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And why not? Magick and the experimental threads of poetry and prose. I've long been an...explorer of...these sorts of things...starting with Franz Bardon's Initiation into Hermetics when I was a kid, and of course Eliphas Levi and all the rest. I've been an enthusiastic reader of Chaos Magick, though these chaps seem to enjoy "riding bareback" on the Astral plane--which, as Dion Fortune would gravely tell you,--invites the worst kind of trouble. The Tate now has a verbo-visual artifact from my hand that alludes to Bulwer-Lytton's "The House With A Brain." Sad that this adept was generally such a horrid writer, but something darkles through in a few of his. I've always been fascinated by Grimoires simply because of the life and death power given to the Word in them--the chanted, the sung, the engraved, the written. I had a nice collection once upon a time but sold them off when I was on the move. Magic has always been the great equalizer for the poor and the weak and those looking for redemption and revenge without groveling too much. Recently loved Owen Davis' Grimoires; A History of Magic Books and recommend it to one and all. Another important volume for me has been the study by the late Michel Strickmann titled Chinese Magical Medicine (Stanford University Press). Be careful, though, ladies and gents--if you get caught up in this stuff you're liable to lose your head, or at least have it twisted backwards on your neck when you wake up in your casket in the company of all the ugly, nasty, glaring things you've (mis)spent your days conjuring up. Je est moi, Rimbaud Ducasse