Seemingly nonsensical on the surface and it is easy to dismiss this as a bit of hippie beat rubbish but hold your horses right there buster.
After reading all 99 tantras, I now add Ghost Tantras to the triumvirate of great 'ear poetry' works along with Finnegans Wake and Kerouac's Old Angel Midnight (as well as Kerouac's poem to the ocean in Big Sur.)
What do all of these works have in common?
They are all types of what Allen Ginsberg would call 'ear poetry' and that is why most people don't get them or dismiss them with a shrug. Most poetry, including my own, is lyrical.
It takes a lot of guts to write this kind of non-lyrical auditory poetry stuff. But in the works of Kerouac, McClure (to some extent, although he is also a very lyrical poet) and Philip Whalen, that's the whole shot!
In Finnegans Wake, Joyce tried to capture that intangible evasive 'dream language' which usually evaporates upon wakening. Kerouac in Old Angel Midnight tried to capture the sounds streaming through his 'twandow' in the Mill Valley cabin of Snyder's where he was staying in 1956 (twandow = twilight + window).
McClure in Ghost Tantras is trying to capture an internal music that moves not only in our muscles, veins and sinews but echoes through us genetically as animals or more specifically mammals, who are trying to forget or leave behind the 'animal' classification and push himself above it.
Now McClure mixes normal modern-day English with his beast language throughout Ghost Tantras, sometimes to great effect, sometimes he goes too far, and the impression I got from this, I might be wrong, is that he captured the dawn of consciousness of homo sapiens and the birth of human language in a condensed fast-forwarded version. That's my initial impressions of Ghost Tantras after putting it down. And also...a word to the wise - read it out aloud! Don't focus on or look for meaning just listen to the sounds. Remember it's not lyrical poetry. Some parts sound really nice and I really found it intriguing how a beast language which mostly made no sense to me in a semantic sense made complete sense on an emotive level. I guess it's just like Allen Ginsberg said about sections of Mexico City Blues and Old Angel Midnight - "it makes perfect sense on some telepathic level".
Not my favorite book of McClure's but definitely worth a read if you are looking for something different. Just remember - don't go looking for meaning. Approach this book as you would any weird modern-day far out band. Keep your ears and mind open.
Another unfair and inaccurate criticism levelled at this book is that it is written using a random invented language. Invented definitely but it is far from random. In fact McClure is very consistent in his use of words, to the point where my half-autistic cousin-in-law twice-removed could probably decode it.
Mankind IS a beast like all the other divers fauna strewn over this Earth. I sometimes feel McClure wrote these tantras to remind us of this simple fact and celebrate in it.