in a previous post 'words the poets nemesis' or some feckin thing look it here-
I was just wafflin on as usual spewin any old shi that came into me head , just the flotsam and jetsam washing up on the barren shores of my desert island mind, or so ithought for I can see clearly now that I was in some kind of communication with Billy Burrows.Look what I came across out in Netsville.
William Burroughs: ' (I) feel that the principal instrument of monopoly and control that prevents expansion of consciousness is the word lines controlling thought, feeling and apparent sensory impressions of the human host.
The forward step must be made in silence. We detach ourselves from word forms — this can be accomplished by substituting for words, letters, concepts, verbal concepts, other modes of expressions: for example, color. We can translate word and letter into color — Rimbaud stated that in his color vowels, words quote “words” can be read in silent color. In other words, man must get away from verbal forms to attain the consciousness, that which is there to be perceived at hand.'
I wonder what deado poet/writer will get in touch next?.I'd love it if Brendo Behan had a few words.(hope it's not Sam Bonkers Becko ,or Jim-Jingle- me-jangle-jewellery-jewellery-Joyceo,though, that would be barking ,man.