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date submitted 15.03.2011
date updated 07.05.2011
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The Mad Artist: Psychonautic Adventures in the 1970s

Roger Keen

A novelistic memoir, detailing four years of psychedelically enhanced life in late ’70s Britain, written within the trip-lit tradition of Huxley's The Doors of Perception.

 

In the 1970s Roger Keen was a young art student, heavily under the influence of the surrealist painters Dali, Ernst and Magritte, the Beat writers Kerouac and Burroughs, and the wisdom of the East—in particular Taoism and Zen Buddhism. Into the mix came LSD, cannabis, magic mushrooms and other drugs, which were seen as enablers in the pursuit of creativity and higher knowledge, fuelling a ‘Quest for the Ultimate' that pushed out the boundaries of experience to extremes.

The book runs to 170,000 words and was published in 2010. It is available as a paperback and on Kindle from worldwide Amazons and other retailers. Further extracts can be read online. Complete info here: http://www.rogerkeen.com/the_mad_artist.htm

The following 12,000 word extract is taken from the start of Part Two, about a fifth of the way into the book, and specifically illustrates the delights and perils of high-dose cannabis use—the euphoria and laughing jags, eventually leading to complex hallucinations; and also short term memory loss, anxiety, paranoia and borderline psychotic states.

Throughout the narration is very subjective, in the moment and non-judgemental about drug use. The reader is left to reach his or her own conclusions on that matter.

 
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BillBooker wrote 792 days ago

Reading these 4 chapters I was transported back to the 70s, different campus, different city, but very similar deeds. It's obvious Roger Keen knows the meaning of never leaving a turn unstoned. My overall impression is that one could take the pages of this book, roll them up and smoke them to great effect... And something more metaphysical later in the narrative is hinted at in the text available here. The 'turd' session is particularly amusing. 'HERE COME THE PATTERNS!'
Bill Booker, Trippers.

Daniel Manning wrote 792 days ago

Kept thinking of a medical journal when the two students became more emershed in a trippy state, after indulging in a bit of their home made cake. The writing is clear, well defined and very entertaining and yet I felt I was also reading the notes in an experiment. For example can one die from laughing to much is exempilified by a sudden bout of laughing, by this stage I was curious myself. Luckily enough the subject didn't die. Also 'The Mad Artist' read like a shopping list of all the illicit substances available on the streets (New York, Paris, London) no Boscombe! One wonders how rowdy it got in those days,with all those retired types also sharing the buzz perhaps, living by the seaside. I enjoyed details of the trip using the pure chemical where the voices were heard. I've been in a similar situation where my demon voices were telling me to jump out of the window ( I lived on the 9th foor) Luckily enough the effects wore off, but it was touch and go for a while, and not nice experience, especially when my wardrobe turned into a mountain lion. ( I nearly did jump at that point)

Comforting to read about all of this in the safety of a book, especially for those who have never experimented with drugs. And comforting if you have experimented but now just want the quiet life, so I can see loads of potential in The Mad Artist.

Backed with pleasure
Daniel Manning
No Compatibility.

Tom Bye wrote 570 days ago

Roger-

book- The mad artist--------------

read the four chapters posted of this mammoth book of yours. To say it has been an experience, is an under-statement; as i read all about the happenings for those who indulge,
it makes for most interesting reading indeed, especially when it make one think of jumping out the ninth floor window.
it is certainly a very detailed account of the happenings back in the 1970s.

there is a market out there for this type of book/ information.
good luck with it. it certainly held my interest as i read through it.

tom bye
book- from hugs to kisses-

MendelE wrote 622 days ago

Thanks for the trip back. Although I was across the pond, it was all the same. Loved the Jungian experiences. Would u mind posting more. I want too see where this is going. Excellent portrayal of insane times when we did anything that had risk, experimentation and adventure, running from our parents, their cultural milks curdling in our mouths. Well done. More please. It all came back to me. A pity it ended so quickly.

leelah wrote 623 days ago

oh...projections...I have never taken drugs, but I know a lot about projections. You write in a style so alive, and I am reminded of all the books I haver read from Ram Dass, Stephen levine and a lot of their contemporaries ( a little older than you and me) - and they all have in common that their " trips" led them to explore reality without needing drugs. For me, that is the only use of drugs of any kind: from delusion to reality.
From your vivid descriptions of drugs, I am so grateful I decided not to go that road - I would have been stuck forever, i think.
What I love most about the past, is that it is over
Leelah saachi,"When fear comes home to Love"

Ultra Violet wrote 666 days ago

You have a bizarre and eloquent narrative voice, treading the cusp of madness without quite crossing over. The hash trip descriptions are superb. Especially like the bits about going around London stoned, watching trains and visiting Kew Gardens, and the later visuals and the way they relate to Zen, the world of maya, spontaneity, non-dualism. The scene with the 70’s album covers split my sides. “Turd Mask Replica”, Oh yes I can see that cover right now! Glad to keep on backing, best of luck, UV.

