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William
Levy (born January 10, 1939), known as the Talmudic Wizard
of Amsterdam and Dr. Doo-Wop, is the author of such works
as The Virgin Sperm Dancer, Wet Dreams, Certain Radio Speeches
of Ezra Pound and Natural Jewboy.
Before
leaving the U.S. in the autumn of 1966 aboard the R.M.S
Queen Mary, Mr. Levy attended the University of Maryland
and Temple University and taught in the literature department
at Shippensburg State College, in Pennsylvania. In the sixties
and seventies, he was founder and chief-editor of many magazines
such as: The Insect Trust Gazette, International Times,
Suck, and The Fanatic. Recently, he served as European Editor
for American glossy fanzines High Times and Penthouse Magazine
and as an associate editor of Amsterdam zines Het Gewicht,
Ins and Outs, La Linea and Atom Club. Mr. Levy has been
a regular contributor to Andrei Codrescu's Exquisite Corpse
and Libido and is currently publisher of Transactions of
the Invisible Language Society series. His meditation play
Europe in Flames was also featured at the Festival of New
Radio in New York. In 1998, Mr. Levy was awarded the Erotic
Oscar for writing at London's Sex Maniac's Ball. Mr. Levy's
alter-ego, Dr. Doo Wop, can be heard weekly spinning groovy
music across Amsterdam's airwaves.
Mr.
Levy currently lives in Amsterdam with his wife, the literary
translator Susan Janssen (translator of many works of Bukowski
and of F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby).
SRC: wikipedia.com
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A
Call For Chaos
Editor's Note: Originally Published In: Jeremiad
Chants / An Absolute Polemic (Amsterdam & Genoa: Joy Publications,
1979)
Breath
Does not create wind.
It is pursued by it
The word
Cannot cause life or death.
It is called by it.
The word
That witched the wind
Witched my mind
And changed the shapes
Of all about me
In a magnetic dream.
Aren't
terrorists condemned merely because established authority
wants to monopolize terror?
Aren't terrorists merely the noblest and most efficient resistors to
Tyranny-but to tyrannies of which you approve?
Terrorists are Total.
Terrorists are Passionate.
Terrorists are Out-of-Time.
Terrorists are the best illustration of the Universe-
Degenerate, nihilist, base, obscene, discontinuous, revolutionary,
Catastrophic, incredibly exaggerated hallucinogenic...
A boiling cauldron of rage, lament, sarcasm, despair, affection, hope
And exasperation...
Chaos equals the Spirit of god. Chaos is the seed-ground of the
Cosmos.
It is chaos that is the basis of all progress: the Godhead can be
Known only in Corybantic madness.
Go
my chants to those whose soul is a cupboard full of cans of
Culture,
Go to those self-appointed elitist who offer themselves with swiftly
Diminishing reluctance as savior of art, politics and letters,
And to other damn tormenting punks:- To the united survivors of bla bla bla,
and
To all those spiritual exhibitionists who want light without heat,
Love without hate or desire.
Go...
Expect
nothing out of my mouth that has a pleasant sound.
Look for nothing but descriptions a person who hears thunder in
The earth as a revelation of the hidden potentialities of Chaos
Come all you Gangster of the sky. Awake and Assemble.
Terrorists are Total.
Terrorists are Passionate.
Terrorists are Divine.
Listen
for the sound of the Sun being barked out of the Sky and
Turning Moon and Stars into frozen meteors and making Oceans a
Dry land of ice.
Squat here calling chaos about us,
As Chaos comes! |
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