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otis

Joined: 02 Jun 2006
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:39 am Post subject: |
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None of those examples even qualify when a writer goes for broke. You guys are just talking about frosting.
Here's a good example:
Camus writes The Rebel.
He alienates himself from all his literary friends. He has a complete philisophical break from all his French Commie buddies.
Basically, he reinvents himself.
Why don't you people get with it? |
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tiger fancini

Joined: 21 Mar 2006 Location: Testicles for Eyes
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:41 am Post subject: |
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Classic William Burroughs, from Naked Lunch....
The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventri- liquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called The Better Ole that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?"
"Nah I had to go relieve myself."
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in- curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him Its you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit.
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoles tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous- except for the EYES you dig. Thats one thing the asshole COULDNT do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffer- ing of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabs eyes on the end of a stalk.
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Satori

Joined: 09 Dec 2005 Location: Above it all
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:56 am Post subject: |
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Classic William Burroughs, from Naked Lunch....
The Man Who Taught His *beep* to Talk
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventri- liquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called The Better Ole that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?"
"Nah I had to go relieve myself."
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in- curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the *beep* would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the *beep* said to him Its you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND *beep*.
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoles tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous- except for the EYES you dig. Thats one thing the *beep* COULDNT do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffer- ing of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabs eyes on the end of a stalk.
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That's a pretty far out way to say that people talk a lot of shit! |
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otis

Joined: 02 Jun 2006
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:58 am Post subject: |
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| It's absolute frosting! |
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flotsam
Joined: 28 Mar 2006
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:03 am Post subject: |
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| The sad thing is you don`t have any idea how childish you come across. |
This one made me laugh out loud. |
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Ya-ta Boy
Joined: 16 Jan 2003 Location: Established in 1994
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:15 am Post subject: |
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Well, you two have pretty well killed this thread. What's the next thread you want to stiffle so you can continue your two-man circle jerk?
PS: One of you has some wit, but no literary taste. |
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flotsam
Joined: 28 Mar 2006
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:17 am Post subject: |
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| Ya-ta Boy wrote: |
Well, you two have pretty well killed this thread. What's the next thread you want to stiffle so you can continue your two-man circle jerk?
PS: One of you has some wit, but no literary taste. |
My taste in literature is fine. And if you have so much sand scratching up your vagina, why not post a few more selections yourself? Tut-tut.
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I sometimes hear people who apologize for not being able to say what they mean, maintaining that their heads are so full of fine things that they cannot deliver them for want of eloquence. That is moonshine.
Do you know what I think? It is a matter of shadowy notions coming to them from some unformed concepts which they are unable to untangle and to clarify in their minds: consequently they cannot deliver them externally. They themselves do not yet know what they mean. Just watch them giving a little stammer as they are about to deliver their brain-child: you can tell that they have laboring-pains not at childbirth but during conception! They are merely licking an imperfect lump into shape. For my part I maintain�and Socrates is decisive�that whoever has one clear living thought in his mind will deliver it even in Bergamask. Or if he is dumb he will do so by signs.
Verbaque pr�visam rem non invita sequentur.
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Demophobe