S.C. Thompson wrote 786 days ago

Good times!
Watch out for that dragonfly, mate, methinks it wants to have words with you. Mushrooms in the fridge, how did that Cadillac get in there? Did you see the colors of the music? Tell me this: When did you leave? Or haven't you eaten the cake?
Pure sillyness. In a good way. In a filled with a child-like sense of wonder way. We all need more of it. We take life so seriously, and that can't be good . . .

Too many times the non-linear calls and we ignore its charms. Happily, you have found the way to the secret garden where the caterpillar puffs his hookah, asking, "Who . . . are YOU?"
Thank you for opening the gate so that we can get a glimpse of that honeyed estate of grace.
All too often altered states and the compounds that reveal them are cast in negativity, with heavy retribution and squandered lives the accepted wisdom on the outcome of their use. You dispel that myth with your cogent recollections of expanded awareness; demonstrating the positive, sometimes silly, ever fascinating, oft-times soul liberating and empathy inducing effects of these useful and liberating substances. It's a viewpoint and experience that needs to be shared, so that all who get "high" are not viewed as social derelicts unable to cope with the hard realities of life as we have come to know it.

Dog Food Taco Truck wrote 790 days ago

Hi Roger,

This is really good. Almost reads like you are stoned, with different thoughts and ideas popping in saying hello and then popping out again. It makes the prose very readable and I flew thru the four chapters. I laughed when you described Zak as a 'finger one step removed' its an enjoyably absurd thought .

best of luck and backed

Jasper

Daniel Manning wrote 792 days ago

Kept thinking of a medical journal when the two students became more emershed in a trippy state, after indulging in a bit of their home made cake. The writing is clear, well defined and very entertaining and yet I felt I was also reading the notes in an experiment. For example can one die from laughing to much is exempilified by a sudden bout of laughing, by this stage I was curious myself. Luckily enough the subject didn't die. Also 'The Mad Artist' read like a shopping list of all the illicit substances available on the streets (New York, Paris, London) no Boscombe! One wonders how rowdy it got in those days,with all those retired types also sharing the buzz perhaps, living by the seaside. I enjoyed details of the trip using the pure chemical where the voices were heard. I've been in a similar situation where my demon voices were telling me to jump out of the window ( I lived on the 9th foor) Luckily enough the effects wore off, but it was touch and go for a while, and not nice experience, especially when my wardrobe turned into a mountain lion. ( I nearly did jump at that point)

Comforting to read about all of this in the safety of a book, especially for those who have never experimented with drugs. And comforting if you have experimented but now just want the quiet life, so I can see loads of potential in The Mad Artist.

Backed with pleasure
Daniel Manning
No Compatibility.

BillBooker wrote 792 days ago

Reading these 4 chapters I was transported back to the 70s, different campus, different city, but very similar deeds. It's obvious Roger Keen knows the meaning of never leaving a turn unstoned. My overall impression is that one could take the pages of this book, roll them up and smoke them to great effect... And something more metaphysical later in the narrative is hinted at in the text available here. The 'turd' session is particularly amusing. 'HERE COME THE PATTERNS!'
Bill Booker, Trippers.

Ember Rose wrote 798 days ago

Oh wow...
that first chapter is extemely intense. Your dialogue is...frightening, and exciting. So amusing, and says so much yet so little in the very beginning. Your first chapter draws your reader in, without giving away too much information. All in all, I love this.
Backed with pleasure.
God bless,
E.R

blueboy wrote 799 days ago

flow is off a bit but you have a strong voice and good story telling ability. will back this. goodluck with your manuscript.


blueboy

a cat called mouse wrote 799 days ago

Roger, where do I start?
Well, I guess by thanking you for you kind critique of Elephants and Enfields. I have read the first chapter of The Mad Artist and I am already hooked and have you on my watchlist. We appear to have quite a lot in common ... I lived in Poole and worked in Bournemouth for many years before moving to Cornwall. Thus Plymouth and Dorset references are that much more meaningful. Your recollections of 'oil' are evokative too...a way different kind of hit and one that is long overdue. I'm certain that I have spent time in the 'Gander' whilst, how shall I say, less than in complete control over my faculties! I have difficulty in finding work that I consider readable, but this is eminently so and I shall finish absorbing your book as soon as time permits ( hopefully the weekend ). Watch this space for a more comprehensive though not necessarily qualified, review. Best regards, Eve.

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