File spoon-archives/blanchot.archive/blanchot_1997/blanchot.9708, message 3


From: cwduff-AT-alcor.concordia.ca
Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 14:25:19 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: MB: cut-'p links grief/burr/oughssssss 


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 		*******	THE CUT-UP MACHINE ****
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		Mona tore her hair out. Grief "struck" her name. Jill was
away, so was Franny G. So was A.J. and Mr. Mirror D.[ea[b]th]. had grim
reaped William. William, William, (Blake a voice calls) Burroughs and the
machine a coupure went clink dink break. Word swords fell to the ground.
And so the famous Count Korzybski died. He, (Abou Ben Adam), like les
autres was mortal. What would the world be without his name. His game plan
of virus language,  and if language is a virus I will invent an epidemic.
Jack had always said that. Jill called her from the other rapturous
"side." Night was always there where she could spoke her name. What gender
bender of genius was the old man of Kansas, and his minions of boys and
broke verb sentence, his paragraph crasher, and sequence breakers. Hold/
cut break. Word stop night peel. Th ee Captain Bradley come to the post
please there is night and there is Jack. Jack one, Jack two, Jack three,
somber sunset of great writer. Repeat - all stations abandoned - repeat -
repair all reality posts - stop - go - stop - go - language is a virus -
create an epidemic. Such words have passed the sunset, and the id was one
in the broken multiple. Share pedal of verb shatter, piece-meal stutter
in the curve space of word/image. Mr. Bradley, Mr. Martin, eat your Naked
Lunch the Venusian Love gods are dead. Wild adriatic nights will slam the
inner out split level being of body/mind/soul. Aword stop Open Towers Fire
Open Towers Fire - shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssshhhhhhhhhhhh - skirr of word
metals skim and skud past the documented unreal night of city city
sometimes in a hidden bar or cafe and the lover was the gulf grief burden
of night and reward sender and receiver - language bits. O come to the
front desk, Mr.Jill and Mrs.G. there is no repent left, you have met your
maker. Open lover channels you are your name you are your verb you are the
sex verb the gender talk I am the adding machine of desire delire.  I read
the of the pages of desire delirium and find the suffix of break dance
in the language shop. I am crop and dew line of hunger the words' text,
their subliminal name. Their sexual body and gender[s]. How many hundred
sexes of i.d. entity, what being & coming of desire in the break of
territory and land Spokes against the fraternized wheel of desire and the
fires of forewarning . Forwarding death to a letter never mailed, death is
a letter that never got sent, whose destination was it after, Mister
Death, you two-timing fraud artist, you cheap sheet walkin in town, scarin
all the kids of bones and blood, you shitty raconteur of history and
necessity, you double-jerk liar of split from god and satanic mills,
Mister Death who are you when you are not Home?
                                      
                                   Notes:
added random element generator to mix user entered text
    and cross-sections of Naked Death. within literary appropriations All
words are smuggled depth charges, smuggled trails of rustlers word shifts
 of copyright . If not? Send your suggestions to Luke at
    lpk-AT-kdsi.net. All beneficial suggestions and code donations will be
                                considered.
                                      
                       What's the cut-up technique?.
                                      
                                Input text:
                                      
        ______City of Red Night is Western Dead
Writer Over Morocco Paris Lament London Montreal
NEw York______________________is
dead	william is burroughs dead________________________________
Meester Writer is textified at last All Issues Sold Issue Last Lament________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________        ____________________________________________________________

__Open 
Words ________________________william_______________virus__________check 
it_______out__________________________________
      	are u dead or alive 
word or verb
Place of Dead
Roads where
all writers
must go____________________________________________________________
_________________________________A spoon of
intent__________________________
___________________________________________check
it out__________________
                                      
           Number of random elements from Death is a Frying Pan
	If Language is a Virus I am going to create an Epidemic.                                      
                       Mona  had a boyfriend.______________________
And all things shall be behovely______________________________________________________________                                      


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