random serendipity poetry
Out of boredom (and a desire to avoid homework) I did a cut-up, an exercise that William Burroughs made popular.
What you do is this: Take two or more pieces of writing. They can be anything; poetry, newspaper headlines, magazine articles, a page of a novel, a sheet of lyrics.
I did it with two letters my last boyfriend wrote to me at the end of our relationship. The sort-of point of doing this is to get at the hidden meaning of the words by placing them into new and random contexts and juxtapositions.
Anyway, the result is interesting. So I'm posting it.
The Beginning of the End
September - December 2004
Hey-
It's 2 days before I write you this letter not and send hey loverbutt!! Back your elf attire. Find it funny because for the past hey toots! Nights and days I've like my body decided that it was hey you bigg butt of love and toots!
Live like a car crash. Hehe... yess... I'm awake but not really. I was watching in it really reminded me of you, that I am currently sending you today which is Sunshine on the character. Then I was thinking that yes, I think this is the second. It is Thursday. All the good times and I wish that I had Jim Carey's hair from that movie to write you this and give you 9-2-04. This is the date that I am unsure of. Hoodie and the little store in October.
I am sending you the following items.
When you've loved that loss. You think about how entitled to a full refund of your time and money. Person was and is in the morning when you awake. VHS of our entire staff getting attacked by angry monkeys. See her sleeping face crash. How you have that empty your enjoyment. Next to your body used to lie. This makes one inclined to sleep and telling on such topics, especially so yes... yes indeed. Here is what you should fucking perfect hair.
Eat. The cycle of depression paper you now hold.
You go slightly insane.
I am the classic moron, more or less. I could have loved more Christmas presents and all that Jazz. So I'll leave you talk. I'm so sorry. All past. Always. I love you, China Girl.
I think about us and come pouring in. I remember how we dined on red while watching spaceballls with the exit slip (a poem about poetry) Hendee. I remember with little red crumbs sliding down your shirt and have a chance with her. The scent of her hair.
Shot... maybe just to get a girl like that. I remember, oh how I'm so impressionable. Sitting in a cell by myself, walking down Church St. with you. The sleek slunk curves of your ribcage. A little memory like the sun. You eyes as long and loving- not for I. Remember it getting in front of Speeder's as youread Tank Girl I caress your lips tongue in cheek and I drew the still comic. It was by-side ignoring one and other except your dewdrop thighs reaching for the occasional sweet hey... that's my girl.
That's my girl.
Mechanically, maniacally painted. I remember how does the robin call her nest? Picture of you lying in your lips that gazed into the sun. I think how does Icarus avoid a waxing waning back to those moments about your voice and words. About I can read your eyebrows and the lines they helped to ease. You were like Christmas, Valentine's some lips to kiss, Easter, Halloween, and into one. God, I would gleam after some hearts to miss.
You frolic with the morning wetness.
Until the end of the world.
-Chuck
What you do is this: Take two or more pieces of writing. They can be anything; poetry, newspaper headlines, magazine articles, a page of a novel, a sheet of lyrics.
I did it with two letters my last boyfriend wrote to me at the end of our relationship. The sort-of point of doing this is to get at the hidden meaning of the words by placing them into new and random contexts and juxtapositions.
Anyway, the result is interesting. So I'm posting it.
The Beginning of the End
September - December 2004
Hey-
It's 2 days before I write you this letter not and send hey loverbutt!! Back your elf attire. Find it funny because for the past hey toots! Nights and days I've like my body decided that it was hey you bigg butt of love and toots!
Live like a car crash. Hehe... yess... I'm awake but not really. I was watching in it really reminded me of you, that I am currently sending you today which is Sunshine on the character. Then I was thinking that yes, I think this is the second. It is Thursday. All the good times and I wish that I had Jim Carey's hair from that movie to write you this and give you 9-2-04. This is the date that I am unsure of. Hoodie and the little store in October.
I am sending you the following items.
When you've loved that loss. You think about how entitled to a full refund of your time and money. Person was and is in the morning when you awake. VHS of our entire staff getting attacked by angry monkeys. See her sleeping face crash. How you have that empty your enjoyment. Next to your body used to lie. This makes one inclined to sleep and telling on such topics, especially so yes... yes indeed. Here is what you should fucking perfect hair.
Eat. The cycle of depression paper you now hold.
You go slightly insane.
I am the classic moron, more or less. I could have loved more Christmas presents and all that Jazz. So I'll leave you talk. I'm so sorry. All past. Always. I love you, China Girl.
I think about us and come pouring in. I remember how we dined on red while watching spaceballls with the exit slip (a poem about poetry) Hendee. I remember with little red crumbs sliding down your shirt and have a chance with her. The scent of her hair.
Shot... maybe just to get a girl like that. I remember, oh how I'm so impressionable. Sitting in a cell by myself, walking down Church St. with you. The sleek slunk curves of your ribcage. A little memory like the sun. You eyes as long and loving- not for I. Remember it getting in front of Speeder's as youread Tank Girl I caress your lips tongue in cheek and I drew the still comic. It was by-side ignoring one and other except your dewdrop thighs reaching for the occasional sweet hey... that's my girl.
That's my girl.
Mechanically, maniacally painted. I remember how does the robin call her nest? Picture of you lying in your lips that gazed into the sun. I think how does Icarus avoid a waxing waning back to those moments about your voice and words. About I can read your eyebrows and the lines they helped to ease. You were like Christmas, Valentine's some lips to kiss, Easter, Halloween, and into one. God, I would gleam after some hearts to miss.
You frolic with the morning wetness.
Until the end of the world.
-Chuck