"Wales Visitation" An Alchemical Interpretation
"Wales Visitation" An Alchemical Interpretation
"Wales Visitation" An Alchemical Interpretation
An Alchemical Interpretation
In July of 1967, the American poet Allen Ginsberg took a trip to Wales. The
word trip in this case is a double entendre, because Ginsberg traveled to
Wales, took a dose of LSD and went walking through the ancient hillsides.
The poem that emerged from this experience is entitled, Wales Visitation.1
WALES VISITATION
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For a moving and inspiring reading of the poem by the author, please enjoy this video!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKBAJYceQ54
Bardic, O Self, Visitacione, tell naught
but what seen by one man in a vale in Albion,
Many of Ginsberg’s poems contain the ghosts of poets long since dead, like
his doleful yearning for Walt Whitman in A Supermarket in California.
But Wales Visitation is not a search for the ghost of a dead poet, but is
instead an experience of invoking and merging with the legends of
English Romanticism, including Samuel Coleridge, William Blake and
William Wordsworth. These are Ginsberg’s ancestors, speaking through
him with the light of poesy.
For Ginsberg, LSD was not merely a form of intoxication; rather it was a
tool for investigating the nature of mind, providing an approach that he
called “the old yoga of poesy.” His use of LSD for the purpose of writing
this poem is part of the Romantic spirit, recalling Coleridge’s use of
laudanum to compose Kubla Khan.
His poem is born from the living union of heaven and earth: the wild and
numinous experience of the elements. He sees the world as a Hermeticist
does, through the eyes of mother Earth where every living thing is
perfection and every new flower tells an ancient story. This is the light of
the logos sparkling through the poet’s mind.
Allen Ginsberg reflected upon the creation of this poem from the
perspective of an alchemist, who is dreamer, artist and scientist. Having
been so strongly influenced by the Romantic tradition, he came to the
realization:
“...that me making noise as poetry was no different from the wind making noise
in the branches. It was just as natural…The fact that there were thoughts
flowing through the mind is as much of a natural object as is the milky way
floating over the isle of Skye. So, for the first time, I didn’t have to feel guilt or
psychological conflict about writing while I was high.”