altlitgossip
vicemag:

The Tao of Terence: Beyond “Existentialism”
I learned of Terence McKenna (1946-2000) on September 14, 2012, when I was 29 years old. It was the day after I had completed the main final draft of Taipei, my first book to include psychedelics and which ends with a scene in which a character wonders if he has died after eating psilocybin mushrooms. I was in my room, zombielike and depressed after a period of time embodying a “whatever it takes” attitude regarding amphetamine use and completing my book. I had somewhat randomly clicked a YouTube video in which Joe Rogan (whom I was vaguely aware of as the host of Fear Factor, the TV show, a long time ago) was aggressively, excitedly talking about DMT, a neurotransmitter-like, illegal, psychedelic compound found in human (and other animal) brains and in at least ~50 species of plants worldwide. I did not have firsthand experience with DMT at the time, and had only read about it online.
At one point Joe Rogan began referencing someone in a “if you think I sound crazy, listen to this other guy” manner. He was talking about Terence McKenna, a person who would smoke DMT and, after ~15 seconds, without fail, find himself in an “unanticipated dimension” infested with “self-transforming machine elves”—also called “fractal elves,” “self-dribbling jeweled basketballs,” or “little self-transforming tykes”—that spoke English and a kind of visible language while jumping into and out of his body, “running around chirping and singing.” These entities, which McKenna described in a word as “zany,” were maybe either “dead people” in “an ecology of souls,” “human beings from the distant future,” or things with their own hopes, fears, problems that inhabit a parallel universe.
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vicemag:

The Tao of Terence: Beyond “Existentialism”

I learned of Terence McKenna (1946-2000) on September 14, 2012, when I was 29 years old. It was the day after I had completed the main final draft of Taipei, my first book to include psychedelics and which ends with a scene in which a character wonders if he has died after eating psilocybin mushrooms. I was in my room, zombielike and depressed after a period of time embodying a “whatever it takes” attitude regarding amphetamine use and completing my book. I had somewhat randomly clicked a YouTube video in which Joe Rogan (whom I was vaguely aware of as the host of Fear Factor, the TV show, a long time ago) was aggressively, excitedly talking about DMT, a neurotransmitter-like, illegal, psychedelic compound found in human (and other animal) brains and in at least ~50 species of plants worldwide. I did not have firsthand experience with DMT at the time, and had only read about it online.

At one point Joe Rogan began referencing someone in a “if you think I sound crazy, listen to this other guy” manner. He was talking about Terence McKenna, a person who would smoke DMT and, after ~15 seconds, without fail, find himself in an “unanticipated dimension” infested with “self-transforming machine elves”—also called “fractal elves,” “self-dribbling jeweled basketballs,” or “little self-transforming tykes”—that spoke English and a kind of visible language while jumping into and out of his body, “running around chirping and singing.” These entities, which McKenna described in a word as “zany,” were maybe either “dead people” in “an ecology of souls,” “human beings from the distant future,” or things with their own hopes, fears, problems that inhabit a parallel universe.

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beachsloth
altlitgossip:

there’s a great interview on HTMLGIANT with the one and only Beach Sloth:
What is Beach Sloth? Why was this alias created? What is your slothy purpose?
Beach Sloth is my way of interpreting the culture I see created online every single day.
I created Beach Sloth after a series of really strange events began to happen in my life. None of them were bad but I was feeling a little bit too comfortable with the daily routines I was going through. Hence Beach Sloth kind of served as a challenge to me to engage more with the world (and Beach Sloth as a project continues to challenge me with a near-endless stream of work).
My purpose is to support others and have others support each other. If that happens I am happy.
read the interview here

altlitgossip:

there’s a great interview on HTMLGIANT with the one and only Beach Sloth:

What is Beach Sloth? Why was this alias created? What is your slothy purpose?

Beach Sloth is my way of interpreting the culture I see created online every single day.

