Ah Pook the Destroyer

When I become Death, Death is the seed from which I grow…

Itzamna, spirit of early mist and showers. Ixtab, goddess of ropes and snares. Ix Chel, the spider web, catcher of morning dew. Zooheekock, virgin fire patroness of infants. Odziz, the master of cold. Kukupuket, who works in fire. Ixtabdoom, she who spits out precious stones. Ixchunchan, the dangerous one. Ah Pook, the destroyer.

Hiroshima, 1945, August 6, sixteen minutes past 8 AM.

Who really gave that order?  Control -the ugly American, the Instrument of Control.

If Control’s control is absolute, why does Control need to control? Control… needs time.

Is Control controlled by its need to control? Yes.

Why does Control need humans, as you call them? Wait… wait! Time, a landing field.

Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.

And what does Death need time for? The answer is sooo simple. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sake. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker… Like this.

We have a new type of rule now. Not one man rule, or rule of aristocracy, or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces who’ve reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.

This line, taken from 'No More Stalins, No More Hitlers' on Dead City Radio, is Burroughs at his prophetical best.

"...the rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident. Inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push..."

Folks the message here is simple I think. Death and control need time.  When bombs are continually used as an instrument of death, and War has continously destroyed the Earth, then Ah Pook descends to our planet, thus consuming it with death.  Ah Pook descends into the dark hole (inner eden, inner peace), he begins absorbing the rain waters and begins to sprout life all about his rootlike self, but before life can take root, he kills himself.

"Our death is inevitable because there’s nothing else for us to destroy."

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