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William S. Burroughs - The Man Who Taught His Asshole To Talk  

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Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I 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 ventriloquist 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 started 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:

‘It’s you who will shut up in the end not me. Because we don’t 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 tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call UDT — un-differentiated 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 amputated spontaneous — (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) except for the eyes, you dig?


That’s one thing the asshole couldn’t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off.

For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering 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 crab’s eyes on the end of a stalk.’

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  • 16/2/10 22:51  

    Convite para participar do evento performático


    [medit-ação n.1




    [O que é?


    Isto é um convite para participar de uma medit-ação performática.
    Um flash-mob prolongado.
    Uma alteração do eixo espaço-tempo.
    Uma respiração diferenciada que conduz a uma percepção alterada.
    Iremos nos sentar no chão, em posição de meditação, e meditar.
    Só isso.
    Sua presença é fundamental.


    [Quando? Onde?


    Quinta-feira, dia 25 de fevereiro, nas praças principais de todas as cidades do Brasil.
    No Rio de Janeiro, será no Largo da Carioca.
    Das 12:00 às 12:30 horas.
    É possível chegar atrasado, se sentar e participar. É possível ficar mais tempo do que o tempo estipulado.


    [O que faremos?


    Simplesmente sentar e meditar.
    Sentar com as pernas cruzadas, com os olhos abertos.
    Fixamos um ponto e estabilizamos a mente.
    Paramos de reagir de forma condicionada.
    Ampliamos nossa liberdade.
    Nos apropriamos do espaço público.
    Não fingimos que meditamos. Meditamos mesmo.
    Percebemos o que acontece à nossa volta.
    Mas não reagimos.
    É possível. Sim.


    [Como ir?


    Qualquer roupa serve.
    Porém, para dar uma unidade visual, é sugerido calça jeans e uma camiseta
    azul, vermelha, verde, branca ou amarela.


    [Quem organiza?


    Esta é uma iniciativa coletiva, de todos que querem paz, luz, liberdade e que acreditam também
    que o espaço público não precisa ser funcionalizado. Pertence a todos nós.
    Portanto, todo mundo está convidado.




    Participem dessa experiência!
    Quem quiser documentar (fotografar, filmar) será igualmente bem-vindo.


    Por favor, divulgem este e-mail para todos os seus conhecidos.
    Quanto mais gente houver, mais interessante será!!

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