More vintage Wilson reissued

Wilson’s long out of print work on music, The Brandy of the Damned, has been reissued by Foruli Classics. “Dedicated to bringing the best music and popular culture books back into print.” I’m not sure if this is the shorter UK version or the expanded US version, but it incorporates some of the artwork from the UK version of the latter (confused?) which was published by Pan as Colin Wilson on Music. Phew! Meanwhile, Geoff Ward provides an introduction to a very welcome reissue of The Glass Cage. Published by Valancourt, it’s also available for Kindle.

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Colin Wilson Memorial Service

From Colin’s bibliographer and friend, Colin Stanley –

There is to be a Memorial Service for Colin at St James’s Church, 197 Piccadilly, London W1J 9LL at 3pm on Tuesday October 14, 2014.

Everyone is welcome and I look forward to meeting up with those of you who are able to attend.

CW in “the world’s most unusual magazine”

There’s an excellent (2007) interview with Colin Wilson at New Dawn magazine, available here. Choice quote – “As a thinker I place Edmund Husserl and his phenomenology at the centre of my approach, and I point out that it was because of certain simple logical errors that Sartre, Camus and Heidegger end as pessimists. When Husserl’s programme is carried out correctly, the outcome is positive, not negative. Derrida is a more recent example of a ‘Husserlian’ who failed to understand Husserl.”
There’s also a fine CW tribute by Frank DeMarco, and other interesting articles – well worth just over three quid!!

Colin Wilson’s Existential Literary Criticism – a review.

Colin Wilson’s Existential Literary Criticism [Colin Wilson Studies # 23] By Colin Stanley (Paupers’ Press, 2014)

The third in the ‘guide for students’ series on Colin Wilson’s work and the 23rd instalment in the Colin Wilson Studies series sees Wilson’s bibliographer turning his attention to one of Wilson’s best inventions – Existential Literary Criticism.
Existential Literary Criticism (ELC) is described by Wilson himself as a “different approach” to literature. After he published a tentative demonstration of ELC on the work of Aldous Huxley in a periodical in 1958, a reader complained to say that the only difference between criticism of the Existential and ordinary kind was the former’s pretentiousness. You proud Anglo philistines crack me up! Misunderstandings never change, it seems. So one year later Wilson wrote his important essay Existential Criticism which is now handily reproduced as an appendix to this volume.
It used to be annoying reading the opening sentence of that essay. Frustrating, because when I first read it, Deconstruction was the trendiest thing on the catwalk. Now that Derrida’s Politically Correct relativism is consigned to the landfill, like so much of last season’s high street fashion, it’s interesting to read it – “It is my hope that, within the next two decades, the techniques of existential thinking will become a commonplace in England and America. They would undoubtably provide a solution to many problems…” Needless to say, that hasn’t happened – the academy will always take the easy route. But ELC as a technique is a definite solution to still ongoing problems. “The disease of our time is the diffidence, the sense of personal insignificance, that feels the need to disguise itself as academic objectivity when it attempts to philosophise.” Fifty five years later and it’s still true. The garments have changed several times down the decades, but the deceit is still there. Contemporary writer/philosophers like Thomas Ligotti and Ray Brassier are still at it, like Japanese soldiers who don’t realise World War Two is over. Nihilism salesmen are an extreme example, and they do at least advertise their prejudices loudly enough to safely ignore them. Although their bland acceptance is of no actual use in studies of intentional consciousness, it does serve as an historical illustration of how much resistance – or rather, ignorance – there has been to Wilson’s bounty of ideas. The past fifty odd years of posh culture have generally ignored Wilson’s usefulness and have been mostly treading the same puddle in different togs.
So what does ELC have to do with this problem of ‘the fallacy of insignificance’? It mercilessly tracks a spotlight on any indulgence, any weak spot that confuses personal prejudices with objective perception. It is fundamentally a phenomenological technique, and it is relentless. There is no detail – however excruciating – spared when Wilson is in full flight (see, for instance, his The Misfits, 1988). ELC is not interested in style over content; David Lindsay is higher in the Wilson canon than many other technically proficient writers. It isn’t interested in reinforcing illusions of handed-down greatness; James Joyce is dissected as a self obsessive foghorn. It is only interested in meaning and values. In a much more dramatic and direct way, Wilson investigated criminals and murderers who would narcissistically lay their deceptive minds and life rejection on the autopsy slab for all it see. ELC is of course dealing with something more subtle and useful – literature – but Wilson’s method is essentially the same; to draw attention to the negative prejudices in documents that claim to be objective (in literature, his prime target is the I-am-a-camera type of novel).
For the rest of his career Wilson used this technique as a tool to extract intentions and meanings from an extraordinary number of texts, without any specific need to draw attention to the apparent difference between ‘high’ and ‘low’ culture – that obsession with ‘difference’ is slowly rotting academia away from the inside like a septic tooth. Jane Austen or Juan Butler, H.P. Lovecraft or Heidegger – they were all trying to say something. And that something is far more important that the styles they clothed it in. That is merely outward appearance, not the hardcore rigour of phenomenological analysis.
The inclusion of the (quite scarce) 1959 Wilson essay in this volume is the best place to start. Elsewhere, Colin Stanley gives the neophyte the meat of the ELC books, and for the obsessive, a list of even more books, pamphlets and articles to hunt out, all drawn from from his immense CW bibliography.
The books discussed in the main trunk of the text are some of Wilson’s most focused. The Strength to Dream, Eagle and Earwig, Poetry & Mysticism, The Craft of the Novel, The Bicameral Critic, Existentially Speaking, The Books In My Life, The Angry Years and Existential Criticism: selected book reviews are separated by quite large gaps of time and, after the first two, hidden in between large thickets of occult esoterica and criminal texts, amongst other things. Most are all still in fairly easy to find, save Eagle and Earwig (some of it’s content is in Existential Criticism, 2009) so the summary here is welcome. Colin Stanley has himself noted a dilemma in that, when writing about such a clear voice as Wilson’s, there is a danger in obscuring his essentially simple message. Wilson was aware of this when thinking about his own vast catalogue. What makes this book valuable to those not familiar with his work – apart from the summaries of the texts – are the quotations that are on nearly every page. For instance:
“…the novel – and to a lesser extent, the play – represented a new dimension in human freedom…it seemed there were no limits to the human imagination; using this vehicle of the novel, it could explore all time and space.” (Quoted from The Craft of the Novel).
Colin Stanley’s guide series is an extremely useful map for those daunted by the size of Wilson’s catalogue – which is still large when the best books have been cherry picked. Like Howard Dosser’s 1990 study Colin Wilson, the Man and his Mind, it is a necessary to understanding a big and fascinating territory. This particular volume brings notice to an often overlooked part of Wilson’s thought and for that alone it is welcomed.

