Monday, April 17, 2006


I`m sure everyone remembers doing the Flaneur reading and thinking: "Looks like Benjamin was the one smoking hash!" and then thinking they were making a clever joke. Well, it turns out Benjamin DID smoke hash...he also acted like a 14 year old while doing so. The following is a description by Fritz Frankel dated 1931 of Benjamin`s experiment with hash and it is So. Fucking. Funny. It`s pretty long but it just gets better and better as he gets higher and higher.

11:00p.m. Walter Benjamin, 1.0 gram.
12:00 am SUDDEN LAUGHTER; repeated short bursts of laughter. "I`d like to be transformed into a mouse mountain." (Naturally: Parturiant montes, nscetur ridiculus mus. (mountains will labor; a funny little mouse will be born))

Subject notices a crumples piece of paper lying next to a bottle on a little table, and in a delighted tone he designates it "little monkey" and also "stereoscope monkey," "little stereoscope".

It is a sign of the very bright and friendly character of the intoxication that the subject`s pleasurable relation to his own existence does not manifest itself here, as it usually does, in arrogance and distance. His exultation is put to use in an opposite direction--namely, as tenderness toward things and, above all, toward words. The play with the words "stereoscope mokey" is wholly characteristic of the way the hashish intoxication sets going a volatilization of ideas into word aromas, so much so that, for example, the proper ideational substance of the word--the root idea "monkey"--ends up completely evaporating.

The room we`re in is said to be "lacking charm." The subject explains that "oriental palaces belong here. I am not thining of describing them, although that might suit the palaces" The the subject says he would like to "see something beautiful".

Subject picks up a newpapser and makes a serious attempt to read it--is therefore not really occupied with any inner visions brought on by intoxication. Of course, for whatever reason, physical or mental, the reading attempt fails. (Presumably the cause is physical and mental.) The subject finds himself inexplicably amused by the dullest political slogans.

As in earlier experiments, the subject raises his right arm, supported at the elbow, to a vertical position, with the index finger pointing upward. "Perhaps my hand will slowly turn into a littl branch."

Test subject occupies himself again with the room, this time in a friendlier spirit that before, calling it "little room" and addressing it in the familiar: "little room, I`d like to say something beautiful to you"

The test subject turns to colors again, uttering the word "green" in a long, singing tone (held for about twenty seconds), and then he says, "Green is also yellow."

So far as this last remark is concerned, it surely means what it says, but also presumably more that what it says. Fundamentally, there is the experience of a representation of something yellow next to that of something green. These representations can be circumscribed most readily by the image of a luxuriant meadow whose border spulls yellow sand. The lenghthened vowel in the word "green" implies that the voice is being drawn out by the sound, just as the idea of green has appertaining to it something attractive, enticing, something that draws one ever further into the distance. The voice wanders in pursuit of the sound, and the inner eye in pursuit of things.

The deepest stage of the intoxication begins, it would seem. Introduced with much ado, the proclamation of secrets begins. Unfortunately, the second of these secrets cannot be recovered, since at this point the compiler of the protocol was very energetically prohibited from taking notes. This behavior speaks for the depth of the intoxication, for at shallower stages the vanity of the intoxicated man is gratified by the fact that his words are being noted down. The first of these secrets: "It is a law:There is hashish effect only when one speaks about the hashish."

The test subject urgently requests that the window be shut. I close the window, and my action is greeted with a lively show of gratitude. In this context arises a speculation: "When someone has done something good, then perhaps that good deed becomes the eye of a bird."

The test subject claims to be feelin "an exceedingly strong effect, combined with the most powerful things I`ve ever felt with hashish." The character of the intoxication seems to him now "indescribably festive. " At this point the second secret made its appearance.

Test subject expresses the wish that the protocol writer not address him in the familiar as "du." The reason for this: "I am not I; I am the hashish at certain moments." Physical manifestations are also particularly strong at this stage: "My legs as though tied together."

The followin sentence--"Important thoughts must be put to sleep for a long time"--may relate to the process of deferment in the expression of a thought, that hesitation which can sometimes lead to total suppression of the thought. There follows, in a "deep phase, in which I descend almost at will, and to a mighty depth, " the third "great" secret. This is in fact a crystallization of the basic character of this particular intoxication. It is designated the "secret of wandering" What defines wandering is not purposeful moevemnt, not a spontaneity, but an unfathomable being-drawn. Wandering may be understood in reference to the clouds, if one were prepared to follow their drift with the feeling that they are not moving on their own but are being drawn.

"No one will be able to understand this intoxication; the will to awaken has died."

Some chocolate offered to the subject is declined with the words: "Eating belongs to another world." He is "separated from food by a glass wall."

The mood suddenly shifts. Test subject calls out abruptly: "New turn in the intoxication!" and, laughing repeatedly, says he`s now "suddenly in an operetta mood." The subject`s consciousness of the strength of the intoxication is demonstrated by his comment that "the intoxication could last thirty hours."

Test subject suddenly falls asleep (1:15 a.m.)


Blogger Barker said...

We talked a lot in class about drugs and their relation to the underground economy but we didn't talk about their effect on the experience of the city. Benjamin's reflections on the experience of modernity and technology in the city are among the best out there. Now we see the lengths he was willing to go to experience "the new". He wasn't the only one. Freud was known for his use of cocaine. If I recall correctly, Avital Ronnell has a great essay about this issue and its relation to the war on drugs called "On Drugs". (Do you have a source for this quote?)

4/18/2006 12:33 PM  
Blogger Vasta said...

That was a great read Marie, thanks for posting it. I'd love to know where you found it.

4/21/2006 1:19 AM  
Blogger Marie said...

It was in the "readings" section of this month's Harpers. On a side note, do you think Bourgois ever smoked crack with Primo and Caesar?

4/21/2006 1:07 PM  
Blogger Vasta said...

undoubtedly. :)

4/21/2006 10:51 PM  

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