One of the biggest
mistakes I ever made was to quit smoking cigarettes
and, even worse, the exotic taste and spin of
Brazilian Valencia cigarillos. For those of you who
never acquired this addiction, move on. You'll never
understand it. To you, it is a health catastrophe,
it stinks and pollutes and damages the body. All
junkies and recovering addicts, it is a delusional
demon that provides both cerebral music and the
companionship of a physical rhythm that no drug, no
food, no other physical activity, not even sex can
provide. Not better, just unique. Not more
fulfilling, just intimate, private, and sensually
marijuana is not smoking at all… it is
inhaling a drug that alters your state of
consciousness or for many stoners their lack of
consciousness. But it doesn't have to be smoked.
As with most drugs, it can be ingested, eaten, if
you will. Like smoking tobacco, it is the physical
act that is sensually self-defining. It is an
experience of art.
legal in the U.S. and Thailand and already legal in
many other countries, ganja, maryjane, the weed is
triumphing over the failure of religious
superstition to calm the Cambric anxiety and sense
of futility that grows with age and distorts all
The angry Alien creator in the sky is stoned!
The high god is High!
To you who live
in the clean world, the smell, the taste, the health
threat of tobacco is the Congo's echo crying: "the
horror." It is enough to drive you to exterminate
every trace of smoke and everyone who blows it into
the air. To us, the addicts, who also hear Conrad's
song, "the horror" is the dream. It isn't the
nicotine, which we now know is one of the most
addictive substances one can ingest. If it were, we
could simply chew the gum or lick the patch and live
with you… smiling, secretly smiling. No, it's
not just the drug… it's the physicality in the
hands and fingers, between the lips, up the nose and
above all, the waft of smoke that drifts and changes
light, changes taste, changes smell, and is
intricately woven into a thousand movements,
thoughts, events. It is an experience of art.
cigar, the cigarillo, the cigarette…
discovered and developed by men for men and for a long time, forbidden to women. Forbidden by the patriarchal dominance that has enwrapped human civilization since Day One. And one of Patriarchy's primary tools in its smothering embrace is capitalism which has entrenched a basic, motivating, self-destructing drive into human behavior… profit: the accumulation of wealth by the few at the decimating expense of the many.
"awakening" is only beginning to scratch the surface
as it reveals the layers of human patriarchal
history (the only true history). For all human
genders, nothing... not cocaine nor opium or guns or
fundamentalism or unsafe sex or global warming or
child pornography or foreigners or aliens or skin
color or obesity or old age or alcohol will ever
approach the growing terror: that smoking cigarettes
is the demon and tobacco is the Anti-Christ.
That's right, the horror, the antichrist. In the
soon-to-come future, smoking will not only be
totally banned, it will be bannered as an ultimate
crime against the state, against humanity, against
gods and goddesses everywhere. Punishible by death,
smoking will be totally eradicated and every flake
of tobacco with it. No longer a dream, no longer an
experience of art.
Until then… don't inhale… unless it's Colombian Gold.
And for those of you who don't inhale anything... Bon Voyage!