Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Kathy Acker; the cut-up technique and other things that blew my mind last night...
This is Kathy Acker. She might just be my new favourite find whilst researching out here in Norway. In a nutshell, she focuses on experimental literature and some of her books take a very non-linear narrative path. She also uses collage in her literature. So letters, newspapers, photography etc. can be used together to make up one complete narrative structure. I love this. Like, really love this. I'm not saying that I could recreate it but it's definitely something to be open to. I love the idea of realising the limitations of language and trying to overcome it. There is no reason why we shouldn't overcome it with what is available today technologically.
I have also been researching electronic literature a bit. However, I'm not sure I'm there yet. Or ever will be.
Looking at Acker led me to read up a bit more on William S. Burroughs who I touched on vaguely at uni but was probably to concerned with what I was going to wear that night in town to pay much attention (!)
He came across a way of writing called the "cut-up technique" and basically it's just cutting words from a sentence and rearranging them and hey-ho - new sentence. He did this in the 70's but it had been going on strong long before then. Dadaist poets of the 20's would put written words into a hat and pick them out one by one to create an entirely new poem in order to showcase the basics of the Dadaist manifesto. However, Burroughs was one of the pioneers of it's revival later on.
He was also a fan of the "fold-in" technique which would take two pages of words; fold them both vertically and join them both together to create a new, fully understandable work.
This ability to technically construct your work so that it can work successfully on a variety of levels surprisingly is a new thing for me. I mean, I've always known in would work poetically but I can't write poetry for shit and I don't intend to try now. But being able to do this successfully with prose just seems like such a hard task. Maybe I'm not there yet. I can give it a bash though.
To be continued, once I wade through the pile of information I've tried to catalogue today...
Monday, 21 February 2011
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Me- Can…can you hear me?
You- No.
Me- You just replied.
You- I’m choosing not to listen to you.
Me- Well listen. I said, “I’ll put it into words for you, if you like?”
You- We always said that we wouldn’t.
Me- I know but…
You- Sshhh! Not now.
Me- Well when?
You- Um…sometime around never.
Me- But I love you.
You- Too direct. Try again.
Me- Well, um…see sometimes you get flightless birds and…and well, they are kind of like a metaphor for…
You- Too flowery. And also too many undecided words. You are taking up all of my headspace. Try again.
Me- I don’t know you.
You- No you don’t.
Me- But well, you don’t know me either…
You- I don’t want to.
Me-But you can feel it right? You can say that?
You- Maybe.
Me- That’s an undecided word.
You- I’m not saying I am decided. You are.
Me- I don’t have words for how this feels.
You- Why do we need words? We were fine as we were.
Me- But I wanted to tell you.
You- What? What I already know?
Me- Maybe…I don’t know what you already know.
You- Don’t worry. I know.
Me-Oh. And do you feel it too?
You- I don’t know.
Me- How can you not know how you feel?
You- I choose not to. It won’t make a difference.
Me- It won’t?
You- Do you think it will?
Me- No. I guess not.
You- “Guess” is an undecided word too you know?
Me- I know. I don’t want to be decided anymore.
You-Are we finished now?
Me- I suppose.
You- Do you feel better now we have spoken our words.
Me- No, I feel worse.
You- I thought that might happen.
Me - Sorry.
You- Can you get out of my head now please?
Me- Yes. Sorry.
You- Don’t be sorry when you can be absent.
Me- Did you get that in a greeting card?
You- No.
Me- I was trying to be funny.
You- I know. It won’t make me want you in my head any longer.
Me- Ok, I’m sorry I’m going now.
You- Good. Goodbye.
Me - …
You-Are you gone?
Me - …
You-Hello?
Me - …
You- Ok, so you’re gone then?
Me - …
You- I…I love you too.
Me – [breathes]
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Dear You,
Please find attached a copy of the telepathic conversation I believe we had two hours prior. I took the liberty of transcribing it so I could email yourself and find out for definite if we indeed had this conversation. Please email back a confirmation or denial of such events.
Kind regards,
Me.
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Me,
No more words now, telepathic or otherwise. Please.
You.
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