BOWLES NOTES: SEXUS, by Henry Miller

Welcome to “BOWLES NOTES” – this month, Henry Miller's genius magnum opus,

SEXUS.

This one goes out to all who know that what matters most is how well you can walk through the FIRE...

 

The time has come again at last – to stop time and start....something else..... outside of time and space.  After almost burning up this summer, it was especially sweet to bond once again with my Les Paul Studio - the first session was...charged.....

 

Audio Tracks:

Intro: Nashville Pussy, Keep on Fucking.

Outro: The Stooges, I wanna be your dog.

J-Lindsay-Buffalo, aka. Grayson the Hack, J-Balls, or just ''Jay'', pick your alias!!, instrumental guitar backing...

 

I wonder if it's one of those strange coincidences of the universe that I was on a beach in Howser reading Henry Miller's magnum opus ''Sexus'' when Dr.Ruth died in Manhattan at the age of 96 in July. Beachtime just days before the wildfire madness – my one day of true summer heaven this year. Synchronicity abounds. Toil for results. The spirit of Dr. Ruth has rejoined the force and she's now a shimmering ghostly figure in the prime of beauty and youth, standing beside Yoda, Skywalker, and Kenobi saying “Keep on getting it on out there all you beautiful people!!''

 

The oldies are certainly listening, as apparently 40% of those between 65 and 80 are sexually active in 2024 and intercourse in old folks homes is on the rise, Nashville Pussy blaring Blaine Cartwright and Ruyter Suys voices down the halls at top volume screaming ''Keep on Fucking!!” Meanwhile in other news, 30% of all internet traffic is porn related – more traffic than Netflix, Amazon, and Twitter combined - with 77% of adults logging on at least once a month to get their kinky fix and the stats on women users rising to 40% in 2023 with the mental health effects alarming the psych industry people as addiction and lack of interest with a real human partner, feelings of shame, risky behaviors, and isolation all part of the program to have humanity sleepwalk into technocratic totalitarianism in 2025 as the so-called-powers-that-be play games with a fresh nuclear holocaust, genetic engineering, weather and global environmental control - civil wars in crumbling western nations states looming large on the collective gaydar of the fucky apocalyptic shitstorm of fear they're using to control us all. Bullshit. Poppycock. Balderdash. Malarky twaddle twat rigmarole!! Gay means happy. Right. Happy Halloween ladies lalalalalalalala, as the Kargen wanders down the aisles of the church leering at shocked nuns and we all laugh at a moment of much needed comic relief - the cataclysmic end of our shared universe and lives shrieking in technicolor skylight oblivion outside the oh-so-safe walls of our houses and institutions...

The DUDE ABIDES. This will not stand man, this aggression will not stand.....

 

There is some comic relief in Miller's book Sexus, but more importantly, there is wisdom and smut, entwined with such brilliance that you go from the visceral carnal pleasure of lust in the moment fulfilled to silver surfing the secrets of the universe from one page to the next. There's nothing else quite like it in print anywhere, anywhen. Remember Coles notes? Those short sweet versions that gave you the much needed synopsis if you didn't have the time or inclination to read the whole book in time for the test deadline or whatever? Well here in the land of pseudo mystical digital technoorganic hyperspace we now collectively have the audio version here referred to as ''Bowles Notes'' after the author and progenitor we all know and Love... So without any further ado-do, here are the BOWLES NOTES on Henry Miller's genius magnum opus ''Sexus'', beginning with the introduction of the book as a young man falls in love for the first time and goes through a transformation spanning the years it takes to really come to understand what it takes to be in a complex adult relationship – reciprocity, communication, balance, unity, and true simplicity among other things - he wrote this later in life reflecting on his first love, and it combines the pleasure of young lust with mature reflections on life and his experiences merging sex and philosophy. The finale was not as expected, but cut to the heart of things with such basic shocking metaphysical truth in metaphor... BADDABINGBADDABOOM!! ZZZZZAAANG!! Artist friends interested in Winter collaborations are welcome... Peace and Love all you groovy brothas and sistas!! RIP Doctor Ruth Westheimer – aaaaand for everybody else still alive, kicking, and drawing breath –

KEEP ON FUCKING.....

(Nashville Pussy plays...)

 

 

Sexus by Henry Miller. 'Bowles Notes' from the Edge.....

Choice quotes:

 

It must have been a Thursday night when I met her for the first time—at the dance hall. I reported to work in the morning, after an hour or two’s sleep, looking like a somnambulist. The day passed like a dream. After dinner I fell asleep on the couch and awoke fully dressed about six the next morning. I felt thoroughly refreshed, pure at heart, and obsessed with one idea—to have her at any cost. Walking through the park I debated what sort of flowers to send with the book I had promised her (Winesburg, Ohio). I was approaching my thirty-third year, the age of Christ crucified. A wholly new life lay before me, had I the courage to risk all. Actually there was nothing to risk: I was at the bottom rung of the ladder, a failure in every sense of the word.

It was a Saturday morning, then, and for me Saturday has always been the best day of the week. I come to life when others are dropping off with fatigue; my week begins with the Jewish day of rest. That this was to be the grand week of my life, to last for seven long years, I had no idea of course. I knew only that the day was auspicious and eventful. To make the fatal step, to throw everything to the dogs, is in itself an emancipation: the thought of consequences never entered my head. To make absolute, unconditional surrender to the woman one loves is to break every bond save the desire not to lose her, which is the most terrible bond of all.  I spent the morning borrowing right and left, dispatched the book and flowers, then sat down to write a long letter to be delivered by a special messenger. I told her that I would telephone her later in the afternoon. At noon I quit the office...

 

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant.

 

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin— to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

 

There are moments when the elixir of life rises to such over−brimming splendor that the soul spills over. In the seraphic smile of the Madonnas the soul is seen to flood the psyche. The moon of the face becomes full; the equation is perfect. A minute, a half−minute, a second later, the miracle has passed. Something intangible, something inexplicable, was given out-and received.

 

The man who is forever disturbed about the condition of humanity either has no problems of his own or has refused to face them.

 

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

-HENRY MILLER.

 

That last one smacks of AI and Google search for sure.....

BRAIN TRANSPLANTS ALL 'ROUND!!!

PS. It's been a pleasure serving (with) you.....

-GRAYSON.