After reading The Third Mind by Brion Gysin and William Burroughs I thought I’d try my hand at it. The technique uses cut-ups and involves taking texts, cutting the pages, and then rearranging and combining the pieces to form new narratives. I used some of my own spontaneous prose which I cut up and made this.
Doors flower here, my secret parents told me a long time ago.
I was standing outside the driftwood gate near the rusting letter box.
Yes, the one where the letters you sent me didn’t arrive.
Heart trip blue, harbouring despair – smoke symbol outside the drift wood gate near the mountain top.
A show of innocence, Earth moments, Venus breaths and Martian chaos.
A smoke journey, a curling language, a wording made of clip clap foot steps and sacred sighs …
Sadness in the sky, blue Trumpet Justice.
Into the losing night light
he raised the candle
cobra fish moon mind and my moon vision.