Inspired by 10 days of solitude spent listening to William Burroughs recordings, paging through his books, and ingesting LSD.
Circle ..... Word
in the beginning lie the echoes of the world before, reverberating through space. a long slow shudder through this night of time. fragments appear on the dustbanks of nothing, at first as shadows, and then gaining in substance and name. these kairos reflecting its separated self, photon charades in this game of naming. and surface of vacuity into our dream of division; this tired taste of heavy numbers and sweet ideas. should this become, should this be coming, out through the word, then wavefront flight of energy’s dance flames forth the way into the dark realms of complexity within the unity of knowingless nothing. the people around me light up into a spinning cube of rhythmic sentence, the word is…
the ........ ............. ................................ ... . . .. ... . WORD. ..............is..... ........ ... ..
is the word.......... to set this world on fire, by virtue of its portent for reaction? this word is set on fire by virtue of the world, in this portent of reaction. and in its glow we spit shapes and colours from our mouths into the gentle soil of nature’s last addiction. this word becomes world, swallows all into the shapes of becoming, and we are free, to speak a word, and free indeed to tell the truth but whats to tell when all syllables are equal, and all vowels adjoined, in this bittersweet glossolalia of the senses, in chemical communion with the light reflected off the twin pillars of nothing and no thing in this ravage of mind in the shadow of the senseless senseworld of this and that and up and down, in this circle. without a centre. in the beginning, the world shakes, and the word is spoken.......... this circle has no centre.
Re:Circle ........ Word
« Reply #2 on: 2003-08-05 12:41:39 »
Greetings David,
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That sounds pretty intense. Did you become a new person in those 10 days?
What a wonderful question
Initially my intention was to design a ritual around a single LSD session, with the intent of identifying, disrupting, and replacing those behavioural and thought patterns that give rise to apathy and jealousy (particularly the former) in me. But, as a result of Varicella (Chicken Pox), I found myself with 2 weeks of solitude (living on my own as a relative newcomer to a foreign country) and so decided on working my ritual around 10 days rather than 2.
Anyway, to answer your question, as a result of the session I now have to imagine what it feels like to be jealous, and on those exceptionally rare occasions when I do not have to rely on imagination, I can remain safely detached from the emotion and maintain clarity of thought. As for the apathy, although the improvement is distinct there have been follow-up sessions, and I still find myself battling the ‘finer details.’
And to clarify – due to the factor of tolerance, LSD was only ingested on the first and seventh day. This particular experiment occurred 3.5 years ago.
i know this site isn't focussed on drug whatnotall, but here goes:
LSD is a wonderful tool, yes, but i have to make the suggestion of mescaline cacti for combating the particulars of apathy.
i have never found a more sobering psychadelic in my entire life, nor did i ever think (before using it) that reality's nature, and my mind's, would be easier to understand while under the influence of a mind altering substance.
for info, check out erowid.org. the details i feel uncomfortable spelling out here are done justice to there.
what's coming through is alive, what's holding up is a mirror... totally void of hate, and killing me just the same... coming over like a storm again now considerately.
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