Andrew Mendez

Inner Vacations

Thesis:

Hermes Trismegistus, in his Emerald Tablet, stated that “that which is below is like that which is above.” If this is so, then can it also be said that that which is inside is the same as that which is outside?

Travel is a state of mind that can cost thousands for a Parisian Getaway, to a few bucks for a microdose windowpane of pure sunshine.

Either way, you are going to be emptied.

Antithesis:

The burning of bodies darkens the skies of India. Forced hibernations for well over a year have led Hunger Artists to cage themselves in their living rooms, hoping no-one knocks at the door.

I have my roof that I climb to hide from today.

Synthesis:

The following words were translated from a sheet of paper written under the influence of two microdots of mescaline taken this past spring at Morning Glory Cottage, Bear Mountain, N.Y. with a friend.

The first two lines were easy to transliterate, but as time went on the script itself metamorphosizes into a reptilian chick scratch that took hours of contemplation to make any sense of.

These were not poetic expressions, but instead, isolated ideas that flashed in an influenced mind.

text:

Internal visions
Crowned with dark anvils
a eternal returning
that ends with waiting fingers.

THERE are holes underground
pillars of salt like diamonds that outline your eyes
pouring through the gaps in our words
a definite sign of the times ahead.
I take this poison
baptised under a moon in Capricorn
Opening doors that close at the same time
burning all the bridges before I get to them.
In front of me stands the image of my live
it’s carved from the heartwood of the Buddha’s tree.
Golden rays descend from the corner of the room
an explosion of cosmic proportions happening from behind my eyes — somewhere over there
the image turns into an ouroboros figure laughing at me from under a blade of grass.
Falling, for years, it seemed, until softly I settled on a beach, crawling into the sands like a mother…..
(Here the trip ends.)

*would like to credit Casi Cline’s To the burrow for its influence and company on this trip.