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The Big & Dandy Psychedelic Art/Poetry Thread

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Drew this from 4am-7am Sunday morning...

....while tripping really hard. Pen on good ole printer paper. I made a bunch of photocopies so as to have several people I know color them- so there will be be multiple versions of it. Nothing is more fun than doing something creative while tripping. The three hours I spent doing it were amongst the most reflective/contemplative i've ever had.

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Inhale & Observe

My vision glitches as I enter. Glistens like a summer's winter; somewhere between hot and cold, someplace near to young and old. I can never put my finger on this simple, little perfect feeling. Seems alot like medicine and feels like a prescription; healing. "But I'm not dumb, and I know better", told her in a written letter. Truly, I know nothing more. At best I'm just a filthy whore, inclined to bring you to your knees. If I turn back, then give them fleas. Or miracles of other kinds; a new disguise of different form. A dead messiah, never born. My favorite jewel, but never worn.

If I'm not steadily sinking, please pull me under. Take my hand and pull me down, 'cause I've been dead for years. A bullet staring me right back from its business end. Were you the one that pulled the trigger?

7 minutes dead. Cut off my oxygen supply.




The Black Shadow People

I know the Black Shadow People
I know the black, shallow heart
I am the idiot supreme
I call the legions as they are

In this narcotic haze
I'll live half-dead for days
If living in this shade's the only way that I can stay

With reason I found what's real
When being blind is the only way I heal
Lavished with jewelry
The rabid appealed to reveal all their broken wheels

Still lost here
Still nothing sane
Still running
Still taking names
Still wreckless and broken and spoken for
The drugs: They own me now

Abandoned with needles in my arms
I thought this wasn't meant to harm
But just to help me through my pain
Has covered all my face in shame

Not sorry for the cost
As I'm the one who's lost
Don't tell me how you feel
Or say you understand
This is my Achille's heel
This is my divided land

I know the Black Shadow People
They know my black, shallow heart
They haunt me every thought I think
In this sea of sadness I am left to sink

And in this glass cascade
I'll live half-dead for days
Your breath is nothing new
But still it turns me blue
So in this trashed parade
I walk the march of flames
Because the water's gone
Now I'm nothing but a pawn

My weapon is will with default denied
It buries me still with insects of lime
My weapon is real to keep me alive
If only I'd die with the insects
...with the insects...
...with the insects...
 
TheTwilight, those are amazing! I wish I could hear the music with it. I was getting chills just reading the words, though. Poetic.

Dial-up? You poor bastard! Someone get this man some high-speed Internet!

...So he can upload his music...
 
^^^

Man, I really appreciate it. I wrote "Jungle Out Here" on like 20-25 hits of 'cid in less than 24 hours. I doubt if I'll ever do that again, but it was a fucking experience!

The other two I wrote when I was homeless in Houston, in rehab - I spent about 6 months of '06 in rehab or on the streets. It fucking sucked. I was recovering from 5 years of Klonopin and Xanax addiction (which was no joke, I was taking about 50-80mg of alprazolam or clonazepam mixed however per day). My family had given up, and meth & oxycontin pretty much ruined my life. I've had a home now for about 1 1/2 months and I tell you, it's awesome. I've always taken advantage of everything I was given in life, but now it actually means something. I have some dead friends, I have some in prison I'll never see again. Been through alot for a 22 year old, but the fact is, I can always learn more. I want to learn more. I hope to be a student for the rest of my life. I hope to continue writing and recording music, as that is my true passion in life. I try my best to have as much true fun with my friends now as I can and take advantage of each and every second I have with them, as I am no longer selfish, and I consider myself lucky to still have my best friend.

If I can find a way to get a song on here, I will. But I don't know where I would put the file...any suggestions? I mean, it would take me a few hours to upload just one song in MP3 format, but I'll do it if I can find a place to put it. Once again, thank you for the compliments. I'll see what else I've got, and put some more on here tomorrow.
 
^^ Yahoo free accounts have web storage space that you can store files on. You might not be able to store too many songs, but Yahoo tends to provide a lot of free storage space, and you could link to them once they're uploaded. Just a thought. It's intended for web pages but you can upload any files you want and link to them directly.
 
