Ass-thete

 

 

"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.[…] 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.[1]"

 

You are an ass. The ass is taking over the head, claiming all possible functions at once, mocking the previous hierarchy of the organisation of a human body guided by the reason or whatever one finds in the head.

 

Look again at your previously written story. Find its ass. If you don't see one, make it up or become one, taking on a voice, the ass would have. Ready yet? Now, mock, insult and caricature your previous depiction, from the newly found perspective. 

Then make the parody so credible as it would be the only one ever. To be sure, destroy the first story you've made up. 


[1] Burroughs, William. 1966. Naked Lunch. Grove Press, Inc. New York. p. 131-133

 

 

you will have 15 min to do so


.again... if you prefer to write alone. do it. If you wants to write with others who possibly chose the same role, go here


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