he liked to play with wordswith books

books were his favourite friends

                                   while they were around he wasnt unhappy or lonely

not that he was prone to loneliness 

others assumed because he was alonelived by himselfdidnt socialize frequently he was lonely

they were projecting

if they were by themselves they felt lonely they needed to entertain or be entertained 

since a boy a book was pretty much all he needed

he read about poets and writers painters using a technique in the 50s cut-ups in France Paris the Latin quarter at the Beat Hotel 9 Rue Git-le-Coeur Brion Gyson shared it with William S. Burroughs 

                                                                                         he was a fan of Burroughs

he began playing with his books

randomly he opened onedropped his eye onto one page or the other and recorded a portion or a whole sentence of what he read on a piece of paper with a red BIC pen

later he began to ask questions before he played

he turned the book over and over in his hands asif washing them with his eyes closed and when the time felt rightthe question turned in his mind he began

he was in a new relationship that only he and she were fond

friends and family werent fans it wasnt their relationshipwas it

he asked his quiet leafed playmate if eventually they would accept their relationship not that it was important if they did or not

he opened the book Anais Nin Reader  dropped his eye in it

--  winter evenings his luxurious home was heated like a hothouse

he closed the book then reopened it to another random page thats how he played cut-ups

--  which drowned all vibrations

--  necklaces and bracelets of shell, gold and silver medallions and carved heads and amulets, animals and bones, all these caught the light as she moved

--  this was a dream

--  I heard a sound on the river

--  You said I was too young

--  doesn’t he hear the new voice of the new man in his son?

--  I found the palm trees

--  appeared with a large pot of paint and he was stirring it with a stick

--  using dreams is a kind of electronic echo sounded to chart the depths of the unconscious

--  the real climax of production

--  more important, creation

creation

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