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Dances with Whales, Winces with Dulls
At one time in my life, I experimented with writing my own cut-up novel. Heavily into Keroauc, Ginsberg and Burroughs at the time, heavily into mind-altering additives of several varieties, spending late nights in cafes discussing Gertrude Stein and Pound’s … Continue reading
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Tagged cut-up novels, Dada, excerpts, Jack Keroauc, William S Burroughs
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