Travels with My Cactus

Posted on by Frank Brinkley

One May morning in 1952, Aldous Huxley saw his trousers properly for the first time: ‘Those folds in the trousers – what a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! And the texture of the grey flannel – how rich, how deeply, mysteriously sumptuous!’ Spellbound, his vision transfigured by an extract of the Mexican peyote cactus, he […]

Mind Fields

Posted on by Frank Brinkley

Madness is deep-rooted in the human imagination. The mad are unreachable, unfathomable, alarmingly other. They unsettle us. Yet we also romanticise madness. Great poetry and art spring from transcendent states at the edge of sanity, don’t they? And falling in love is a kind of madness, a stumbling into a dream world

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