under the influence.....again

[psychonaut13]

ok, so i'm sure a lot of you have no idea(nor do you care) that i've written two books of "flow of consciousness prose". i've been gettin requests from a few ppl over the last few months for copies of my first book titled Under the Influence of Jazz so i've decided to make some more of them. i posted this on a local nightlife board and myspace so far, and have recieved a lot more response than i expected....so now i need to make up at least 4 sheet's worth of covers. the covers are all hand printed using a relief block method, and then the books are hand bound by yours truely.

if anyone is interested in getting a copy of this book, pm me through this board or email me at the email addy listed in my profile and i'll hook you up.

each copy of the book is $10...but bartering is not out of the question.

 

[imported_SuXoR]

Question:

"flow of consciousness prose" ???

Elaborate for this n00b... :?:

 

[psychonaut13]

ok...

flow of consciousness is just what it says....writing down what comes to mind at one given moment. for me, this is a wave of words, thoughts, mental imagery, and a very concise compostion...although it's virtually never edited from original form other than spelling and such.

beat refers to "beat generation" form of writing, utilizing rapid flow enunciation and often interplacement of words to achieve the desired rhythm pattern. think burroughs, keoruac, etc...

prose..well, prose is poetry with more of a story line form.

that answer it?

 

[psychonaut13]

here's an example....

this is the title piece to the next collection i'm working on to be entitled
b a c k s p a c e

I've been the duke of delete
the bastard of backspace for as long
as i've had pen to paper.
correcting the crypic admissions
through a cynical lens of consciousness
to insure that the intent doesn't betray itself
somewhere in here with the dotted eyes
and scrambling equlibriums

in everything there is a beginning
and that beginning calls for an end
to everything that we start
that we construct about ourselves
keeping the castle guarded
lighting the torches of our past
a badge to wear under the heart on our sleeves
the doilie of deeds better left unspoken
unspoiled by the ego's clutch on our memories.

on every page i've filled
there's fantasies fighting with
the freedom of information
sentences dooking it out with
the determination
to keep the inner workings of the mind
under wraps and swimming with the ice
at the bottom of another bourbon

some unspoken pact with my unconscious
to allow only so much view into
the dreams and curses that i mutter
in the moonlit hours of my life
knowing full well that the knowledge
of the withheld would be better served
by it's self, on a platter with all the poetic
trimmings and training

as time has dragged me along
it's pointed out the obvious
the oblivious nature of my own creative dweelings
must be made available to those that wish
to be unidated by the ungelating fabric
of my falicies. the flinching
of flesh as the pen tears it's path
through my psyche.

this is just another love letter
to the long dead legions of lessons
and teachers that taught themselves
out of a job
out of a window to look through
in on their aging pupil's perceptional passions
and make the mark of a passing grade for
their own abilities.

in everyone's life there comes a time
to say everything they've never said
this is mine.

welcome to b a c k s p a c e

**this piece is fresh off the screen, it has not be edited for spelling or anything like that just yet...so please excuse the mess**

 

[Intro]

this is just another love letter
to the long dead legions of lessons
and teachers that taught themselves
out of a job
out of a window to look through
in on their aging pupil's perceptional passions
and make the mark of a passing grade for
their own abilities.

Now THAT's good shit.

I'm a big fan of Beat and they've definitely influenced my personal writing. We'll hafta trade verses sometime..

 

[Intro]

high gloss floors, marble-like, reflecting bright flourescent light in bright white puddles. black plastic flip-flop drops up and down while the other is vacated for a spot on a seatback of the row ahead. the young lady in the gray sweater seems misled and her sentiments are echoed.

and I've fallen into another observational mode.

my eyes follow the wales of my corduroy pants, dancing through rows of waving grain. I think back on a day dominated by rain. the pretentious man with his dark suit and black umbrella, constantly pointing his finger to place the blame. we found our own reality in his actions - we found satisfaction in "what ifs". all more drastic and surely less effective than raising a mirror.

the hemp braids of my bracelet are slowly coming undone. I hate to see it go, but the creation itself was fun. three dark brown beads held loosely with square knots. there used to be a fourth and it served a purpose indeed, but for some reason I like it much better with three.

a mosaic of blah's hints to her level of interest, but she weathers the bullshit in preparation of an upcoming test. pardon me, exam - an unconscious correction from the bulky, bearded man.

I sat on the bricks and watched the bustling cul-de-sac. expensive cars and backpacks - mobile conversations and lack of patience. the cotton threads of the wick in tomorrow's philosophic wax? more likely CEO's with deepest thoughts towards income tax.

 

[Hypnos]

Try "Finnigan's Wake" by James Joyce. He came long before the Beat. I would say that Joyce was the first to truly experiment with the idea of steam of consciousness, which he did in "Ulysees" (I think it's considered one of the greatest books ever.)
Anyway, I tried to read "Ulysses" got about a third of the way before I couldnt' follow it anymore.

Not even a point in trying to read "Finnigan's Wake", unless you just like to read out loud and listen to the rythmic flow of the words. Just to prove that it's insane. Just to prove my point...Finnigan's Wake begins in the middle of a sentence. Of which, the first half is on the last page.


Btw. Awesome streams bunny, intro. I can never write/type fast enough to get my thoughts down...

 

[psychonaut13]

diggin on that shit up ^ there intro. nice nice nice! you should put a book together and come up to cola for a weekend, i'll teach you everything i know about makin the bastids and in the mean time we can get higher than giraffe pussy and rock the fuck out!

hynos, i agree with you about joyce playing a major role in the forming of precursors for the beat movement, but comparing the two is like apples and oranges. the beats took off where everyone else was afraid to go. out of the heart and into the mind and general consciousness. seemingly defying definition wasn't enough any more. not just typo quirks and back spins...but further yet down the hall.

 

[imported_Sadistic]

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[psychonaut13]

i don't know what about all this in this thread that made you think i'd enjoy this band but they do in fact ROCK!

 

[imported_Sadistic]

i don't know what about all this in this thread that made you think i'd enjoy this band but they do in fact ROCK!

Stream of consciousness lyrics

 

[psychonaut13]

ooohhhh. NJ MANG!

 

[psychonaut13]

books are done if anyone is interested, pm me.