Friday, 12 September 2008

"Language is an abominable misunderstanding which makes up a part of matter. The painters and the physicists have treated matter pretty well. The poets have hardly touched it. In March 1958, when I was living at the Beat Hotel, I proposed to Burroughs to at least make available to literature the means that painters have been using for fifty years. Cut words into pieces and scramble them. You'll hear someone draw a bow-string. Who runs may read, To read better, practice your running. Speed is entirely up to us, since machines have delivered us from the horse. Henceforth the question is to deliver us from that other so-called superior animal, man. It's not worth it to chase out the merchants: their temple is dedicated to the unsuitable lie of the value of the Unique. The crime of separation gave birth to the idea of the Unique which would not be separate. In painting, matter has seen everything: from sand to stuffed goats. Disfigured more and more, the image has been geometrically multiplied to a dizzying degree. A snow of advertising could fall from the sky, and only collector babies and the chimpanzees who make abstract paintings would bother to pick one up."

- Brion Gysin Cut-Ups: A Project for Disastrous Success

2 comments:

troylloyd said...

Oiga amigos! Oiga amigos! Paco! Enrique!
Last words of Hassan Sabbah,
The Old man of the Mountain!
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory,
To take what is not yours ,
To sell out your sons forever! To sell the ground from unborn feet
for ever? for Eve-R
Listen to my last words any world! Listen if you value the bodies
for which you would sell all souls forever! ...
I bear no sick words junk words love words forgive words from Jesus
I have not come to explain or tidy up
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the
dogs, the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don't I come over with the board, and drink coca-cola and make it?
" now for God's sake, do not let that Coca-Cola thing out! "
Thing is right, Mr Whoever is responsible for that who done it!
Explain how the blood, and bones, and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss!
So you on the boards could use bodies, and minds, and souls that
were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that? To tidy that up!
You have the wrong name and the wrong number!
Mr Luce Getty Lee Rockafeller
"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing! "
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of
the earth?
"- Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!
Not the cancer deal with the Venusians, not the green deal!
Don't let that out!
Disaster, disaster, unevaluable disaster!
Don't show them out, these things take time and that's my business."
As usual, Mr Luce! Short time to go. Minutes to go!
Blue heavy metal people.
"- Don't let that out! Don't show them the blues!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth?
"and don't whatever you do let them see us. "
Crab men! Tape worms! Intestinal parasites!
Squeezing the air you did not shit it out and eat it again, forever!
"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"
"Don't let us pay"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates,
cartels of the earth?
The great banking families of the world
French, English, American?
Like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what exactly? Would you all like to see exactly what
Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan Caper, the centipede hype,
Short time racket, the heavy metal gimmick?
All right, Mister Burroughs, who bears my name and my words burried
all the way
For all to see, in Time Square, in Picadilly,

Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back! ...

Listen : the word comes before English American German French,
and pain and live are arsenic for all
now the bones went - use never you have light
all of you all all all green people crab people blue heavy metal people,
compliments of mr burroughs for the heavy metal gimmick
"'don't let them see us don't tell them what we are doing
Premature premature reconversion reconversion blues"
Shall I show them the blues?
" No! Now! No! "
"Premature! Premature! Premature!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth?
I say to all : these words are not premature . These words may be
too late.
Minutes to go. Minutes to go. Minutes to goo ; Minutes to green goo.
What I have to say is everywhere now
Rub out the word two and you rub out the word Hitler
The answer comes before the question
my words are for all - for all,
I repeat for all!
No one is excluded!
Free to all who pay , free to all who pain pay for all to see
for all to see!
In Picadilly, in Time Square, Place de la Concorde,
In all the streets and plazas of the world!

Pay, pay, pay!
Play it all, play it all , play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!

See my writing the silent - across all your skies,
The silent writing of Brion Gysin - Hassan Sabbah.
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
Take what is not yours to skies squeezing the eye bodies forever
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
you cannot take words into space
that is all all all Hassan Sabbah
you cannot take woman into space
I repeat you cannot take woman into space
that is all all all Hassan Sabbah
See my writing silent - across all your skies,
The silent writing of Brion Gysin - Hassan Sabbah.
The silent writing of space, the writing of Hassan Sabbah
Look Look Look!
"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"
Are these the words of the great nations, the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the earth?
These are the words of liars, and cowards, and collaboraters and
traitors
Collaborators with insect people,
With any people anywhere who offer you a body forever, to shit
forever.
For this you have sold your sons forever,
The ground under unborn feet forever!
Traitors to all souls everywhere!
You on the board, who want others to pay for you,
With your deals to take what is not yours!
And leave your human animals to be eaten alive by the crab ppl
to go down the drain in green shit and piss. the green deal
"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"
You on the board, who now say :
"Protect us from our our gooks
Protect us from our human animals."
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the
earth?
And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deals
To sell out the unborn?
"Protect us from our gooks, our dogs, our dogs our human animals!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards, the all powerful
syndicates
the all powerful governments and nations of the earth?
Liars! Liars! Liars! Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!
Who cannot even face your own dogs!
Traitors to all souls everywhere! Sold out to shit forever :
You, miserable collaborators,
Now ask protection of Hassan Sabbah?
Are these the words of the all powerful board?
"Protect us from our gooks, our human animals?"
No, no, no, I will not protect you,
And you will never use the name of Hassan Sabbah - William Burroughs
to cover your green shit deals with crab-men. With the Elders of Minraud.
Listen listen listen:

I rub out all the words and reports of the board forever
I rub out your thin glees for ever for eve - r
I rub out the words of marx lenin einstein freud fraud forever
I rub out the formulaes of einstein oppenheimer forever
I rub out their words forever
I rub out the Qabalah forever
I rub out the Talmud forever
I rub out all the formulaes and directives of the Elders of Minraud forever
I rub out the word forever

listen all all all
if you I cancel all your words forever
you cannot take words with you into space
it is all all all Hassan Sabbah.

mike cannell said...

h'blah he'sighn