A Postlude

… gaze the world changes across the selection of sixteen cards / to this time track—for example I take in the worlds, but she also acts—irretrievably deranged into apply cut-up techniques, she looks down unto the crossway, a disembodied voice / & black typed rearranged sections … write the concomitance, monuments of a trip, repetition & rearrangements to move backward and forward on musical themes—nothing was easily sutton smith in le métro blanc, metabolic regulator / fuck you, last two novels, nova express and cadets. It is enough. The voice is long rusty railings on ye left, & extends to writing the flashback italian version of naked lunch …

/ an enchantment faded in dusty gleam silence, little ditches & his presence, take a page of your own Writing of the Green Lamp, and forgotten lines keep you in time … cut the page—the composite text is then light and shades / feline gloaming paris officer sitting there not necessarily comes to mallarmé’s place between told awarenesses, or a love, or a thing which works, not forgetting to remember, so as to arrange the card thoughtfully at her study, not the old typewriter like an asphalt knowledge, new child transforms a lost, forgotten pattern to answer twofold shades of high bushes / bright, smooth, silent cards, tarot deck resurfaced by a strange flashing forward in time

—stars/sky/sea/the lands, wells open, you cross the threshold & tarot was placed on the bookrest method—a page of text—my own or wind / the legendary oracular synthesis of apomorphine gone away, ever there / rustling neatly and ligthtly …

«Cut-ups are for everyone»: Margin Notes to «A Cut-up Fragment Rearranged»—Cluster the Third

A Cut-Up Fragment Rearranged

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