01/12/2007 08:11 pm ET | Updated Nov 17, 2011

Literary Loss

Mainstream media have yet to acknowledge the death of Robert Anton
Wilson, prolific futurist author and countercultural icon who passed
away early yesterday (January 11). He had been suffering from
post-polio syndrome. Caregivers read all of his late wife Arlen's
poetry to him at his bedside and e-mailed me that "he was quite cheered
up by the time we left. He definitely needed to die. His body was
turning on him in ways that would not allow him to rest."


On June 19, 2006, Wilson sent this haiku (with one syllable missing)
to his electronic cabal:

Well what do you know?

Another day has passed

and I'm still not not.

We originally became friends in 1959, when his first published article
graced the cover of my magazine, The Realist. It was titled "The
Semantics of God," and he presented this suggestion: "The Believer had
better face himself and ask squarely: Do I literally believe 'God' has
a penis? If the answer is no, then it seems only logical to drop the
ridiculous practice of referring to 'God' as 'he.'" Wilson then began
writing a regular column, "Negative Thinking."

In 1964, I ran another front-cover story by him, "Timothy Leary and His
Psychological H-Bomb," which began: "The future may decide that the two
greatest thinkers of the 20th Century were Albert Einstein, who showed
how to create atomic fission in the physical world, and Timothy Leary,
who showed how to create atomic fission in the psychological world.
The latter discovery may be more important than the former; there are
some reasons for thinking that it was made necessary by the
former....Leary may have shown how our habits of thought can be


Wilson took that process as his own marching orders, altering the
consciousness of countless grateful readers of his 34 books--from Sex,
Drugs & Magick to the Schrodinger's Cat trilogy to Everything Is Under
Control: An Encyclopedia of Conspiracy Theories--all written with the
aid of that good old creative fuel, marijuana. He once told me about
his process: "It's rather obsessive-compulsive, I think. I write the
first draft straight, then rewrite stoned, then rewrite straight again,
then rewrite stoned again, and so on, until I'm absolutely delighted
with every sentence, or irate editors start reminding me about
deadlines--whichever comes first...."