some trillions of years ago a sloppy, dirty giant flicked grease from his fingers. One of those gobs of grease is our universe on its way to the floor. Splat!
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Man is a bad animal....
Brion GysinMots clés france english british burroughs brion gysin
As no two people see the world the same way, all trips from here to there are imaginary; all truth is a tale I am telling myself.
Brion GysinThe resulting texts always took a narrative term, enigmatic at first but ultimately explicit and often premonitory. The semantic distribution of these basic elements diverted them from their original meaning, thus revealing their real significance. Henceforth, every form of writing will consist of an operation of decoding, of contamination, and of sense perversion. All this because all language is essentially mystification, and everything is fiction.
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The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you?
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Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody. "Your very own words," indeed ! And who are you?
Brion GysinI enjoy inventing things out of fun. After all, life is a game, not a career.
Brion GysinI could easily blast so much keef night and day I become a bouhali; a real-gone crazy, a holy untouchable madman unto whom everything is permitted, nothing is true.
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