there was a little game they played that he brought to her
that he learned from Burroughs
who
learned from Brion Gysin
(while living either in Paris or Tangier(while getting stoned or fucking young
men(is anything really immoral if the parties involved – partaking – are
enjoying it)(NO its their right(which
kills the Right) to their privacy their mutual pleasures)))
who
learned from Dadaist Tristan Tzara(he always wanted to say Tarzan)
that she
then shared
but his primacy was that they
shared it and thoroughly enjoyed it
they enjoyed it more than playing
Scrabble reading poetry Nin or building jigsaws
its utter randomness enthralled
them then they tried to find skeins of Order
in its tumbled Chaos
cut-ups
it required a book or books
pen or pencil(she preferred)
and paper
you open a book
drop
your eye on either page
and write what you see
terminating
the sentence where you wish
close the book
open
it again
write terminate
and on and on until you determine its finishedfor example
“the inadequacies of reason and
logic
they turned through streets they didn't know
examining the earth, his
compass
the close-up swirl of water
(he) was screaming
his
head was a head-sized fist
the sound
was bizarrely and instantly recognisable
‘I
don’t want to drown the world.’
the
ghastly sunwheel he could no longer see
he pushed back more strongly than he appeared
‘I’m part of the
conventional crime.’
a helpful wind moved the last clinging leaves
the
Tattoo
in humour and consternation
the
gist of it
they had paid attention to it like a disease
it clogged (her) windpipe as she crawled
wisps of coloured swirls, crossbred Celtic-knot fractal
below
through noises another sound was audible
NO written across his consciousness
‘We’re
dealing with fanatics, and all fanatics are experts.’
(thats how Miévilles Kraken worked out)”
THIS TIME
itd be different the next time and the next and the next
(he preferred Miller Nin and Finnegans)
then she brought a game
to him she made
audio cut-ups
snatching random bits of
conversation interloping eavesdropping
choosing to begin to listen transcribing then backing out
she practised it awhile before
unveiling it
she read to him what she overheard
but when she finished as was their tout of authenticity rather than admitting who the author was and their text
she admitted they were conversations she overheard and hadnt a clue who spoke
but when she finished as was their tout of authenticity rather than admitting who the author was and their text
she admitted they were conversations she overheard and hadnt a clue who spoke
laughingly she said Anonymous
Like graffiti scrawled on bathroom partitions
he loved the idea but said he couldnt
play not accurately not as she
she
studied shorthand and typed in excess of 120 words a minute
his ability paled in light of her
stenographic skills
nevertheless hed try
they went to bars
had a drink to fit in
laughing
they referred to this posturing as cloaking(Romulan)
and worked the room together
and worked the room together
though often they didnt have to
leave the small table where they sat for the voices balling above the
collective din and the very common indiscretion inanity of someone talking on their
cellfone and seemingly oblivious that everyone could hear them
they jotted swatches on notepads
and when they concluded they
shared
getting really good cut-ups were
far more difficult than out of books
she usually bettered him
then one evening he came home
very proud of himself busting his buttons!
he told her that brevity seemed likely his best bet to be effective for their audio play
he told her that brevity seemed likely his best bet to be effective for their audio play
Fine she said Thrill me
Think haiku he said But shorter
Okay she said then began to laugh
he waited for her laughter to
subside
it was short
he said he heard a murmur between
two guys a couple aisle over from where he stood in a liquor store
murmur murmur murmurmurmur murmur
then he tuned in and overheard
. . . "hopelessly endowed" . . .
Whaddaya make of that?
murmur murmur murmurmurmur murmur
then he tuned in and overheard
. . . "hopelessly endowed" . . .
Whaddaya make of that?
(Genesis 1553,
Saturday, 26 3. 16)
1524, Twosday, 29 3.
16
2332, Twosday, 29 3. 16
2332, Twosday, 29 3. 16
