Cemetery Gates / Armchair

Cemetery Gates A dreaded sunny dayso I meet you at the cemetry gates.Bilderdijk and Beets are on your side. A dreaded sunny dayso I meet you at the cemetry gates.Bilderdijk and Beets are on your side,while Herman Gorter is on mine. So we go inside and we gravely read the stonesall those people, all those…

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Poetry / Half-human

Poetry The mouth is a cynical sensebecause it has to eat. Other sensesdon’t grind it, but the mouthbecame breadwinner. Miles of intestines ending in the lure of lipswith which the mouth recountsfood and words to the cliffs of teeth. The eye is always on holiday.The nose only snobbing windand coquetry. And the ear, ah, useless…

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Marianne en Johan Niklasson about the NOW mushroom

Nice discussion about the ever-picking up amanita movement that will change humanity, When I first used this mushroom I felt it is the most important tool to transform humanity back into what it was supposed to be. Beautiful beings that are celebrating life all the time, instead of people hoodwinked by dystopia into dimmed beings.…

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Rooster / Distance

Rooster In his black eyes flickerthe chip towns of the future. At night the reign of terror swingsthrough the grab bag of the run,a quizmaster without prizeswith always the right answer: Kukeleku. The world perishes.The world is going down. Kukeleku. * Distance What they can make of that, these days.World cities are built from distance,relationships…

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Amanita as a stimulant

It is almost impossible to imagine modern life without stimulants. Coffee, for instance, is one such stimulant – hardly anyone asks why you need a drug to feel awake, when that very question seems to me to be a rather essential one. I answer that question elsewhere, but there are types of people in our…

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Father / No Dummy

Father Hanging on the jukebox of time,his crest creaking with ultimate crestiness. His sallow leather jacket just not wideenough for his eternal youth.His eyes bombers. The apocalypse itselfshyly asking him for pocket money. * No dummy Rather the fjords of a real facethan such an outstretched future face. Something you can still descend into,with a…

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Interview with Laughing Dragon

Hey wait a minute.. I remember that fellow! I did an interview with him for my new books, he was still hovering around in South America at the time. He told me he wont do any sort of trips anymore without Amanita Muscaria, since the mushroom offers spiritual protection without which heavy trippingis more dangerous.…

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Snow / Banishment

Snow The world is frostedinto paper darkness. * Banishment How beautiful was your namewhen we no longer knew what to make of it.You disappeared into the mass of your rebellious bodyLike the chiselled, a long lostweight upon itself, sunlight. How lithelylight probes itself. You are the yield of a flower.The enumerated light of your name.…

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Recapitulation / Bee

RECAPITULATION An air of long summer twilights.Nancy soft and dreamy as a G. Nancy with fence.Nancy without fence.Nancy. Caught in the uproar of long kites,singular enough for a childhood. And the snowberriesstill hulking in their rosy blush,between groin bust and clipped almonds. Nancy swimbed of marzipan.Nancy with fence.Nancy without fence.Nancy. * Bee She would have…

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Stars / Treasure Map

Stars If everyone is a starbrown dwarfs are in the majority.And they hardly give out light. White dwarfsare even worse,brightly lit canteens. What beautiful gardens we would haveif there were only red giants. Consider also how thiswould be a beautiful love poemif your little green stardissolved in my glass. * Treasure Map Marx says history…

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How God Smells / Silencer

HOW GOD SMELLS His armpits smell like fresh bread.His foot palms like horse seed from the best family.His collar smells like potatoes and his underpantslike instant coffee. His money smells like clouds, his dreams like solipsistic board meetings.His angels smell like petrol. His wrathsmells like soap and so do his prophets and seers.His toothpaste smells…

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De demonische commode

Twintig jaar lang lunchte hij de sterren van de hemel, onder de goedkeurende blik van Wilma de Rek, de chef boeken die later ook de krant verrijkte met boekenexpert Matthijs van de Nieuwkerk als alleenheerser over de letteren. Want de oudere broer van Adam Curry was geknipt om de schevepetjesbrigade van de moderne literatuur nog…

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