Psylocybin
Have I spelt that right???
posted by Alp at Sunday, May 21, 2006
21 May 2006
About this
Something unusual was happening in SW Wales when I was a child – subcultures, social experiments, naked hippies dancing around maypoles. I'm researching a PhD project into remembrances of things past - how our sense of the past informs our sense of self. This enquiry presumes that the past is not fixed, rather it is partly constructed through a shared or collective consciousness, which is why I’m inviting you now to share your memories of certain events, moments, and ideas. A childhood in Wales gave a lot of us a unique experience and a lot of the ‘hippy’ kids, I think, have a wonderfully insightful way of perceiving and interacting with the world. But we also have a very different past from many of our peers, and some ‘site specific’ hang-ups! There were some amazingly off-the-wall characters around and some pretty weird shit happened. I’d like to know which bits you remember, in words and photos. Some of this stuff might be sensitive, so if you are posting photos or texts or relevant transcripts or notes or poems or songs (you could scan them or send them to me ‘snail-mail’ – I will be very careful) onto this weblog please be aware of that, and do so with an open mind.Previous Posts
- Nostalgia
- Non-competitive
- NAKED!
- Mud
- Mother earth/back to nature
- Montessori School
- Kahlil Gibran
- Institutions
- Integration
- Home-grown
2 Comments:
psilocybin
When you grow up in the foothills of the preseli mountains its inevitable. 14 year old should never have magic mushroom parties. I attended one such party - all sorts went on: soil eatting, soiling, slowing loosing a sense of self, skinny-dipping, senceless snivelling, and being a bit scared by the consequences of having only inocently muched on some rather scraggy, rubberly and musty smelling wilted nipply fungus. needless to say the house was wreaked, as were the reputations of some of the more extreem revellers - it a cruel world being a teeneager-especiallly when your peergroup have seen you extreemly compromissed! Oh, well at least the parents knew what to do with their tripping kids when they came to pick them up in the small hours of the morning! Some 8 or so years later working in a secondary school in the area and presenting a work shop on drugs, i overheard some kids talking about the perils of magic mushrooms, and reccounting various horror stories of what could happen if you took too many, as they desribed a party they knew of where this had happened, i realised it was one I had been too.
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