From: cwduff-AT-alcor.concordia.ca Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 14:40:56 -0400 (EDT) Subject: cut-'p links grief/burr/oughzz ************** ******* THE CUT-UP MACHINE **** ********* 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 dead . . All begrief is suggestions and code . 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______________________________________________________________ ************************************************* CD/8/97
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