William S Burroughs reported to Ginsberg, in their correspondence, the
Yage Letters, that the psychedelic plant : "
Yage is space time travel ... new races as yet unconceived and unborn, combinations not yet realized passes through your body. Migrations, incredible journeys through deserts and jungles and mountains ", what Gilles Deleuze would call the virtual, Bergson’s cone of passing time, in which the tip is the passing present under a never ending pushing of time’s presence, in which everything that happens in its infinity of detail (a leaf falling for a twitch of a breeze) is recorded for all eternity and perpetually reshuffled by the passing present of actualized time (what is actually done), Jung’s collective unconscious as yet unrealized …Borges’ hexagonal library of Babel playing its infinity of references in the limited boundaries of the alphabet or ideograms…in fact the “potential” or the “virtual” (what doesn’t happen but could) is just the simple fact of the everlasting (weight of the) past in its relation to the ever stretching present, which like a pebble thrown in a pond, ripples its concentric effects by waves of kaleidoscopic shifts in a perpetual reshuffle of the cards, a perpetual rearranging the past, what we simply call the future…difference and repetition, difference in repetition, repetition in difference…
As Burroughs would say, life is a cut-up, life is made of cut-ups; time is the fabric of life, the mere juxtaposing of the cut-ups of history, whether personal, human or cosmic…montage as animism…
Calling up…cutting up, cutting up all the texts of the world and reassembling them in new positions, thus creating new meanings which subvert Control and Power, Matter, DNA itself, “
Il n'y a pas de hors-texte“ … “
There is no outside-text” to quote Derrida.
When the Text is cut-up new spontaneous meanings emerge, meanings which were not inherent in the original Text, spewing a way out of the Control mechanisms of Language… infecting virus-like, from one person to another, from one generation to another… how we experiences our inner and external environment, Language is the boundary in which we experience the touching of the world… we touch the world with Words…and kick-it-up with cut-ups..
Burroughs redefines the kick as, "
seeing things from a special angle, to Kick is momentary freedom from the chains of the aging, cautious, nagging, frightened flesh."… by removing deeper from the Language fix..Let the dice role... and the right-0n the edge of Chaos combination emerge…
As Burroughs said : “
Out of hundreds of possible sentences that I might have used, I chose one"
..the one and only…
…like in the 1920s when DaDa Founder Tristan Tzara created a poem on the spot by pulling words out of a hat…too much to bear for mere humans…a riot ensued and wrecked the theater at which these Dada poetical muses where happening..l.ater André Breton expelled Tristan Tzara from the Surrealist movement…and Freud grounded the cut-ups in the psychoanalyst’s “free associations” method, in order to master and repress the irrevocable chaos of the cut-ups, of the animism of the Word made flesh, yet again..
