I'm working on a set of pieces where the compositional procedure is the cut-up. This is not Gysin and Burroughs' large-scale aleatory slicing and rearranging. I'm working more deliberately with sentences, phrases, and words. They are all cherry-picked from one source, Gilbert White's
The Natural History of Selborne, a work at the wellspring of natural history writing. White was a clergyman in the second half of the eighteenth century who spent his life observing the weather, soils, geology, flora, and especially the fauna, and among the fauna especially the birds, of the parish where he was curate, Selborne in Southamptonshire. He wrote two series of letters about them to two different correspondents, Thomas Pennant and Daines Barrington. Although he meant to publish them as a book, the epistolary form creates a fine play between the scientific exactness of his observations and deductions and the more fully flavored style of his personal address to men he knew.
So I went through the whole book marking passages I wanted to use. Then I found the text online, downloadable from Project Gutenberg. Using my marked copy as a guide I found and copied the passages I wanted and pasted them into an ordinary Word document. Then I printed that out and for the last two days have been taking scissors to it. I'm filing the snippets in several envelopes as themes and subjects emerge; one will certainly be a natural-historical look at writers entitled "Life and Conversation of Animals." That one I have already begun to assemble, by taping down the snippets to a large quad-ruled sheet; I tape lightly at one end to make it easy to lift and move them.
I began by cutting out longer units, whole sentences in many cases running three or four lines of type. Wendy Walker, who has done this before and was watching me snip, then gave me some advice.
Wendy practiced this method in a piece she wrote in 1993, "My Man," which was published in Conjunctions. It was made up of bits from Joseph Conrad's novel Nostromo (which is Italian dialect for "our man"). She wrote "My Man" as a "critical fiction," that is, a non-discursive comment on or reading of a text by using the self-critique that every text contains in the fiber of its language. She did this as an alternative to writing an analytical essay for the NEH seminar she was attending.
The advice she gave me was to cut up the sentences into smaller bits, and to make the cuts in odd places: not to isolate phrases such as prepositional phrases, for instance, but to cut after the preposition, or between the adjective and the noun it modifies.
I have been thinking about these two methods. The first, assembling a piece out of long phrases or whole sentences placed in a different sequence, makes it harder to connect them. (I have not allowed myself to add words of my own, though at some point I might try cutting up two different texts and merging them, a sort of collaged chimera.) And the original author's voice is much more strongly present in the form-of-phrase. I'm very fond of White's style, and I like the way that reordering his statements brings out their shapeliness. But I took what was left over after cutting out those longer bits and cut that into shorter, one-to-five-word segments. My plan is to make one piece exclusively from the longer bits, one exclusively from the shorter ones, and a third that uses both. The last will give me most control but also involve my making many more decisions.
The Writhing Society tried this kind of cut-up with one letter from Selborne last Wednesday. I copied it from the online text and printed it out large on a tabloid-sized sheet. The participants got to work with scissors and glue sticks. I can now say that tape works much better than glue sticks. It took us the two full hours to get a product; I think I bit off more than we could chew. But it was very interesting to see what five different people made of the same text, Letter XVII to Pennant in case you're interested. It's an unusual letter, being about reptiles and amphibians, and contains gems such as "The copulation of frogs (or at least the appearance of it, for Swammerdam proves that the male has no penis intrans) is notorious to everybody." The results were very satisfactory. Half the pleasure of The Writhing Society meetings is hearing what directions other people have gone off in, starting from the same point. "Writhing" is all about alternativity.