CUT UP     This is just it, daddio. Cut up. The cut up method can be attributed in modern popularity to William S Burroughs and Brion Gysin, but appears to be a variant of ancient divinational practices such as Bibliomancy, to mine own eyes anyhoo. It is almost a collage of words. An amazing 'rediscovery' of twisting language.
    Burroughs described the technique thusly, "The method is simple. Here is one way to do it. Take a page. Like this age. Now cut down the middle. You have four sections: 1 2 3 4 . . . one two three four. Now rearrange the sections placing section four with section one and section two with section three. And you have a new page. Sometimes it says much the same thing. Sometimes something quite different-cutting up political speeches is an interesting excercise-in any case you will find that it says something and something quite definite. Take any poet or writer you fancy. Here, say, or poems you have read over many times. The words have lost meaning and life through years of repetition. Now take the poem and type out selected passages. Fill a page with excerpts. Now cut the page. You have a new poem. As many poems as you like."
     I myself use a slightly varied method. After a few years of dabbling, you do that. I began to cut phrases, sentences and words out of newspapers, magazines and books. I have a cigar box full. This is a lot of clipping, trust me. I pick out a handful of lines at random and arrange them as I pull. The end result I type up, usually adding a few quantifying words here or there to tighten the work. You can use this for poetry, prose or even divination. Just have relevant topics within your collection and leave everything else up to chance. You will be amazed at some of your results. There are now CGI cut up generators, use these, but don't be lazy. Do your own, AND try the CGIs as well. Experiment. Language must be dissected, inflected and infected. We must push harder.

Cut up 1
How the giraffe got its neck.
It created the A-bomb.
Truth is, you'll find we earthlings don't miss a thing.
What we want excels the boundaries of confidence.
We search and seize but looks can be deceiving.
What is a month of fiction?
Missiles slipping through loopholes in your ancestors.
Hell- what the family has become.
If you think of belonging, remember all the world is a stage.
Twice.
Perhaps other people begin at 8 PM.

Cut up 2
The most acclaimed and powerful micro-computer waged the war on kids
when "fiends" pushed the button.
The incredible shrinking chef dwelt in a chamber in orbit 400 miles up.
He could feel the difference.
He examines insect roadkill,
scrutinizes tracks in the wilderness for neanderthal reasons.
Monopolies, unions, hospitals....
by the day to day it's a nuclear nightmare.
Sakhmet, goddess of war, feeling guilty,
ignored the icky factor.
A dead clone cover up?
I have seen the end of the beginning of petroleum.
You believe lies.

Cut up 3
Note the remarkable attention to detail.
Never get away?
No guts, no glory.
The most sought after science, technology is available.
Feel the difference!
How not to fight.
Hands-off? Perhaps.
And yet, put your mind in gear-
stop and think about next to nothing.
HIDDEN AGENDAS?
A masterpiece of covert operations.
How much can you take?
What will nuclear war do?
Loneliness.
What do auras tell?
Reasons.
It took seven days to create the world-
Cabbage, nowhere, the sea, stuff.
Helium creates hope.
Lop off a surly bull's testicles, thus hurt him with cynicism and violence.
Don't be afraid.
It will save you nothing.

Cut up 4
The are many paths we are monitoring, naked.
Education is our passport to the future.
Slipping through the loopholes in the sacred self we located the Mind Machine,
but he reeked of gin, biting like crazy.
It's the fine art of messing with success.
The unwritten law strikes again.
It'll make you feel great.
In the instinctive nature of keepers and cages,
now there is a line you discover how to control.
Boughs of flowers brought to trauma and such by the thought of genocide.
How to prevent faith?
Search and seize.
Women could build the gender gap by cashing in on the Garden Saint.
It's politics as usual.

Cut up 5
The past didn't go anywhere.
Missiles beckon.
Remember the marches, the Nazi doctors, hell on earth?
They were normal.
That's the truth about it.
Plug your brain into this eclectic world.
All together we don't have a lot of time.
A 2,209 year old god wants you...
his besotted misbehaviour causing a burning.
All the country's is watching.
Threatened by anyone who's different.
Aliens bring forth snake oil, grain, lies...
Never settle for less.

Cut UP 6
Taboos merge with the galaxy and looks right into the next millennia.
The lost art of war is found.
So do enough for the treasures.
Who inhaled?
MOst groups include individuals rooting for rituals.
The Great Debate: return to the world or the natural power?
Why don't robots ever move when filaments of identity are severed?
They fear to tread.
Roll over, beg, play dead.
The Russians are coming!
You will be tested later.
Or else.

CUT UP 7
Animal testing?
Nukes would be a good place to start at the Pentagon.
I would just know. C'mon once can't hurt you.
Years ago, weird Martian nights passed.
You will be liberated.
No more Trojan solutions.
When confronting the aliens, you'll always have the competitive edge.
But looks can be deceiving.
We were a little more frugal and what we delivered to your doorstep began the hostility.
Don't miss a thing with us.
We are everywhere.
So where are the peace activists?
Millions in hiding doing next to nothing,
biting radioactive bullets,
saying love me the way I am.
I am the unconventional wisdom of fiction.

Cut up 8
It's closer than you think.
Don't be afraid.
It's the quiet ones you have to look out for.
Folklore turns back the clock, gets our egos, turns it into genius...
a road map to life.
Some small minded jerks say,
"I wonder if this is the end of it all?"
You can have the power to make people do what you want.
Gladly and willingly.
Your choice.
How not to die... a tortured logic.
They looked like nothing else that has been before.
A spirituality to a better future
unfolded it's petals and dropped the same night.

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