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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Machinery | from live_fast-die_young - Friday, June 01, 2007
accessed 765 times "...and alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade..." What really happened was
the typewriters and clocks
of her heart mutinied
at the exact same moment
of her grizzly discovery.
That's how she found herself
running down an abandoned
horse trot path
wondering at the typeface
of red graffiti
and finding herself without
words or face or hands
two hours later
the mutiny finally sank in.
In the months that followed
she took solace in tube socks
fruit stalls and umbrellas.
These, it seemed to her,
had discovered life
in the shade.
Certain places were avoided:
the fix-all shop
where a Ukranian immigrant
hovered tentatively
over timepieces
like they were precious to someone,
the undergrounds,
the mosques,
places where an invisible hand
shoved the righteous
and conscientious
into line.
She painted her twelve year old
tortoise royal purple
and glued a stone to his back:
a playful sun-dial
which soothed the terror
of daylight, a little.
Afterwards when people would ask
what went wrong she would say
"It wasn't Time that frightened me,
it was the awful machinery
behind it.
It needed reinventing."
-R.E.L. |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from vix
Monday, June 04, 2007 - 08:26
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Yes, I like this too. You have an elegant style.
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| from Jedran
Monday, June 04, 2007 - 04:57
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Excellent!
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| from placebo
Sunday, June 03, 2007 - 14:49
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your talent makes my teeth hurt..and my favourite ginsberg line.<3
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| | | | | | | | | |  From placebo
Friday, June 15, 2007, 07:01
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Well, I found him to be the literary equivalent of the Ramones,perhaps not the brightest, self-absorbed most def, and one could even say rambling, but I certainly wouldn't call him bland.Then again, to draw on that Ramones analogy if you didn't like their three chord combination, you weren't gonna like them cuz all their songs were made out of it.
I haven't read enough Bukowski to have a fair opinion on him.
Any comments on Naked Lunch?
Anyhow, my teeth are better now, comforted by the knowledge that after all, it's just lil rosie innit ;-)(reply to this comment) |
| | From thatata
Tuesday, August 07, 2007, 06:19
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Im almost ashamed to say this, or am I?To not be strong enough to read literature-is almost criminal.But I was not able to finish reading Naked lunch,it was interesting,but what to make of lines like:
Two Arab women with bestial faces have pulled the shorts off a little french boy.They are screwing him with red rubber cocks.The boy snarls,bites,kicks,collapses in tears as his cock rises and ejaculates.
Is it suppose to be satire this?:
A rout of Mullahs and Muftis and Muzzeins and Caids and Glaouis and Sheiks and Sultans and Holy Men and representatives of every conceivable Arab party make up the rank and file and attend the actual meetings from which the higher-ups prudently abstain.Though the delegates are carefully searched at the door,these gatherings invariably culminate in riots.Speakers are often doused with gasoline and burned to death,or some uncouth desert Sheik opens up on his opponents with a machine gun he had concealed in the belly of a pet sheep.Nationalist martyrs with grenades up the ass mingle with the assembled conferents and suddenly explode,occasioning heavy casualties...And there was the occasion when President Ra threw the British Prime Minister to the ground and forcibly sodomized him,the spectacle being televised to the entire Arab World.Wild yips of joy were heard in Stockholm.Interzone has an ordinance forbidding a meeting of Islam Inc.within five miles of the city limits.
This next one made me laugh though:
Dr limph:"The incision is ready doctor."
Dr Benway forces the cup into the incision and works it up and down.Blood spurts all over the doctors,the nurse and the wall...The cup makes a horrible sucking sound.
Nurse:"I think shes gone,doctor."
Dr Benway:"Well its all in a days work."He walks across the room to a medicine cabinet..."Some fucking drug addict has cut my cocaine with Saniflush!Nurse!Send this boy out to fix this Rx on the double!"
Doctor Benway is operating in an auditorium filled with students:"Now,boys,you wont see this operation performed very often and theres a reason for that...You see it has absolutely no medical value.No one knows what the purpose of it originally was or if it had any purpose at all.Personally I think it was a pure artistic creation from the beginning.Just as a bullfighter with his skills and knowledge extricates himself from danger he has himself invoked,so in this operation the surgeon deliberatly endangers his patient,and then,with incredible speed and celerity,rescues him from death at the last possible second...
"Did any of you see Doctor Tetrazzini perform?I say perform advisedly because his operations were performances.He would start by throwing a scalpel across the room into the patient and then make his entrance like a ballet dancer.His speed was incredible:"I dont give them time to die"he would say.Tumors put him into a frenzy of rage."Fucking undisciplined cells!"he would snarl,advancing on the tumor like a knife-fighter."(reply to this comment) |
| | From thatata
Tuesday, August 07, 2007, 06:28
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A young man leaps down into the operating theaterand,whipping out a scalpel,advances on the patient.
Dr.Benway:"An espontaneo!Stop him before he guts my patient!"
(Espontaneo is a bull-fighting term for a member of the audience who leaps down into the ring,pulls out a concealed cape and attempts a few passes with the bull before he is dragged out of the ring)
The orderlies scuffle with the espontaneo,who is finally ejected from the hall.The anesthetist takes advantage of the confusion to pry a large gold filling from the patients mouth...
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