in a previous post 'words the poets nemesis' or some feckin thing look it here-
http://totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com/2009/02/language-is-poets-nemesis.html
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.
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I've been wanting to quote this for a while. Now seems as good a time as any:
"(Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality."
'Sing a rainbow,' TFE, used to love that song as a kiddo...
Hope Behan comes knocking soon, then ; )
Here man you can make links live by using this text Text to be displayed
copy and paste it to somewhere safe.
Woof, woof - bet it's Joyceo!
Indeed the perfect time Mr River- run, and also all the vitalmines is beginning to sozzle in chewn and the harmonies to clingleclangle, fudgem, kates and eaps and naboc and cries and oinnos on kingclud -or something?
Ah, I geddit. It's spring, innit?
Word verification: schrapho
All together now, 'Ican sing a rainbow , sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow toooo' Ah Liz, the old ones are the best ones and wouldn't it be grand to have a pint with Brendo. Do you know(done in my best Micko Caine voice) me and mr Beho have one thing in common? - Neither of us tie our shoelaces. NB this was not sourced from The Guineys B.O.B
Mister Uisce good luck with your reading up in Belfo grand olde Opry, hope the reading goes well,I'm sure it will and thanks for the pasty thing .I've always wondered how to make links live.Hope I can wurk it ,I'm no good at computers or poetry or photography or......
Ah, Dave Man , you're the dogs.Thanks.
Glory B ,nice to C, U, B!is it that time of the millenium already?
The word versifications just get curiouser and curiouser and courvoisier.Hic!
Channeling William Burroughs? Kinda scary, kinda fun; I think that happened to me one night or the other in the previous decade (millenium).
Hey John , thanks for dropping by.I'm just a total messer I'd say your's was more of the real deal.Interesting-have you the results anywhere?
I was joking a bit, but I did read lots of Burroughs in the mid 90s, & you might see some "channeling" in something like this (2 pages) or this (3 pages)
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