navigating a wild stream

I'm almost done with Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury and it is one crazy ass book. I am reading it and trying to make sense of it and it is challenging me with every turn to not get lost.

I keep asking myself, when is this happening? or who is this character? or is this the same character from before?. It's all thrown together and confusing the hell out of me, but I'm enjoying myself. I can't wait to finish it, go back and reread some sections to make more sense of them, and then reflect.

That was a side note. What I wanted to mention is that, while reading The Sound and the Fury, I got an idea. An original idea, although I bet if i did the research someone has thought of it before.

My idea is to use some canonical work, like the Christian Bible, one of Shakespeare's longer plays, Invisible Man, Ulysses, Catch-22, The Great Gatsy, one of those "great" books and write a story using all the words in one of those books. I'd get a computer to get a count of how many times each individual word is used.

And then I would plan and outline and I would write a book, using the exact same words from another book.

Would that be art
plagiarism
intellectual dishonesty
literary ingenuity
or perhaps a bit of everything?

Has it been done? I'm not sure, I'll look into it.

But yeah, that would be an interesting oeuvre, something original from something already a fixture.

I got that idea while I was reading and saying to myself, where the hell did he get that from? or why does this make very little sense?. I like it though, that ambiguity. That discomfort is great and has me all sorts of feeling weird.

Livid lipid

I am saturated
fat

An exercise in
heart attacks
A motion across the salty
ocean of my luscious lips
with tortilla crisps chipping
away at cactus dips

A trip down your intimate tunnels and byzantine canals
funnels me to an organ most banal
your beat, beating heart
priceless, worthless, priceful, worthful
and I will take my cymbals
and not give you the satisfaction
of hearing them crack, hiss, crash, grunt

Rather, a series of clamps, of heartbreaking
pinches, unnerving, out muscling,
intruding
How rude, I know
but that's food, now go

and eat me again
and again
and a
gain