Thursday, August 2, 2018

Word Salad — Playing William S. Burroughs Naked Lunch

photo © Mark Butkus 2015
The Naked Lunch Cut Up poem.

All these jewelers standing around the
Diamond in their frock coats

Schizophrenic catatonia...
Instances of automatic obedience

I thought you was quitting...
Wouldn't feel right fucking up your cure

Yes Carl, I know.
And that is why you are here.

Withdrawal syndrome is more dangerous
Than morphine withdrawal

The doctor was studying the file in front of him.
He spoke in a tone of slightly condescending amusement:

My asshole is occluding
My cunt got terrible green juices

All right. Cut...
You hate the French, don't you?

— William S. Burroughs

Today we serve up a bowl of word salad to pay tribute to the life of William S. Burroughs who died this day in 1997. William S. Burroughs had a thing about word salad — the cut up technique. The art of composing by piecing together bits of prose. We flipped through his seminal work — Naked Lunch — and applied his own method to his own work which in itself was a form of word salad. Bob Dylan used the same style in composing his poetry book Tarantula while laid up with a broken leg following his motorcycle accident in 1966.

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