of atmospheres and content. Some are quite a bore, others seem to meander without point or purpose, and some are even horribly written. Though, this is to be expected in a collection of published and previously unpublished works written over the course of an 18 year period between 1902 and 1920. Quite a few were unmistakably gems, and a number of them in the least could be considered thought-provoking. It’s a mixed bag, though getting to view this lesser-appreciated side of Crowley is worth setting the eyes upon. I mean, in one story there are characters that appear with the names General Graf von Donner und Blitzen, and Principe Raviole dei Spaghetti.

I would not highly recommend that any and all should pick up this collection and read it in its entirety due to its length and the varying quality within, but would pluck out a number of the tales and present them on their own. This is a collection with some shocking materials and language, situations and concepts that were offensive in their own times, and offensive now perhaps for entirely different reasons as society and culture has progressed. If one is a fan or student of Crowley’s writings, this is definitely worth having. I’ll write a short bit about the stand out stories to me below.

The Stone Of The Philosophers – Meeting in the Holbein House, a master, a socialist, a classic scholar, a doctor, and a poet share poetry with one another, and discuss, and debate god, religion and philosophical thought.

Cancer? A Study In Nerves – This story is a tunnelling into madness as an anxiety-ridden hypochondriac assumes illness ever grows within him and overwhelms his entire being.

The Soul-Hunter – A fun story formatted as the diary of a vampire who is studying a man as to find the location of his soul.

His Secret Sin – Crowley really shines in these normal or grounded tales. I wish he had focused on writing more of them. This one is about a quirky eccentric man who does not want his daughter Gertrude being independent and studying art, all the while having fetishized a photo of a nude statue which is almost treated by him like pornography. Ashamed of admiring the picture, he keeps it locked away in a safe. Gertrude confronts her father with the photo one evening and things escalate to a dramatic mind-blowing conclusion. (Click here to read it)

The Woodcutter – This is but a few pages long, so I dare not spoil it here. It would seem at home in a Stephen King collection. Seek it out and enjoy it, chop chop!

Professor Zircon – A horror story of love and jealousy with a twist ending and alchemical references. Professor Zircon is a scientist who shares his interest and gets her involved in an experiment in an unforgettable way.

The Testament of Magdalen Blair – This was a strong standout of the collection. Magdalen discovers she has psychic abilities and participates in experiments with her professor who soon becomes her husband. In the eventual communicating with her partner who is ill and succumbing to his illness, when he dies, the connection does not. She continues to experience what Arthur Blair is going through as he loses himself to the void and she must fight not to lose herself too. A fantastic horror short. (Click here to read it)

The Stratagem – A man is waiting at a remote station awaiting to board the next train when he encounters an unpredictable Frenchman (or so it is thought at one point in the story) who regales him of an escape from prison, which he details having been sent to after an incident of mass murder. I will spoil to write of it much beyond this, but in prison the Frenchman communicates through non-verbal gesturing, through ciphers and Morse code to devise their escape. This one is witty and a nice distraction.

Felo De Se – A young man entertains suicidal thought at a river, when he is approached from behind by a Thelemic Master. The Master through a mental game of chess provides all the reason and support for the young man to follow through with his expressed desire, if he so truly believes it. The Thelemic Master explains True Will, and provokes enough interest in the young man that he deserts his suicidal ideation and decides to enter life renewed as a Thelemic disciple. This one stands out in that it is interesting to see a ‘case study’ of sorts, of what Crowley’s ideas are of how a Thelemic Master would conduct themselves and respond to such circumstances.

Robbing Miss Horniman – Miss Horniman (what a name) possesses an impressive collection of diamonds. When she shows them to a clergyman, word seems to spread of her possessions and she becomes a target. Though Miss Horniman is armed with wit and gun, she lets her guard down when she soon meets another who has an ardent collection of rarities and gold worth much wealth. In lowering her defenses, she falls in love and leaves herself vulnerable.

Face – A doctor seems to use hypnotism in his practice, and one of his patients falls under his influence. The mother forbids his taking the young woman in marriage for she is against mixed-marriage, and things all go south from there. Vengeance and lives are taken.

Atlantis – This was a peculiar tale, many esoteric pointers here. Interesting and creative, this one is a standout not in terms of its writing as it isn’t the best of the collection by any means, but is a fictional historical look at the rise and fall of Atlantis called here Atlas and their discovery of the magical substance known as Zro. Crowley in his Confessions wrote of this, ‘In particular there is a sort of novel, “The Lost Continent”, purporting to give an account of the civilization of Atlantis. I sometimes feel that this lacks artistic unity. At times it is a fantastic rhapsody describing my ideals of Utopian society; but some passages are a satire on the conditions of our existing civilization, while others convey hints of certain profound magical secrets, or anticipations of discoveries in science.’ This short was designated as a Class C document in the curriculum of the AA and also in the curriculum of the OTO, this work is known also as Liber LI.

The Mysterious Malady – Another story told through the pages of a diary. A man has worked his way up in life and became a doctor though finds himself without contentedness or home. He meets a woman who becomes his wife, though he remarks on her descent into illness to which he sees no cure. He suspects she has gone mad, that she is on drugs, that she and others have been conspiring against him. The tale goes a bit predictable, especially in the context of the collection where a few stories come to similar ends, but this is well written and a good read.

