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On Sat,
2 Aug 1997, Jeffrey Weinberg wrote:
>
William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.
>
Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.
>
This is
quite possibly the shittiest year of my life.
Hunke, Jan, and
George
Burns were just last year. Ginsberg,
then Robert Mitchum and
Jimmy
Stewart. Now Old Bull. I've no heroes left.
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Alex
Howard (704)264-8259 Appalachian State
University
kh14586@acs.appstate.edu P.O. Box 12149
http://www.acs.appstate.edu/~kh14586 Boone, NC 28608
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 00:52:43 -0400
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granted
i'm only 23 and haven't been beyond the Jersey Shore but ever
since i
started reading about William Burroughs and the many stories
about
this literary genius, i just have to say that living in the time of
greats
(Ginsberg, Burroughs,...even Ballard) this is how it must have
been to
live in the days of Shakespeare. Now that bill has past on, i as
a
writer have nothing to be inspired by,( notice a tad of hero worship)
nothing
to
gain
since there will never be any more writings of william s burroughs.
maybe now they'll lower the damn price
on Naked Lunch the video,
(corporate
scheme) maybe now Buscemi will be in a movie about Burrough's
life.
Hell, get Copolla to film "On the Road" or something to document
the
lives of the Beats in a way we can all remember them by. Do this so they
will
continue to influence our banal artistic existence that the 90s have
been
serving us.
I may
be getting a bit deep and depressing, but i've never lived in a time
period
with literary legends until now.
i don't believe in the christian
afterlife but if its true then
Burroughs,
Kerouac, Ginsberg, Sommervillle and Gysin will have all
eternity
to be creative.
oh one more thing: if it matters, my
birthday is on February 5th
too,
1974. It's exactly sixty years apart from Bill's.
we love you
Old Bull Lee,
jason
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Date: Sat, 2 Aug 1997 23:25:47 -0700
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Greetings
beetles, we are doing a "round robin" poetry to capture the
spirit
of the first ever Bay Area beat-l party.
*****
a
generation gap
a
sparking of times, events, and people i scarecly recognize
grabbing
together all pieces in my memory of who these people are
and
almost succeeding
talking
of times, events and memories that occurred before i was born
of sex,
drugs, events, places that no longer exist
a
matter of bridging together those who knew and those who are just
begining
to know
of
sparking interst in new blood to rejuvinate the passion and the
rawness
of the beat generation
of
drinking wine, of laughing, of smoking dope
and
feeling like a child sitting at the adults party
just
listening and absorbing everything in
and
learning along the way -by lisa rabey
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All
right, time, you fucker,
You
killed him tonight.
So I
take you by the throat and I ask.
These
gathered Homerics,
Veterans
of battles
Whose
songs, even, scarce reach me.
Is
their blood and mine kin?
Or must
I tromp
Down
dauntless corridors
That
their wisdom
Of pot
and wine and strange deathless camaraderie,
Their
true blood,
Might
flow and fire these very veins?
- Michael R. Brown
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 02:40:25 -0400
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Subject: WSB
Earth receive an honored guest
Old Bull Lee is laid to rest
Son-of-a-Bitch, what a lousy stinkin' day.
Dixon
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 03:01:19 -0400
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Yes,
he's dead,
and the
world cranks over
once
more
L Coomber
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James
Stauffer wrote:
>
>
Beat-ler's
>
>
Present, James Stauffer, Sherri, Glenn
Todd,
>
Ernie Edwards, Lisa Rabey and friend Michael, Jerry and Estelle Cimino.
>
Leon Tabory just called and is on the way from San Francisco with Anne
>
Marie Murphey.
>
sweet
beats
i sat
and looked at him, peacful. interesting looking even still and
palest
yet.
james
on his knees, james was son and father to william,
credit
him with williams joy and bouyancy, he saved williams life,
i
always saw the deep respect they felt for each other, love and ease.
a
grandmas house with ponds and fish, and
god he
deeply loved his cats, his memories and caring for those
to him
magical beasts. i teased him once about a picture where he
craddled
lena and said, not too many pictures of him craddling,
he
looked shocked and said we have great pictures of me craddling cats.
that
cats were just perfect for craddling.
he had
a good time here in kansas, he seemed happy and interested.
if any
word fits him it would be interested. he was so excited and
interested
in life, his focus was remarkable. He
was just a damn fine
friend
and buddy. fun and kind and made me less provincial.
his
house with the deep rich red porch. is gathering bouquets now in the
dark,
his friend were mostly young people but george was old and dear.
celebrate
,move on clear
p
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 01:19:23 -0700
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At 6:12
PM -0700 8/1/97, James William Marshall wrote:
> If
he gets bored, he can shoot me, I wouldn't mind.