Colin Wilson’s Existential Literary Criticism is available at Amazon or direct from the publishers.

CW poem by Eric Nicholson

Here is a tribute to Colin by Eric Nicholson. See how many Wilson references you can spot!

Book title autobiographical sketch with special reference to the titles and themes of

Colin Wilson.

Looking backward, how much of my life was

a ritual in the dark?

I cultivated the strength to dream but

neglected my deeper self. . .

First I lived as a semi-steppenwolf and sang

a song of stone; light and

death were my companions.

I remember midnight

on the desert ( of time and stars)

in those desolate years. (The outsider archetype,

plagued by traumas and fears.)

With my backpack bulging I set off in search

of the miraculous, convinced I was more than

a ghost in a machine.

So, I was dreaming to some purpose, fighting

the war against sleep. For many years

I toiled along the mountain path. The dark night

of the soul part of the scene.

I decided too early that the way

ahead was in doing nothing. Yet even the masters

say their lives consisted of one mistake

after another! Light goes with darkness as

the steps in walking. Walk on!

The lifeforce is impersonal and is all

and everything; a flickering flame dancing​

through the aeons. (See a billion bipeds scurrying like bugs:

that’s you and me as well as sages and thugs.)

The trembling flame flickers through

a billion flickering life-forms and seems –

ceaseless and eternal. A thousand names

for joy!​

(This is the universe’s purpose; to become

conscious of itself. . .)

I am not who I thought I was. . .

I talk of dreams but practice the power

of now; no longer fear

and trembling quite as much.

Adrift in Soho essay

Colin Stanley has an essay on Adrift in Soho at the London Fictions website. “Despite the ‘swinging sixties’, Wilson maintained this stance, against the use of drugs to induce higher states of consciousness, preferring more intellectually-based methods.”

