This just screams "Fluxus" to me...

Maybe ca. 1960?  

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Subject: Re: [ARSCLIST] William S. Burroughs Centenary

On 02/04/2014 09:57 PM, David Lewis wrote:
> Today is the 100th birthday of author William S. Burroughs. One 
> technique that he pioneered was the audio tape "cut up;" a random 
> collection of spoken word bits achieved by turning on and turning off 
> a tape machine at random intervals during newscasts. His efforts 
> towards this end occurred years before anyone else worked in this way, 
> and it would later become a major component in industrial music, 
> particularly in the 80s.
> This is one of the few early examples of such work ever to be 
> published. I have long wanted to truly date it, as "Early 1960s" is as 
> close as anyone ever got to a date, and I'm sure Bill had no idea 
> himself. The source appears to be New York City radio, flipping across 
> the dial. WINS is mentioned at one point.
> Of course, fragments are fragments, and the aim was to achieve 
> combinations of fragments that would tend to transcend the meaning of 
> what was spoken and to create new meaning. But as close as I can get 
> to a date for this is late April, early May 1965, owing to references 
> to snipers in the Dominican Republic during the Civil War there.
> Can anyone else get closer, or am I on the wrong track?
> David N. Lewis
> Lebanon, OH

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To the end of his life, Mr. Burroughs remained pessimistic about the
future for humankind.  In "Ghost of a Chance," he lamented the
destruction of the rain forests and their creatures and wrote: "All
going, to make way for more and more devalued human stock, with less
and less of the wild spark, the priceless ingredient - energy into
matter.  A vast mudslide of soulless sludge."

                                 "William S. Burroughs, the Beat Writer Who
                                  Distilled His Raw Nightmare Life, Dies 
at 83"
                                 - from obit by Richard Severo. NY Times,
                                   97 August 4