All I Want is to Take Shrooms and Listen to the Color of Nazi Screams by John Baltisberger
"I killed my first Nazi at four years old. It wasn't art; I didn't discover the joy of a psychotropic kill until much later. Each moment that led up to it was the crescendo of a future lover screaming from around the bend of time, begging for the tantric orgasm that would define our future." Thus begins the lurid, gore-filled memoir of the author. Tainted by miles of hallucinogenic inspiration and sprinkled with poetic interludes, SHROOMS & SCREAMS seeks to bind reality with vision, discovering the truth that lies somewhere between what happened and what should have happened.
Part memoir, part novel, part collection, All I Want is to Take Shrooms and Listen to the Color of Nazis' Screams is more than a book, it's a way of life.
the Color of Nazi Screams is an intoxicating blood-drenched trip featuring a righteous protagonist and epic cast of characters that'll leave you buzzing with vigilante fire.” -- Jessica McHugh, 2x Bram Stoker Award®-nominated author of The Quiet Ways I Destroy You
Another stunner by Baltisberger!
A psychedelic and bizarro take on an autobiography, John leads the reader through a life soaked in the blood of the rotten and deplorable, with frequent forays into kaiju poetics and erotic prose. Too, you will find a cosmic pessimism about the state of the world, and how he comes to reconcile this through shifts in faith and choices of action, fueled by fungal energies and visions. I love John and all of his writings, and this is no exception, a unique work in his oeuvre and highly recommended!
This starts out as usual with some fabulous one liners which I would not be able to repeat here. John describes the horror of growing up beautifully and the horror part is definitely what he focuses on. I never knew somebody else felt that rotten during that time too. The combination of the philosophical prose and the extreme violence is just pure poetry. This kind of writing is a lot deeper and heavier than I’m used to but it blew my mind hole completely. This was more a work of art than a book. So sad, so desperate and so thought provoking. I’m left with withdrawals now and need to get more Baltisberger.