Joined: 17 May 2004
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:59 am Post subject: |
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flotsie on Dave's
flotsie at home I'm clever...I am...I'm so clever...
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| Sometimes, when I compare myself with other men, it seems as if I were more favored by the gods than they, beyond any deserts that I am conscious of--as if I had a warranty and surety at their hands which my fellows have not, and were especially guided and guarded. I do not flatter myself, but if it be possible they flatter me. I have never felt lonesome, or in the least oppressed by a sense of solitude, but once, and that was a few weeks after I came to the woods, when, for an hour, I doubted if the near neighborhood of man was not essential to a serene and healthy life. To be alone was something unpleasant. But at the same time conscious of a slight insanity in my mood, and seemed to forsee my recovery. In the midst of a gentle rain, while these thoughts prevailed, I was suddenly sensible of such sweet and benificent society in Nature, in the very patterning of the drops, and in every sound and sight around my house, an infinite and unaccountable friendliness all at once like an atmosphere sustaining me, as made the fancied advantages of human neighborhood insignificant, and have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy, and befriended me. I was so distinctly made aware of the presence of something kindred to me, even in scenes we are accustomed to call wild and dreary, and also that the nearest of blood to me and humanest was not a person nor a villager, that I thought no place could ever be strange to me again. |
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Ya-ta Boy
Joined: 16 Jan 2003 Location: Established in 1994
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 6:26 am Post subject: |
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My taste in literature is fine. And if you have so much sand scratching up your vagina, why not post a few more selections yourself? Tut-tut.
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You're still trying to make this thread about yourself, aren't you?
My point was not that.
My point all along has been that billy introduced an interesting idea. It should have been left alone to develop along the lines he had in mind (apologies to billy if I mistook his idea). If/when you and whoever have a divergent thread idea, why not start one, rather than subvert this one to your purposes?
You are witty and funny, and I often enjoy your posts. However, sometimes I think you go overboard because you don't consider the rest of us. For example, where is cubanlord?
I'm not setting up an either/or situation. I'm just asking you to pause sometimes and consider other people. |
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flotsam
Joined: 28 Mar 2006
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 6:46 am Post subject: |
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Luckily, I consider you all adults who can handle yourselves, but I am seeing a lot of crying these days from those with banter boo-boos.
In any event: deal. At first I thought you were being ironic, as you have been distracting from the thread much more than either Sat or I were(and tempting others to do so as well), and now I see you are not, and that is just sad. Sad, because you are not an intimidated, self-conscious misanthrope like Demophobe, right? Look back and open your eyes: I have not made this thread about me, you have.
Dude, sorry, I just don't give a rats ass for your opinion, and I don't come here for approval, but for fun. Nor do I deconstruct all the idiosyncrasies of all other posters, like you, for instance. If you want to bore me with PMs, fire away, otherwise, post some literature. That's what this thread is about. I am not responding to posts on this topic any longer.
And pick up some tissues at the E-Mart. Jesus Tapdancing Christ. |
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Ya-ta Boy
Joined: 16 Jan 2003 Location: Established in 1994
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 6:56 am Post subject: |
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| If you want to bore me with PMs, |
I don't care what else you say, but don't make the claim that I send people PMs. I send very, very few of those, and none to you. |
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flotsam
Joined: 28 Mar 2006
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 7:16 am Post subject: |
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| If you want to bore me with PMs, |
I don't care what else you say, but don't make the claim that I send people PMs. I send very, very few of those, and none to you. |
Look, I'll reply to this just to clarify and to point something out:
First, I didn't mean that you had sent me PMs, I meant if you want to continue this line of whine you can PM me.
Second, your hyper-sensitivity shows you are carrying things over from other threads and other discussions. Maybe you need a break, geez. Or maybe you just need to drink some tea and post some damn literature.
Shanti, shanti hae. |
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Hollywoodaction
Joined: 02 Jul 2004
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 7:23 am Post subject: |
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| flotsam wrote: |
Luckily, I consider you all adults who can handle yourselves, but I am seeing a lot of crying these days from those with banter boo-boos.
In any event: deal. At first I thought you were being ironic, as you have been distracting from the thread much more than either Sat or I were(and tempting others to do so as well), and now I see you are not, and that is just sad. Sad, because you are not an intimidated, self-conscious misanthrope like Demophobe, right? Look back and open your eyes: I have not made this thread about me, you have.
Dude, sorry, I just don't give a rats ass for your opinion, and I don't come here for approval, but for fun. Nor do I deconstruct all the idiosyncrasies of all other posters, like you, for instance. If you want to bore me with PMs, fire away, otherwise, post some literature. That's what this thread is about. I am not responding to posts on this topic any longer.
And pick up some tissues at the E-Mart. Jesus Tapdancing Christ. |
Whatever, you'd love the attention.
Okay, back to literature.
They pretty much all translations of Kafka's works suck (I read some of his original texts in German...that dude could write. Very descriptive and precise). I've read translations of his works in English and French. None were written with the same mastery as the original text. In the original texts, you can feel that the author was meticulously picking his words and paying close attention to the way he was assembling them together, almost to the point that you wonder how someone can be so anal. The same cannot be said of the translations. Sure, the same can be said of most translations, but it somehow struck me as more evident in the translations of Kafka's works than in those of other authors. |
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flotsam
Joined: 28 Mar 2006
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 7:36 am Post subject: |
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Whatever, you'd love the attention.
Okay, back to literature.
They pretty much all translations of Kafka's works suck (I read some of his original texts in German...that dude could write. Very descriptive and precise). I've read translations of his works in English and French. None were written with the same mastery as the original text. In the original texts, you can feel that the author was meticulously picking his words and paying close attention to the way he was assembling them together, almost to the point that you wonder how someone can be so anal. The same cannot be said of the translations. Sure, the same can be said of most translations, but it somehow struck me as more evident in the translations of Kafka's works than in those of other authors. |
Try not to make the thread about me, thank you. (Mouth still puckered?)
Can you find and post any of these texts? I have only read Ein Hungerk�nstler , Die Verwandlung and Der Proze� and I thought the translations of the last two were OK but no one can capture "The Hunger Artist" just right. |
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ChopChaeJoe
Joined: 05 Mar 2006 Location: Seoul
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 4:11 pm Post subject: |
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| Read Kafka in the German. It's not all that hard. |
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