For today’s poetry challenge, I’m inspired to create a poem using the fold-in technique, made famous by William Burroughs.
Splicing together paragraphs from different books offers interesting juxtapositions of text and image. “When you cut into the present the future leaks out.” said Burroughs. I walked over to my bookcase and selected the first two books that caught my attention.
I opened to a random page — The Crack-Up, a collection of writings by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The book fell open at page 161; Scott Fitzgerald’s Notebooks, Section J, Jingles and Songs.
This is the story of Fitzgerald’s “crack-up”, his quick descent from success to failure and despair and his determined recovery. Fitzgerald died in 1940 at the age of 44. “Sometimes,” Scott Fitzgerald once said: “I don’t know whether I’m real or whether I’m a character in one of my own novels.”
“Inspector Hans Bärlach, at the end of his career and suffering from cancer, is recovering from an operation. He witnesses how his friend Dr. Samuel Hungertobel turns pale and becomes nervous when looking at a photograph in a magazine he is reading. The person pictured is the German Dr. Nehle who carried out horrific experiments on prisoners in a concentration camp in Gdansk (Poland) and is believed to have committed suicide in Chile in 1945. Dr Hungertobel explains that his colleague Fritz Emmenberger, who was in Chile during the war, closely resembles Dr. Nehle.”
I opened The Quarry at a random page and used a piece of plain white paper to cover half the words on that page. I used the same technique with the Fitzgerald book.
I merged half lines of two verses from the poem ‘Clay Feet’ on page 161 of Fitzgerald’s book with a paragraph of half lines from Dürrenmatt’s book.
This is the result of the fold-in experiment. For clarification, Fitzgerald’s words are in regular typeface, Dürrenmatt’s words are in italics.
The Crack-Up Quarry
I can see them, sometimes
was completely baffled.
Glasses. He always did that when he was…
Noon burns, and soon there come
Times said the Commissioner. He readily
The pale and ravaged places
Wasn’t always easy to give shelter to
ago adorned. — And Seeing,
and he, Barlach, would have to bear
falters as an invalid…
Clandestine alcoholic. He would
Did something in their being
to call the clinic Sonnenstein in Zurich.
From them when my ideal did?
A bed for Barlach under the name of
Ghosts, cast down by that young damning,
He should describe him as a freshly
answer: I heard but you say,
but rich patient
weak. We failed a bit in shamming.
Want to go to (his colleague Fritz) Emmenberger? Dr Hungertobel
Black associates of the Joker have kidnapped Batman and Robin and, at gunpoint, forced the Caped Crusaders to help aspiring rappers escape from the Hood. A yet to be famous musician called Gill Scott-Heron narrates the story.
Batman in Harlem.
Aspiring rappers nicknamed the Sharp Necks are clamoring to gain entry to the Story Avenue club.
I shall not stay awhile under this duress, says Batman.
Say, what’s up, Bruce, you don’t dig the jive in Harlem?
I’m late for an appointment with the Mayor of Gotham City, opines Batman.
Lights! Camera! Action!
Okay, in today’s episode, you and
Robin spin the turntables forward and
retrograde mimicking the paths of planets.
Are you down with you that plan, B?
Batman says nothing.
He’s a superhero. KABOOM!
What’s our payoff ? POW!!
We are company that his soul can’t bear to keep. SPLAT!!!
Roll away the stone, put your smoke in the air. HOLY SMOKES BATMAN. Life
is waiting and we gonna peel outta the ghetto like apples falling far from the tree. ZAP!!
Hey you poets with the gold teeth – wave your hands in the air.
I present to you: Robin and Batman. The original R n B!
The crowd go wild. Stamping. Clapping. Cheering. Whistling.