Transhuman, all too Transhuman

Two books published in the Colin Wilson Studies series are very contemporary – yet the contents are four decades old.
As a reader of Wilson since the last century, reading a ‘new’ book by him is an unusual experience now. Despite knowing that his uncollected or unpublished work is a rich seam, it’s an odd feeling to know that this is all posthumous; that there’s not going to be two or more new books a year and that one might be blessed with the inevitable cut ‘n paste review containing all the old annoying cliches. This stuff, published by Paupers’ Press, is made and consumed (mostly) by hardcore readers and collectors.
In a strange sense though, it’s like the spotlight is off Colin Wilson, the person, and firmly on his ideas. (Unless you’re an obituary writer). These two books are full of ideas, despite their brevity.
Colin Wilson Studies # 21 contains two essays from 1974 or thereabouts: Comments on Boredom and Evolutionary Humanism and the New Psychology. Studies # 22 is a previously unpublished Introduction to a book which would have been called Faces of Evil, if it ever appeared. Possibly from the mid to late Seventies, the only trace left of its existence is a cover image, advertising blurb and ISBN number: 0-89104-042-0. It was to have featured 60 full colour illustrations and 30 original paintings in it’s 128 pages.
Edited and introduced by Wilson scholar Vaughan Rapatahana, these essays “make sure you cogitate and they force you to ponder further.” A well known effect for Wilson readers. Another plus is that the topics he writes about here are very relevant – a point not lost on the editor.

Boredom. (Trans)Humanism. Evil.

