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of cocaine vodka and speed
the words came out like
a spicket spilling words
Into notebooks filled
With rant and sticky
shot glasses residue
like crop circles
They came and went
But were always there
In some nook or corner
easy to reach at a moments
and i miss those great days
that were part of my world
With you my mentor sitting
Across the old kitchen table
Butts accumulating in
The old blue ashtray
Your rugged face in
Haze of smoke
“everything to excess.
Nothing for success”
-you laughed when i
Repeated our funny mantra
it suited me then just fine
Life was intense like a
Double edged sword
when the words come to me
now they come more naturally
especially when i smoke weed
or drink some sort of libation
once when younger I
used to write with no sort of
enhancement just Dylan, incense
And a pot of tea
and that was good too-
when inspiration comes now
it’s like an avalanche tumbling
toward me-if i am not ready
i can get lost in it forever
those are the good days and
there are many of them and
the best days are when my words
are published and i feel real
an another successful
poem or a page for my
i am happy no matter
which way they come
then there are the bad days
That came after my overdose
My damaged brain spit out amnesia-tic
Have to decipher the good from
The bad the spelling the grammar
The stumbling bumbling mishmash
Clutching my head in desperation
“You can do it” he said “just carry
On as if it never happened
you have it, you just have to find it”
and I would cry for my loss of
wanting to stamp my feet and shake
My head till the letters and words
Came out on the right order.
goodness can come from chaos
sometimes i write words
and discard them
better under the influence
as long as i have a connection
I’ll be just fine.
Just you are no longer there. Ana christy
Citizen Journalists Exchange
Imagine running or riding sweaty, naked in a field of wild marijuana: That’s how they harvest the good stuff
Merkhat Sharipzhanov/ www.rferl.org, –– Kyrgyz officials announced on August 29 that 4.5 tons of marijuana had been confiscated from illegal drug traffickers in the last seven days. It was specifically mentioned that the majority of the marijuana was confiscated in Kyrgyzstan’s northern Chui Valley (known as the Chu Valley in Kazakh).
Shared between southern Kazakhstan and northern Kyrgyzstan, the Chu Valley has been one of the most infamous sources of marijuana in the former Soviet Union for as long as anyone can remember.
The Chu Valley’s wild marijuana — well known among drug users in the former Soviet republics as “dichka” — was always of the “highest quality.”
It was prized throughout the vast territory of the Soviet empire, which stretched from Brest (Belarus) to Vladivostok (Russian Far East) and from the Russian town of Salekhard in the north to the Turkmen city of Kushka in the south.
The Soviets did a lot to eliminate wild “dichka” plantations in the region. They burned the fields, used all possible and impossible pesticides, but it grew even better after all those measures.
Since the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, Chu’s “dichka” continues to be in demand on both the territory of the former Soviet Union and beyond.
August is the month for marijuana harvesting in the region, as that is when the marijuana starts producing the resin that has such a narcotic effect on the human brain.
For mass producers of marijuana, the easiest way to process the drug is to cut the buds in August, dry them, and then sell them as “grass.”
Sweating To Make Hash However, the most concentrated and popular form of marijuana is so-called “plastilin” (plasticine), and the way it is harvested and produced has not changed for centuries.
It begins with a freshly showered person riding naked for hours on a clean, washed horse inside a two-meter-high “forest” of marijuana.
Afterwards, the human body and that of the horse are covered with a thick layer of resin mixed with sweat.
(It only takes a few tiny pieces of “plastilin” to get high.)
The mixture is subsequently pressed, molded into bars, and dried.
The “plastilin” that results from this process effectively comprises very concentrated marijuana bars.
A couple of small, pinhead-sized pieces from one of these bars added to a regular cigarette is enough to make the smoker happy.
This sort of marijuana is also very easy to carry or stash and is therefore very popular among drug users.
But it is a lot harder to produce this form of the drug because you need more time to make it.
Imagine 10, 20, or 30 individuals running or riding naked in a field of wild marijuana. It goes without saying that they are more exposed and it is easier to catch them. Nonetheless, people do it and they have been doing it since time immemorial.
And, of course, in Central Asia, there are people who can easily make local law enforcement officials “keep their eyes shut” during the harvest season, sharing with them either “plastilin” or the money earned from its sale.
For former Soviet citizens, it calls to mind a famous quote from the popular communist-era film “The White Sun of the Desert”: “The east is a strange place, Pete!” (“Vostok — delo tonkoe, Petrukha!”).
– Merkhat Sharipzhanov
Copyright (c) 2013. RFE/RL, Inc. Reprinted WWH/CJE with the permission of Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty, 1201 Connecticut Ave NW, Ste 400, Washington DC 20036.
- Meet America’s First Marijuana Mayor: Sebastopol’s Robert Jacob (blogs.sfweekly.com)