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October 17, 2005
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  1. October 17, 2005 at 12:18 pm

    Lovely drawing, humorous yet thought provoking.

  2. October 17, 2005 at 4:23 pm

    Oh, dear. I identify far too strongly :->

    Great drawing!

  3. October 17, 2005 at 7:50 pm

    I love this! I love the neck, that reminds me of some necks I know (and love). I love the skin of the cap that reminds me of some skins I know. Of course, I love the pun. And I love the myriad metaphoric possibilities that I keep ruminating over… hanging out too long in the dark, sudden growth, sending out fertile spores, deadly poisonous, looking different from others… My thanks to Anonymous.

  4. October 17, 2005 at 8:35 pm

    Anonymous mushroom, anonymous artist…I love the freedom and the mystery, the suppression of ego.

  5. October 18, 2005 at 7:12 am

    Mmm, fly agaric – producer of ecstatic visions and psychotic rages.

    “The active ingredient is excreted in the urine of those consuming the mushrooms, and it has sometimes been the practice for a shaman to consume the mushrooms, and the rest of the tribe to drink his urine: the shaman, in effect, partially detoxifying the drug (the sweat- and twitch-causing muscarine is absent in the urine). If a fly agaric is eaten, it is usually not fresh, but in its sun-dried form, where the hallucinogenic chemicals are more concentrated (ibotenic acid converted to the more stable and far less poisonous muscimol).

    “It has been suggested that the berserkers took the fly agaric before battle.”

  6. October 18, 2005 at 10:23 am


    Somebody else getting too wet out there? Sometimes, some dark days, the brain definitely feels more fungal than electric.

  7. October 18, 2005 at 6:08 pm

    I hope people will go back and read Leslee’s poem “Deliquesce” again, if, like me, they missed the connection the first time around…

  8. October 19, 2005 at 11:29 am

    I found the connection obvious, being especially fond of that part of Leslee’s poem, and had assumed that was part of why you had chosen this particular image for publication at this particular time.

    The very most fun thing about art, written or visual, or even editorial, is that you can mean something very specific and yet those who receive the art may or may not get what you meant and will almost always, instead or in addition, see something else.

    Sometimes we receive art very personally. Sometimes we create art very personally, then send it out in the world where it makes personal connections with others for entirely different reasons. As the young say now, meaning something entirely different from what my young set used to mean, “It’s all good.”

  9. October 20, 2005 at 4:00 pm

    We didn’t choose it as much as it just appeared — as an anonymous submission inspired by Leslee’s poem. Which is pretty cool, and one of the things we hope will keep happening here.

  10. October 21, 2005 at 8:55 am

    I’ve been meaning to comment… Wonderful drawing, very funny, and I wasn’t sure if Deliquesce had anything to do with it but I’m thrilled to read here that it did indeed spawn this hallucinogenic delight. (I also thought it must be a fellow Northeasterner turning fungal in the deluge we were living through.) Thanks, Anonymous!

  11. Floralegia
    October 24, 2005 at 7:04 am


    Rain, and then
    the cool pursed
    lips of the wind
    draw them
    out of the ground–
    red and yellow skulls
    pummeling upward
    through leaves,
    through grasses,
    through sand; astonishing
    in their suddenness,
    their quietude,
    their wetness, they appear
    on fall mornings, some
    balancing in the earth
    on one hoof
    packed with poison,
    others billowing
    chunkily, and delicious–
    those who know
    walk out to gather, choosing
    the benign from flocks
    of glitterers, sorcerers,
    panther caps,
    shark-white death angels
    in teir torn veils
    looking innocent as sugar
    but full of paralysis:
    to eat is to stagger down
    fast as mushrooms themselves
    when they are done being perfect
    and overnight
    slide back under the shining
    fields of rain.

    – Mary Oliver (*American Primitive*)

  12. the sylph
    October 26, 2005 at 1:06 pm

    smooth bald cap, spores invisible to the naked eye, dissemination, idea spawn, a single button, press for service

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