Humanism, as it’s understood – or should that be marketed? – today is a different beast to the Humanism that Wilson writes about here. ‘Humanism’, with it’s corporate logo, London bus adverts, celebrity atheists and it’s general sense of bourgeois self-satisfaction is not really the Humanism that Wilson is writing about. That sort of Commercial Evangelical Humanism has more in common with the creature comforts of der letzte Mensch, Nietzsche’s ‘last man”, the opposite of the bed of nails that is (will be?) Das Übermensch. Wilson’s Evolutionary Humanism has more in common with Julian Huxley’s original concept as discussed in Beyond the Outsider. Huxley, in fact described himself as a “Transhumanist” – a point we’ll need to return to. So even though he can write that “My religion is evolutionary humanism” (1) he is not advocating a simple replacement of Theology with Darwinism, as that would be too philosophically crude. Rather, he is attempting to describe, with as much phenomenological precision as possible, the access code to a “new world of super-reality and anti-futility.” (2) H G Wells’ metaphor of early amphibians struggling to stand or breathe on land is referenced, but Wilson suggests that the need to flop back into the cool waters of “repetitive little preoccupations and animal responses” is best described in the opening scenes of Goethe’s Faust, in Nietzsche’s Zarathustra (3) and in Dostoyevsky’s figure of Stavrogin. These three are expositions of what Wilson calls “the values problem”, the problem of life fatigue and life failure. Our instinctive values or rather, subconscious intentionalities, have been built up over millions of years, and they need to be analysed for deep, deep prejudices in the light of everyday consciousness. Because our habit of selective consciousness is so ingrained – originally for our survival – it continuously replaces any sense of wider meaning with a sense of immediate purpose, with the ability to concentrate on getting things done, but generating unpleasant side effects of neurosis and social friction.
Wilson sees the imagination as part of perception. Imagination moulds the perceptions of the physical world, although “it has a tough sub-structure of reality to deal with. However, it colours and shapes and tints and excludes, and the resulting perception is not in any sense a perception of ‘things as they are’. It is carefully edited.” (4) This is the instinctive value mentioned earlier; in fact it is actually a “devaluing mechanism.’ Things can be perfect in life, and we take them for granted – in fact we are normally bored (this is discussed more fully in the Comments on Boredom essay). What is happening, says Wilson, is that we instinctively put aside the pleasure and move on to the next thing. “This means that, from the feeling point of view, consciousness is kept blank – that is, open and receptive. But if there happen to be no ‘in-coming’ feelings, the result is boredom.” (5) The chief value (ironically) of the devaluing mechanism is pain and inconvenience – we can get over minor physical pain or setbacks by devaluing them and moving into something else. Wilson calls this the ‘St. Neots Margin’, a kind of equator of the human mind that is affected by pain, but indifferent to pleasure. We take happiness for granted, but only start to ask questions when we suffer misfortune.
Now Wilson introduces an important concept. As our consciousness is editing our environment, certain things are left on the cutting room floor. The full beam of our intentionality is focussing on a limited number of things, whilst others are noticed, but in a less immediate way. They are out-takes, like the extras on a Directors’ Cut DVD that we will probably never watch. They are there, they are important, but taken for granted – like, Wilson remarks, a pair of guests who are so familiar to the butler that he doesn’t need to ask for their invitation card. They are accepted – but rather than call this process ‘acceptance’, Wilson describes this mechanical observation as ‘acceptation’. For convenience, acceptation “is the actual medium for the dilution of consciousness.” (6) it is, he says, like ash which prevents the consciousness from overheating. The inferno of total consciousness would generate too much heat for us at this moment, so we use our powers of abstraction and imagination to bring back enough for a camp fire. We supplement our awareness with memory and imagination.
The imagination should not be confused with daydreaming. “It is related to ordinary perception as as mathematics is related to science; it is concerned with the basic laws of the reality that perception can only grasp piecemeal.” (7) Perception is intentional, it is selective – and it is prejudiced. A strongly developed imagination can easily be used to remind ourselves of how our selective consciousness has become what it is, and why.
Wilson is keen to remind us that we are marking time with our present consciousness. We cannot go any further with these old habits, the door of the prison is opening, but far too slowly, and while we’re in this state, “we need war as a necessary outlet.” (8) Bearing in mind that these words were written forty years ago, little has changed. The problem is still staring us in the face, and people seem keen to avoid addressing it. Perhaps because, as Wilson says, we treat consciousness as a basic unit, rather than showing (or rather knowing) how it is built. Wilson once remarked that the problem of philosophy is so simple that no philosopher has ever stated it. He is on to something there.
Wilson’s Evolutionary Humanism is unlike today’s Humanism. Like Huxley’s Transhumanism, like Maslow’s self-actualising Metahuman, it is Nietzsche rather than Darwin who is the focus. So it is interesting to see the editor compare Wilson to Ray Brassier in The Faces of Evil. For although Brassier is a supporter of Transhumanism, he insists, somewhat theatrically, that we must choose Darwin over Husserl lest we “plunge headlong into intellectual disaster and the ruin of philosophy.” Brassier was once linked to the Speculative Realists, who claim originality for their use of H. P. Lovecraft in philosophical – specifically phenomenological – disciplines. They are still shamefully unaware of Wilson’s historical record here. Brassier, like Thomas Ligotti, like Houellebecq and S. T. Joshi, seem to admire Lovecraft for his fundamentalist nihilism. This is perhaps a little too convenient; Lovecraft’s nihilism is really his least interesting feature. It is a mask, the opposite of his real drive. (8) So although Wilson sounds like Brassier – or rather, vice versa – when he writes of Evil as “a vital force so tremendous that the slightest glimpse of it reveals our human values to be childish and trivial”, he is probably speaking Nietzscheian, or perhaps Blakeian (the antediluvians who are our energies etc.) rather than materialist nihilism. Lovecraft made the phenomenological mistake of describing his Things as “evil”, when they are in fact fascinating. Wilson offers Arthur Machen’s description of a similar experience, but minus any dread. (9) Perhaps Machen was a greater phenomenologist than his literary offspring…
So in these essays, forty years old, Colin Wilson is pretty much discussing today’s cultural impasse. Or maybe it’s just that not much has changed? The points he makes on these topics are certainly worth everyone’s attention.

(1) Colin Wilson, Comments on Boredom and Evolutionary Humanism and the New Psychology: two unpublished essays Paupers’ Press, 2013, p. 35
(2) ibid. p. 36
(3) Specifically the section entitled On the Tree on the Mountain (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Cambridge University Press, 2006, p.29)
(4) Colin Wilson, Comments on Boredom and Evolutionary Humanism and the New Psychology: two unpublished essays Paupers’ Press, 2013, p. 42
(5) ibid. p. 43
(6) ibid. p. 44
(7) ibid. p. 45
(8) Kenneth Grant The Ninth Arch, p xxix Starfire 2002
(9) see Wilson’s introduction to The Necronomicon (Neville Spearman, 1978)

Fortean Times CW obituary… with help from VIZ Comic

The latest issue of Fortean Times (FT310) has an excellent and lengthy (two full pages) obit by Gary Lachman which puts most of the attempts in the nationals to shame. Reading Wilson, Lachman concludes, “makes our inner gears a little bit stronger.” The letters page has a brilliant cartoon of CW from VIZ cartoonist Davey Jones who says that “I’m not the only person whose teenage ennui was eased by reading The Mind Parasites.”
Gossip also tells me that none other than Dame Edna Everage herself – well, Barry Humphries, anyway – is an admirer of Wilson. Perhaps we should guessed from this Edna quote – “There is, perhaps, no more dangerous man in the world than the man with the sensibilities of an artist but without creative talent. With luck such men make wonderful theatrical impresarios and interior decorators, or else they become mass murderers or critics.”

