Back in June, when the 20th anniversary of my high school graduation hit, I found myself thinking, “wow, what an insignificant milestone that I barely think about at all anymore.” After spending exactly no time contemplating that period of my life in zero detail, it hit me. Oh wait, I took mushrooms for the first time not too long after. Now THAT was something worthy of extensive and existential contemplation. Yep, it was at some point in the fall of 2015, and I’m not sure when precisely (wish I’d written it down), that I first blasted my headspace into the exotic realms of the trans-dimensional art gods, forever changing my relationship with, well, everything. And the funny thing is I knew it too, pretty much immediately. Strangely enough, the first thing that occurred to me when I realized I’d been experimenting with psychedelics continually for the past 20 years was, god, isn’t it a bit screwy that Timothy Leary didn’t get hip to this stuff until he was like 40?… Read the rest
Tag Archives | Magick
THIS ARTICLE MAY BE NSFW.
The NYPD was called to assist with an unruly situation Thursday night at an opening reception of sexually provocative occult artworks at the infamous Stephen Romano Gallery in Brooklyn, NY.
The exhibition entitled “Magica Sexualis” features artworks in various media by international artists, living and dead, including Barry William Hale, Nyahzul, William Mortensen, Steven Bradshaw, Ellen Stagg, Jel Ena, Matthew Dutton, Colin Christian, Steven Baines, Lizz Lopez, Michaelanthony Mandrake and many others.
There was a warning sign on the door which read:
THIS EXHIBITION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT
ENTER AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
The reception was also attended by notable celebrities in the occult world, including the high priest of the Church of Satan with several followers, as well as a former Australian super model (who has nude photographs in the exhibit), several prominent celebrities who work in the adult entertainment industry, and many other artists whose subject matter is derived from the dark side.… Read the rest
Your driver spent the week working on a treat, getting San Francisco TAXI: Life in the Merge Lane… (Book 2) out the door. (See cool promo vid at end of this blog!) Thus, please indulge as we ride along with a Halloween scare of yore…
I call-in to Citizen’s to let whomever know I’m coming in. I’m on the schedule today, but with no assigned medallion.
Bryce answers the driver’s line and sounds frazzled. I write it off to the busy time of the morning – getting day drivers out on the road while at the same time processing incoming night drivers’ keys, medallions, and gate money, etc.
So, Bryce tells me I “can sleep-in and have a cab later… or come in now and screw someone”.
Only half-awake I return all groggy,
“Wait. What are my options?”
I did Halloween with the kids last night and I really need the sleep.… Read the rest
Jim Vorel via Paste Magazine:
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From the living dead to the walking dead to the typing dead, zombies have completely and utterly suffused 21st century culture. And that’s a pretty weird phenomena, when you think about it.
It’s not like this was always the case. Go back to the ’80s, and to wax poetic about George Romero-esque zombie films would have been the hallmark of a nerdy, acne-ridden high school student in a John Hughes movie. The idea that a TV show like The Walking Dead could be one-upping Sunday Night football in TV ratings? That would seem patently impossible.
Yes, zombies have come a long way, as has our appreciation for them. We live in a society that has become profoundly geekier in the last 15 years, and adopted the once secretive and insular totems of geek culture as its own. But it’s not just us who has evolved, it’s the zombies themselves—the creatures, their films and the people who made them.
Martin Wittfooth’s Offering
In Wittfooth’s allegorical narratives, animals roam a dystopian world void of human life with the remnants of industrialized society in a state of devastation. Fires rage and oceans surge but despite the destruction, his creatures radiate and evoke a sentiment of oneness. Where they exist life flourishes and the animals in this sense are the life-givers.
The works in Offering explore the theme of shamanism and its current revitalization around the world. Wittfooth delves into the notion that the rediscovery of shamanistic practices, such as reaching an altered state of consciousness, is peeling away our egos and materialistic obsessions and encouraging a connection with nature and to each other.
The artist explains, “The great challenges of our time primarily stem from the repression, predetermined delineation of consciousness and the myriad of other ways by which our materialistic culture has lost its connection with the natural world…The reemergence of shamanism appears to be having a great impact on consciousness around the globe by severing individuals’ attachments to the ego-driven, ideology-based, monotheistic modality that has shaped so much of the human enterprise over the past millennia.… Read the rest
It’s 11:30am on Thursday and I’m cruising the Haight for flags, $24 into the green…
I’ve been good about not drinking or abusing nighttime cough syrup over the last week to get to sleep at night. This is due to a jaunt to go see my mom “back east” in D.C., to get help finishing up Book 2 – San Francisco TAXI: Life in the Merge Lane… (Stay tuned y’all!) Anyway, Ma and my older brother gave me crap about my belly while I was there; which is, um, “respectably pronounced”. Aside from my sedentary vocation, this is due in good measure to drinking at night. And the subsequent tipsy feast just prior to bed. Needless to say, my family’s brand of Jewish/Irish-Catholic guilt is VERY potent! Hence, the abstinence.
So, I was clearing out my Facebook notifications last night and smoking a bowl before going down. As I was perusing the San Francisco Taxi Drivers Group, I came across a report from Barry Korengold, one of the leaders of the SFTWA – the pseudo San Francisco taxi drivers union.… Read the rest
Jel Ena “Sanctum Infernum”
October 29 – December 15
Stephen Romano Gallery, Brooklyn NY
Jel Ena: Through the Gates of Anhedonia by Decadence Darling
Death is an unknown pleasure. Pleasure is not the addition of something we are without, it is the realization of something that is within. It is through “death” that we awaken this inherent pleasure. When we seek pleasure, small or large, we examine ourselves accordingly. We take inventory, observe patterns, evaluate and assess strengths and weaknesses. Through all of this we judge ourselves. We determine how much of this information we accept or reject. In other words, seeking pleasure is a process of positive acceptance and negative rejection. But what if those things we are adverse to are a part of who we truly are? To dispose of them would make us incomplete. Perhaps in this pursuit of Self we deny our fullness and the thing we wished we were is an empty object full of pain.… Read the rest
Actual Photo of Dave Wyndorf’s Attic
It’s not everyday you get to interview one of your heroes, let alone at complete random. So, the backstory to this interview goes like this: I somehow got on a metal PR distribution list because of something I wrote years ago. I don’t even remember what I wrote that got me on this list in the first place…at all. Being not much of a straight up metal guy, I occasionally download an album or 2 and am typically like, ummm, no. I get roughly 5 of these messages a week and this has been going on for years now. I had thus far responded to exactly none of these requests. As a matter of fact, I haven’t even done a musician interview since 2013. Then all of a sudden there it was in my inbox. Hey, do you want to interview Dave Wyndorf of Monster Magnet?… Read the rest
I’m cruising east up Market, away from downtown. It’s just me and Citizen’s Cab #137 fishing for fares, as we cross the brink into the Loin…
There’s a dude flagging me up at the corner of 7th, at a red.
Olive skinned with broad shoulders, in his mid 30s, my potential fare is semi-buff and sports an expensive black leather motorcycle jacket unzipped over a Hawaiian print shirt unbuttoned low enough to boast two highly-toned pectorals. Dude’s neck is ringed by a white coral choker framed by semi-greasy dark, wavy shoulder length locks that are pinned back from his face by a pair of wrap-around sunglasses sitting perched atop his head. He is semi-good looking, despite the badly faded navy blue shorts and worn white tennis shoes.
I pull over.
But before entering my taxi, my passenger bends humbly into my shotgun window to verify that I am actually agreeing to pick him up.… Read the rest