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#cut up poetry
fixing-bad-posts · 6 months
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[Image description: A cut-up poem, pasted over a photograph of purple-toned clouds. Transcript is below.]
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weeks ago, i told you this was happening this utterly outrageous love for you I've never seen anything like it.
This growing feral tip of the spear. This is you? Christ, you're pornographic
We will be a monumental moment in time yet another war being waged
we'll go in violation of the law. threaten pastors to be sharing each other
We could strip and become churches remove the scripts you could pray in me
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flamingkorybante · 4 months
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Can you tell what this is a cut-up of?
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panthermodern666 · 9 months
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Your Razor Kiss
Handmade collage by Ed Constantine 2023
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A Dream Guide's Lamentation, an cut-up technique / abstract art piece by Me
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annewater · 6 months
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Where are we when we dream?
Dream of flying? Of dust drifting
I have defied time. Adding dimensions.
Various shapes and places.
When you fall asleep you're still your essence.
Neurons, receptors
Everything becomes a curious.
Here and now
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alexeilombardi · 4 months
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Alexei Lombardi
Cut up poem I made from the New Yorker
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iloveyouphillipmorris · 10 months
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CUT UP 002 || lucien gabriel mezquiti. 2023.
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cutupsideblog · 30 days
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to look from my window Thrice a day over three years
I could sense it in the special arrangement of birds that dark and purplish cloud messages extracted through wing
pigeon and crow converse with God told me how to face death Through the iron grille
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enzoandriani · 5 months
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davidralphlewis · 6 months
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fixing-bad-posts · 7 months
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[Image description: A cut-up/found poem. Transcript is below.]
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my daughter gets older she learns about my self removal she learns about my guilt
Taking my daughter to my laser hair removal appt so she doesn't feel so she doesn't get older so she doesn't care about it when Taking laser self removal
my daughter gets older she learns about hair she learns she doesn't care about my guilt she learns she doesn't care about my self removal
and so my daughter gets older Taking my daughter to my laser hair removal appt Taking my daughter to my removal
my daughter gets older my daughter gets older my daughter gets older
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flamingkorybante · 2 years
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“look at this
feel your heartbeat eat the world
your skin like an explosive
curl inside of a lover.
let your god penetrate you in
your blood, precious thing
red tubes that sing in it, the depths of you
this is a surgical drains love.
beautiful as a tongue in your hand
i know you didn’t know
they bring each breath you can wound yourself heal
you have torn your flower petal into the sun
afraid to the second but tenderer
you want to because you can
A cut up of a poem I wrote, juxtaposed with its process. This was created as part of my paper, “...That Which Wishes To Articulate Itself In You: Do’ikayt, Gender Euphoria, the Cut-Up Method, and Sacred Pleasure in Anarchist Jewish Mysticisms,” forthcoming in the Journal of Religion and the Arts. This was written as a spell in the legacy of Claude Cahun’s theory of revolutionary art, to serve as an invitation to the reader to engage with their own capacity to transform. 
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I gave a talk on this paper last week and one of the attendees told me the next day that as a result of these words, they had called their doctor that morning to schedule an appointment for hormones.
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panthermodern666 · 9 months
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Easy Shave
Handmade collage by Ed Constantine 2023
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exquisitelily · 6 months
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“The Atomic Man” and about 2 self portraits
Undersea green eyes, down then up again now a ceiling. the bulb is burnt out above that door. Mashallah he is at peace the boys grapple red and squinting below yellow cage lights it is 7:30 and misty so that my head slaps down on the mat.
And in those days from Cincinnati, when i ground down my teeth on grass and chewing straws i saw you, old bull lee, covered in snow, like a buffalo, with a styrofoam cup, dumb and hunched, like a buffalo, wielding fitz special of spiteful shock, drinking ten coffees in an hour, at a table, where you waited for me.
Pant on my shoulder blade to evaporate sweat when i can’t move, the glass is starting to pour down red and tear-drop. When we got off the plane in Cleveland i saw the Italian flag and nearly died, thought we got lost and backwards.
met the synchrotron and he told me Endless marrow-drips up my cheekbone caught in the proton beam with just one flash of light when it hit the nerve. a million swollen faces halfway but he insisted no pain, So I saved myself in knowledge he is at peace out west, americium in all his soft tissues.
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corduroyinstitute · 1 year
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We are pleased to welcome all fellow sonic researchers into our musical process, a process whereby we craft experimental pop songs out of improvised music and cut-up lyrics. When recording vocals, we typically rely on transcripts of our lyrical cutups, viewable either on mobile phones or a computer. Rare is the occasion when we read directly off the journal which contains our lyrics.
On October 2, 2022, however, we were faced by a broken laptop monitor. This fragmentation possessed an aesthetic beauty all its own and here it is for your viewing pleasure.
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This session was slated to continue the work begun on August 21, 2022. This was—and, at the time of this writing, is still—our most recent recording session, and we were eager to build upon it by adding vocals to the piece.
As the music played, S.A. Morin chose four stanzas which established the lyrics that would fit atop the piece we had improvised six weeks prior. His selections were assemblages of words crafted by W. Ruiz on 2022.08.03, 2022.08.22, and 2022.09.30. An order was established and then the lyrics were pasted directly onto our journal.
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The lyrics were then sung straight off the notebook. This approach gave the session a nostalgic air, closer in spirit to our earliest sessions in 2018 at the O'Higgins Laboratory of Recorded Sound. Impassioned vocal takes ensued as we began to build a pop song atop our musical improvisation. The performances were captured on video and photographed, mainly on a smartphone but also on a DSLR-styled superzoom camera.
Corduroy 73 remained dormant until March 12, 2023. It was on this date when Corduroy Institute convened to craft a mix from the original August improvisations and October vocals.
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