One of the COTW editorial collective has started his own digital garden, titled Schemattic.
Here are some recent example posts from Schemattic:
Imaginary Women #2: Crushed pears
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Psychedelic Collapse
Many aspects of the ongoing Collapse of contemporary civilization can be seen to be psychedelic, in that they do not conform to our perceptual expectations of daily life, and in that they are a revealing of deeper levels of reality than are usually in our consciousness. In this context, I wonder what ingesting psychoactive substances might do to deepen acceptance and understanding of Collapse.
Recently, my wife and I have experimented with psilocybin in the form of so-called magic mushrooms. The last time we took some, we ingested just over one gram each, the highest dose we have yet tried. We were strongly driven by the desire to end my wife’s depression and other psychological dis-ease, which she has been suffering from for several months (actually, years). Conventional anti-depressants / medication are having a limited (although important) effect, and in any case she wants to be free from these, eventually. In times of Collapse, it is also unwise to prolong reliance on any form of medication longer than necessary, considering the instability of global and regional supply chains.
After experiences with lower doses which had affected me but not my wife, we were worried that the effects of psilocybin might be blocked by her medication (venlafaxine, lamotrigine and aripiprazole) but as it turned out, on this highest dose, we both experienced feelings of elation and clarity, there was a lot of laughing (this is the first time in several weeks I had heard my wife laugh for longer than a second), and she was able to reflect with self-deprecating humour on her thought patterns that only hours before had had her deep in depression.
On a protracted and mass scale, what insights into the ‘depression’ of collapsing modern civilization might us humans collectively gain, were the use of pyschedelics to become normalised? Might organic substance-induced psychedelic experiences help us align more usefully with the distortions of Collapse?
My proper social place
Published by Monica Wood
Note: this was submitted anonymously to Ishtar’s Horde. IH are interested in receiving any erotic fantasies from submissive males or genderwild others.
I do not find the shopkeeper attractive. But my wife and I have gotten to know her well. She has offered both of us emotional and practical support, over the years. So at some point, some kind of erotic possibility entered my mind. This is natural. I always fantasize about women I become close to. I am imaginative and in my mind, sexually liberated. Especially since the shopkeeper is single. I struggle to fantasize about women in exclusive sexual relationships with others, as the imagined consent from their others is harder to conjure up than my wife’s consent for anything, since I know my wife so well. And consent is important, even in my fantasies.
I developed a specific fantasy about the shopkeeper. I fantasized that, arranged between my wife and her, I would be required to perform oral sex on her, on a regular schedule (but not too often, or it would interfere with my wife and I’s sex life). Maybe once per fortnight, or something like that. There would be no kissing and there would be no other touching between us, including of my sex by the shopkeeper. Although I would be required to stroke myself to orgasm while licking her, as she would want to see that, to see me coming on the floor like a dog. Of course, I would feel very uncomfortable the first few times, but I would get used to it. This would be part of the journey to establish my proper social place in the village.
Consumer capitalism
Every chocolate has been made and every hat
Most syntheses have formed and fallen flat
The only thing not done: a eulogy
And synthesis of us/ecology
So Big the Sun
Parents left alone eat leaves
peel their dreams
so big the sun
in their throat
there is still a struggle
a count
a weapon
a garland
let`s go
I will tell what I see
*
we open our doors
the tornado is a locomotive
with debris
we want to help children
from the sky
*
it was incredible
in the basement, we could hear the wind
when we got back up
we were outside
*
all the steam
of life
when it disassembles
is fear
facing the deadline
*
can I sit here
on this gnarled trunk
do you have everything you need
you touched my heart
*
the child draws a sentence from the bowl
it is written:
*
“You have to understand humans,
bury them outside under the magnifying glass of the elders
who doze under the tree and push away our bodies
which get whiter and whiter“
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