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[tectak]

I'd be really impressed if you did get it, considering I haven't posted that poem here yet. But are you really a mycologist? That is wicked, I would love to go into mycology, but it's incredibly difficult to find a university which actually has courses that touch upon it. Where did you study? I was contemplating doing a bio-science degree in plants because you can do modules on fungus, because I can't find any specialist courses in the Uk. I would study abroad though. Anyway, asides from that, the poem is about tripping on mushrooms, so it's just a word mash of myco and cosmos done purely for my own amusement.

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I didn't really find anything to "get" because, as you pointed out, I have not read the poem.....but please don't send me it as I have read more than my share of great poetry written (not read) whilst "tripping" (how very retro) on everything from Amanita muscaria pedicle in milk to Psilocybin semilanceata on rye bread.
I am a "field" mycologist. We do the groundwork. Foraying and recording finds after painstaking identification. Mycology is a neglected field. You would find it very difficult to enrol on a course in the UK (or anywhere else for that matter) but to become a competant field mycologist you need to get out there with others of a similar leaning, buy the books, invest in a good microscope and be prepared to to fail more often than you succeed and to be wrong more often than you are right.....oh, and start when you are at the most ten. With a few years off for puberty you should still be able to get in enough hours between "tripping", shagging, writing and earning a living.
After several decades you will be able to pigeon-hole your life in such a way that everything you do gives a modicom of pleasure. Later, I can confirm, mycology and writing become favoured, though I hope I am never amused by combining mycology and cosmos in a semantic fashion. If that should happen I would go back to hang-gliding!
Move this thread to Discussion if you choose to continue the discourse.
Best,
tectak
PS We are Vice County 66 and records are on CATE2. Just google.

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@Billy

Well, crack doesn't really involve veins splitting. Asides from being very thin and ill-looking, you wouldn't really be able to spot a crack addict in a crowd. And lots of homeless people look thin and ill so that isn't really a great one to go on. Really, the physical body abuse of drug use is a moot point. You could argue it is no different to people drinking alcohol or smoking tobacco (both of which are physically more harmful then most illegal drugs) - the reason crack is such a negative drug is because of the psychological effects, which my poem does dip into a little bit.

crack is also injected by many, they dissolve it in lemon or vinigar before jacking up but when i said their veins split i meant it metaphorically, their blood pumps round them so fast their hearts feels like kettle drums specially on that first hit before it subsides into the haze. crack is stimulant and as such has certain effects on the body. as for spotting a crack head...you're wrong i'd spot one in an instant. i lived with the shit and all that goes with it. a crack addict is not like someone who drinks. maybe a little like an alcoholic but not much, both side effects are not the same. both euphoria is not the same. the tobacco analogy is also wrong, any smoke going into the lungs eventually kills you smoking is a lot safer than being an habitual crack head. the funny thing is, it's easier to stop using crack or coke in any form without the withdrawral symptoms you'd get for a drug like heroin.

there are societal effects as well as physical and psychological ones. i had two massive heart attacks from using too much coke, not crack mind you which is a more powerful form of coke. so have many others. the poem touched on a minutia of the crack problems relating to crackheads and the product. it never mentioned a most obvious side effect; paranoia, it had no mention of coke mite. (imaginary bugs that infest the body) it never really spoke about the core value of the subject. what it looked like how it was used and abused, how it made a person cry while they waited it for it to rock up. the sense of euphoria the binges without food or sleep. the arguments with others and a failed sense of reality. the poem had none of these things.

A moot reality check fom billy. All well said but perhaps better on Discussion Boards?
Best,
tectak