^^^

Sweet. I already have a mailing address at Yahoo. I'll see what I can do. Hopefully I can put something on tonight. I just can't do it during the day because I'll tie up my phoneline. Grr...

BTW...thanks for making this thread, it's bad-ass as hell. Great idea.
 
The Twilight, you could also try myspace. They have a music section. I actually found Catfish Rivers (the one and only from Erowid fame) on myspace music and he has some pretty good music up. AND, I also liked your poems and would love to hear your tunes.

I was trying to think of a simple thought experiment that would exemplify how language affects perception, and this is the best I could muster. Note the titles-

Chlorophyll
Touch me with your smile
Banish my denial
And now I sleep
And now I dream
Touch me all the while

If we change the title, the perception changes-

Chloroform
Touch me with your smile
Banish my denial
And now I sleep
And now I dream
Touch me all the while

Please, if someone can think of a bettter example...
 
^^That is odd how it colors the perceptions. I wonder how reading poetry under the influence of a psychedelic would work out. Hmm ... someday I'll have to try.
 
Poetry under the influence of psychedelics is fucking badass. I highly recommend it.

BreakingSet - Thank you for the advice, and the complements. I totally love your drawings and paintings. Very detailed, I could easily get lost in them for an eternity. I try to paint as detailed pictures with my music. I have tried myspace music, but they won't let me use my email address, because I already used it once for my regular myspace page. Hmm...and that's interesting with the language thing...let me see what I can dig up of my own, I've changed one word in some of my older shit and it changed the meaning of the poem entirely. If I can find the ORIGINAL originals, then I'll have something...
 
Just a suggestion: to provide for maximal cooperation between the different forums on BL, maybe it would be better for people to post their poetry in Words, and then link to it in this thread? That way a wider swath of BL would look at it.
 
I enjoyed reading your words, Twilight!


a couple new things:

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Just got this printed @ 2x6 feet. It's on my door now.


not really psychedelic, but definitely drug-induced-
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After his gradual fall from fame in the late 1970's, Pepé Le Pew radically altered his lifestyle, and, unbeknownst to many, was a major figure in the early eighties punk renaissance.


also-
I have access to giant, oversize printing, up to 2 feet wide by 6 feet long. I can print for free, and am willing to print out stuff and mail it to ya so long as you pay for the shipping. I have quite a few pieces which can be printed super-big. Just drop me a PM.
 
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Man, some freakin' stellar art on this thread that's for sure. Psychedelicious, I could trip out on that thing for hours... haha.

Also thanks for the compliment Xorkoth.

I had a freakin' insane evening/night/morning with me and my girlfriend and a really cool guy and was tripping my ass off. They fell asleep and I was still too nuts to even begin to go to sleep (still haven't gotten a wink in yet) so I just started doodling while sitting on the toilet...

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edit: that's supposed to be me on the bottom left there
 
Nice stuff kidspatula, I love your ballpoint drawing on page 4 also. Pen and ink line drawings have incredible energy in their lines.

And psychedelicious, what programs do you use to do digital stuff like that?
 
These were done with photoshop 4 (came free with my scanner) and I have no idea what I'm actually doing, as far as using the software.

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^BreakingSet that second pic is very "Miyazaki".

2C-E has this inimitable poetic charm for me; I don’t usually write poetry but during or after 2C-E I just can’t resist it. I wrote this in the light of its morning-after glow upon seeing this thread again:

Plowing down to the fertile clays
Through tattered knots, brambles, and fray:
Let the sunlight be my guide light
Through my growing mind-like-maize.
It burns every kernel of truth
And when it’s through I reap the haze.
 
kidspatula - THANKS! That's the idea ;)

BreakingSet - I use photoshop and illustrator primarily. Illustrator is another adobe program. Most of my digital work is based on pen and paper drawings. I'm really fond of vectors, and often go over my drawings in PS or Illustrator to add vibrant colors and stuff.

psood0nym, that is an awesome poem. That's for sharing!
 
psood0nym said:
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Plowing down to the fertile clays
Through tattered knots, brambles, and fray:
Let the sunlight be my guide light
Through my growing mind-like-maize.
It burns every kernel of truth
And when it’s through I reap the haze.
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That is very beautiful, very inspiring, poingnant.
 
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