The Bald Man – One of the more memorable stories for me, and one I wished was longer. A soldier medic sees the body of a young boy on the field, and the corpse is not cleared away when other bodies are collected. He cannot remove the sight of the boy from his mind and becomes haunted by the death to the point of madness.

There are a few other shorts which are worth reading for studying occultists, (Wake World, Three Characteristics, T’ien Tao, etc. come to mind. As well for Thelemites Across the Gulf is an interesting read, not the best written piece by any means, but you get to spend some time viewing the life of Ankh-f-na-khonsu). Overall, it is worth having the book on your shelf if you’re a fan of Crowley or gothic horror and mystery works from the early 1900’s.

Zen Sex – The Way of Making Love

Zen Sex by Philip Toshio Sudo is a wonderful meditation on directing love to another, self-love, and surprisingly, the teaching of Zen. Published in 2000, I had purchased the book among a pile of other Zen texts (the actual writings of Zen Masters) when visiting a favourite used book store with my wife nineteen years later. I grabbed Zen Sex more for the expected novelty factor of it on the shelf, as I hadn’t expected to take much from its pages as I would with the other books I selected that day. It took a year for me to finally end up reading it, and I must say that I loved the experience, I loved the book, and I loved being wrong. As I laid in bed and read it from cover to cover in one sitting (or laying), I meditated as I flipped through each thoughtful page on Zen, life, and sex.

When I first saw the book, my ignorance expected the standard ‘self-help’ style writing that contains as much ‘Zen’ as the stone statue sold in Wal-Mart, or the calming blend of tea carrying that name, or even that album with the river on the cover featuring a silhouette of a woman in meditation. When I read the back blurb it mentioned Zen koans, and I then expected it to feature the writing of Zen Master Ikkyu, AKA Crazy Cloud. I wasn’t wrong there, Ikkyu’s verse is a thread throughout the book, but there was so much more than I expected, from quotes of Zen Masters such as Joshu, Hui-neng, and Hakuin, to references of scholars such as Joseph Campbell. These materials were not just slapped together, but examined, extrapolated upon, and then beautifully conveyed in eloquent, succinct wording.

Sex and death are intrinsically linked, this connection being brought up in a few chapters, but whilst reading, I was drifting in thoughts on life, both its frailty and beauty. This book offers so much more than its title or cover would convey, and may be one of the top books I’d suggest for someone who has expressed interest in getting started with the study of Zen in general. With the aforementioned Masters referenced and quoted, there would be plenty to investigate from here, along with some helpful pointers by Sudo of the quotes shared should the reader be unfamiliar and have their interest sparked.

Sudo’s writing and materials even gracefully elevated Ikkyu’s verse, which I had previously read years ago in a .PDF which simply put all of his poems together – and in that format, while I understood the reason for his prominence in the context of the tradition, I took little from his words. In the context of Zen Sex, Ikkyu’s prose opened up like a flower bathing in sunlight.

‘We appear as skeletons covered with skin, male and female, and lust after each other. When the breath expires, though, the skin ruptures, sex disappears, and there is no more high or low. Underneath the skin of the person we fondle and caress right now is nothing more than a bare set of bones. Think about it–high and low, young and old, male and female, all the same. . . This is how the world is. Those who have not grasped the world’s impermanence are astonished and terrified by such change. . . Free yourself from form and return to the original ground of being.’ – Ikkyu

Ikkyu is fascinating in the general context of Zen study, especially in contrast to the common image of chaste monks; he was open of homosexual encounters he had in his youth, and would write about masturbation and sex. While his writing consists of what often appears degenerate, brash and silly on the surface, to view it only as such would miss the wisdom and beauty in his words, and miss the meaning behind his penning them. Ikkyu’s red thread metaphor, our bloodline, examines the naturalness of our birth, the natural longing to embrace another, and the normalcy of sexual thought and act. To deny it in order to ‘act Zen’ is to delude oneself more than anything, it is to dissociate from who and what we are.

‘don’t hesitate get laid that’s wisdom
sitting around chanting what crap’ – Ikkyu

I would highly recommend that anyone in a relationship, anyone looking to get into a relationship, or anyone wishing to have a more comprehensive view of life and love to read this book. I’ll surely be reading it again. Something that stuck with me that I wished to share when I had the idea of putting this post up was a quote from the author. Sudo wrote, ‘Familiar as our lover may be to us, we treat each night in the bedroom as special. We do not wait for a diagnosis of cancer to start savoring our lover’s kiss. We do it now. Should tomorrow come, we do it again.’

I was saddened when I googled the author’s name, but also struck more deeply by that passage, having to then sit with it a little. On April 2, 2001, Philip Toshio Sudo had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and passed away just two years after the publication of Zen Sex at the age of 41, leaving behind his wife, and three small children. Here is an interview with Sudo which shared a diary entry from the day of his diagnosis. I’ll end this post with the last lines of that entry.

Love will endure through those whom we have loved.
Life is sorrowful, but to be lived in joy.
‘ – Philip Toshio Sudo