miércoles, 12 de noviembre de 2014


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William S. Burroughs The Job 

sábado, 25 de octubre de 2014

The Burroghs Algorithm Proyect

"Writing is fifty years behind painting“, says William Burroghs, quoting Mr. Brion Gysin, in The Job, “Why this gap? Because the painter can touch and handle his medium and the writer cannot. The writer does not yet know what words are. It is to be hoped that the extension of cut-up techniques (...) could lead to a precise science of words and show how certain word combinations produce certain effects on the human nervous system”. 

Very few writers had spoken up about the ancient machine we all inherit, the mother language, the common tongue. While his fellow artists, the painters, were drawing a meteoric journey through abstraction, most writers were using nineteenth century patterns to reflect a fragmented reality. Mr Burroghs was not only a writer but a full artist on a tremendous self-imposed quest to find a real way of communication between human brains. Cut-up techniques, tape recorders, scientologist ideas, alien invasions, hard /soft drugs experiences, sexual cataclysms... were his “mediums” to achieve an expanded conscience in order to discover the inputs –words, images, radiations, orgasms...- that make the brain function. If Mr Burroughs were still living among us, he would probably consider the Internet as the global human nervous system he was talking about. The office of Narrative Science, the company that designs algorithms that could write articles and win the Pulizter Prize, sounds like one of his Naked lunch plots. May be its possible to honour his memory by creating a “Burroughs algorithm”, turning rough data into powerful awareness.

miércoles, 8 de enero de 2014

En la pradera

Déjame, por favor 
soñar cinco minutos más, 
por lo menos, hasta que terminen 
los fuegos artificiales 
y podamos llevarnos un pez de colores 
a casa.

Déjame soñar 
que miro 
cómo tú y tu amiga 
dais vueltas en una cosa llamada Cyclone 
mientras llueve 
y no me importa.

Déjame soñar 
un rato nada más 
que todo lo que tuvo que venir 
no existe 
ni tiene porqué.

Déjame soñar 
cinco minutos más 
que tal vez con eso 
pueda ser feliz.