I created Beach Sloth after a series of really strange events began to happen in my life. None of them were bad but I was feeling a little bit too comfortable with the daily routines I was going through. Hence Beach Sloth kind of served as a challenge to me to engage more with the world (and Beach Sloth as a project continues to challenge me with a near-endless stream of work).

My purpose is to support others and have others support each other. If that happens I am happy.

read the interview here

voicemailpoems

voicemailpoems:

'untitled poem'
by Stephen Michael McDowell

no listen, it’s at, stephen, unedited
one word, the.. you know.. at symbol or sign or whatever
then my name, stephen, with-a-p-h
then, unedited, like, as if.. you know, not.. edited
at stephen unedited.. yeah
so, are you gonna tweet it or
[laughs] no.. that’s fine
i mean, i probably wouldn’t, under most circumstances
but
i don’t feel aversion to you doing, y’know..
no, no.. here, you should, switch this
this.. like, use, think, instead of feel.. here
[scoffs] look do you want me to..
no, i’m not judging you [scoffs], it’s not, like, a big deal
either way
i just..
yeah, i..
i agree
i’m not mad
no
no?
you know.. how.. i feel about.. things like that
yeah
let’s just, not talk about it.. for now
okay, good
i’ll retweet it
no.. from the other account
because [chuckles] it’s like.. 4am right now
ok
you do that
‘night


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Stephen Michael McDowell called us from Hyattsville, MD.
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altcrit
altcrit:


by Stephen Michael McDowell
no ill will or interest in slandering anyone’s work, i consider everyone in this image an ‘influence’ and most if not all are my friends, however this is a petition for my name to be added to the ‘alternative literature’ wikipedia page as a call for ‘affirmative action’ to some degreebecause of /things like this/ i have felt consistently alienated, critically preoccupied goal-wise, and have therefore been unable to produce work that would have, perhaps, seemed otherwise ‘noteworthy’contact me for evidence that i have written things and made significant contributions over time, i am simply demanding to be seen because producing work, being kind, and ‘running the damn show’ seem like ‘not enough’thank you for your time and considerationongoing open facebook group discussion re this

altcrit:

by Stephen Michael McDowell

no ill will or interest in slandering anyone’s work, i consider everyone in this image an ‘influence’ and most if not all are my friends, however this is a petition for my name to be added to the ‘alternative literature’ wikipedia page as a call for ‘affirmative action’ to some degree

because of /things like this/ i have felt consistently alienated, critically preoccupied goal-wise, and have therefore been unable to produce work that would have, perhaps, seemed otherwise ‘noteworthy’

contact me for evidence that i have written things and made significant contributions over time, i am simply demanding to be seen because producing work, being kind, and ‘running the damn show’ seem like ‘not enough’

thank you for your time and consideration

ongoing open facebook group discussion re this

shabbydollhouse

moontempleuniverse:

after work today i could tell it was gonna storm n i sat in the park watching the thunder start to happen. i was listening to music and a guy walked by and said something and i took a headphone out said ‘excuse me’ and he said ‘it’s about to rain’ and i said ‘i know’

an old man sat on a bench on the other park holding a blue umbrella. everyone left as it got stormier but he stayed. brave old man

when it got pretty rainy i ducked into dos toros and got a burrito. the cashier asked if it was to stay or to go and i said ‘to stay’ and he said ‘good idea’

a guy with a very large instrument (cello?) came in after me and was like ‘light showers’

ate half the burrito and went home

it was pouring on the walk from the subway to the apartment and everyone in the subway stop hesitated going out in the rain but i just went for it, figured it wouldn’t stop for a while, got completely soaked. it felt really good. my shoes got soaked through in thirty seconds so i just walked through puddles for fun. lightning everywhere. summer rain is the best thing

i’m dried off now, just finished the other half of the burrito. am so exhausted from working 8 consecutive days but i have the 4th and the 5th off so its all worth it. 

i’ve decided i’m going to start saving cute animal pictures for my desktop and have it rotate through them every 30 minutes or something so every time i look at my desktop there’s a new friend saying hi