Two of my works in progress, awaiting to be finished:
Moreover, this week I was given a project on cut-up techniques (featuring found text and rearrangements of words) , which I have acquainted from reading Naked Lunch by William S Burroughs. A real explicit work of literature, so surreal that I found myself getting lost in his cut-up words, trying to find a comprehensible approach to a bizarre, nonlinear narration of Burroughs (which I didn't, but the novel was quite phenomenal itself, driving me to the alternative planet where drugs, sex and even sodomy are sheer comforts).
Nonetheless, from my own approach, Surrealism and Dadaism exclusively are the starting points to understanding cut up techniques. Decided to go along with cutting poems written purely by female artists, I came up with a few lines (cutting from selected poems of Sylvia Plath and Carol Ann Duffy), themed upon the memory of my first love.
“I see through the fluid in which we meet each other
Shaken by the voice of indefatigable love language,
booms like cannon,
far out as sea on a lone ship.
He paints out a landscape – a map of cheerful twitters, in trembling, passionate hands
I hold my warm lips on the bald slots of his eyes
where I feel for sheer love
in austere white and black sentiment.
Nothing is the same as first love drains like water out the hold at the far end.
We live in those staggering moments of nostalgia.”