Existential Literary Criticism – CW Studies # 23

The work goes on.

Colin Wilson’s
Existential Literary Criticism:
a guide for students
by
Colin Stanley

For nearly sixty years, throughout his career, Colin Wilson has championed existential criticism, asserting that a book should not just be judged by the tenets of literary criticism or theory alone but also on what it has to say, in particular about the meaning and purpose of existence.
​In this study, a companion to his students’ guides to Colin Wilson’s ‘Outsider Cycle’ (Paupers’ Press, 2009) and ‘Occult Trilogy’ (Axis Mundi, 2013), Colin Stanley provides assessments of nine of his subject’s essential book-length studies on existential criticism and bibliographical details for the hundreds of essays and reviews he has written during the course of his long career.
​Appended to this is Wilson’s groundbreaking essay ‘Existential Criticism’ first published in The Chicago Review in 1959.
Due January 6th, 2014
201 pages. Paperback. £12.95.
I.S.B.N. 9780956866349
(Colin Wilson Studies #23)

Pre-publication offer: £11.95 (including postage/packing to UK addresses and delivery before Christmas)
Pay by PayPal to: stan2727uk@aol.com
or cheque, payable to Colin Stanley, from:
Paupers’ Press, 37 Quayside Close, Trent Bridge, Nottingham NG2 3BP.

Footnote: After generally disappointing run of the mill obituaries, Colin Stanley has written a rather more considered tribute. These two assertions stand out –
Those critics who have failed to see and appreciate [Wilson’s] talent are invariably those who have been intimidated by such a vast body of work and unable to distinguish between his ephemeral and essential books.
And –
When all is said and done, it is in [the] field of Consciousness Studies, that his true legacy lies.

Colin Henry Wilson 26 June 1931 – 5 December 2013.

By Vaughan Rapatahana

Given that Colin was himself rather prone to sweeping generalizations, indeed could on occasion be accused of hyperbolic rushes, I do not think that it is an exaggeration for me to state quite simply that Wilson was one of the more important writers and thinkers of his generation and as such that he will remain of considerable significance for many generations to come. Surely his huge oeuvre will be of even more exponentially increasing import as time headlongs itself forward, as readers and critics increasingly untrove the massive arsenal that is his written work, from libraries, second-hand bookstores and on the web.

The key to this rather prolix statement above is that Wilson was both a very good writer and a very good thinker – two polar opposites for the vast majority of writers and thinkers per se, who did not have his bicameral gift. In other words, not only could he write clearly, cogently and enthusiastically about a wide vista of – to him, always interrelated topics – but he would write about them existentially, always existentially, for everything he wrote, down to his lesser fictive excursions and his rants on subjects such as gardening – always had some ontological and epistemological grounding in this, his overall Existentialist Weltanshauung.

It is this, his quasi-obsession drive to relate everything to and from his own profound inner nuclear warhead, his mystic overview of how things ‘really should be’, that impelled him to write, transcribe, read, rave and produce prodigiously for a healthy number of years and indeed for well into two distinct centuries.

This impellation was, of course, to translate and codify his prime philosophic truth: that man is greater than he/she thinks he/she is and that – damn it – he/she bloody well should be doing something about evolving a lot faster, transmogrifying into the true mighty Being they inherently all are.

It is this, Colin Wilson’s DNA of preaching and teaching our evolution into something natural yet supernatural, for which we will remember him, I think and not at all for the rampant bullshit written about him, nor for any foibles that he may or may not have had as a man, as an author.

In the end then, as I write a tribute according to the parameters of Wilson’s very own Existential Literary Criticism, I can unhesitatingly say that he is a taonga (as we Māori say) – a veritable vibrant treasure to be shared for years and years to come.