>
james
what about the women
the
ones you said you'd bring around
the
cheap ones and the earnest ones
and the
diamond you stuck in yer bed?
honey
she don't mind you forever
she
just lay you down and fuck you
can't
bear to be burdened flat and magnificent
as she
sucks and burrows and angles over everything
centered
on yer head
flying
flying and centered right on
lift of
helium, lift of spirits, propulsion
married,
flirtatious, original sin
take
the baby and kick him
beat
him, destroy him
if I
were you, I'd run
>
James M.
http://www.electriciti.com/babu/ |
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step
aside, and let the man go thru
| { - |
----> let the man go thru
| /\ |
super
bon-bon (soul coughing)
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Jeffrey
Weinberg wrote:
>
>
William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.
>
Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.
I
strain to believe
the
words i read
that
tell of the passing
of a
mind
so
powerful
so
influential
on my
life
can it
be true?
yes.
oh God
and gods tell me no
but
their voices
merely
affirm
the
truth
and the
great sadness
falls
down over me
surrounds
my mind
and my
body
compleatly
and totally
tears
stream down
my face
at our
loss
a mind
so far ahead
loss
loss
loss
only
words my fingers
can
think to hit
the
keyboard
i want
to use three
tape
recorders to show
it
isn't true
but
fear it would fail
how
does one describe
a mind
that
has
directed my quests
for so
long
i don't
know
i will
share in
s i
l e n c e
david
rhaesa
salina
Kansas
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This is
the worst fucking year I've ever had.
Everyone's
dying on me.
Family,
friends, and heroes.
MotherFUCK.
Adrien
"When
I become death, death is the seed from which I grow."
--Uncle
Bill
(I have
a .wav file of that quote (63k), and I can send it out to anyone
who
wants it. Lemme know.)
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Date: 97-08-03 05:19:03 EDT
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Please
come to the Beat Generation private chat room today beginning at noon
EDT
(9am PDT) for a time of reflection on the life of the great, gritty,
naked
William S. Burroughs, who has passed over to the other side.
Bring
writing, poetry, your own heart and soul and gather together here: <A HR
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A snip
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Did I
Ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk?
by
William S. Burroughs
Did I
ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole
abdomen
would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike
anything
I had ever heard.
"This
ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like
you
gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels
sorta
cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this
talking
hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you
could
smell.
"This
man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a
novelty
ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he
called
"The Better 'Ole' that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it
but it
was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?'
"'Nah!
I had to go relieve myself.'
"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
start
eating. He thought this was cute at first and built and 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.'
"After
that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a
tadpole's
tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call
un-D.T.,
Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on
the
human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to
his
hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a
glob of
it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would
have
have amputated spontaneous- except for the EYES you dig. That's one
thing
the asshole COULDN'T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve
connections
were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn't
give
orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while
you
could
see the
silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally
the
brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more
feeling
in them than a crab's eyes on the end of a stalk.
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Excerpts
from Mississippi - November 1992
>From
the farmhouse you could see the pyramids you could see the Berlin
wall
you could see Saturn=92s rings and Zeus and Prometheus came by for
coffee
from time to time and Sisyphus rolled by once in early September
and wished
me a happy birthday and I asked him how he knew and he said
he=92s
a psychic stone roller. I asked him if
he was happy and he told m=
e
that
it=92s just a myth and not to get caught up in Ms. Grundy=92s angst.=
=20
tell
her to go fly a kite and if you fly one with her the nanny might
quit
and then Mary Poppins will show up and invite you to marry her
sister
Isis and live in a farmhouse ....
Not
many people came by the farmhouse after she put the blankets over
the
windows the rumor was that the house was cursed and that the ghosts
living
there ate children for breakfast. But
after the exorcism the
neighbor
boy called me Tarzan and I bummed smokes from his Mom ...
Marlboro=92s
I think although it was a long time back.
Dennis
Hopper came by and couldn=92t decide if he was in Blue Velvet or
Razor=92s
edge and he slipped back and forth as he knocked on the door an=
d
asked
if I could spare a cup of cogentin and I olbiged him and he
disappeared
into one of the graves by the Casey=92s.
And
Burroughs came with Calamity. and I
talked of cut-ups and rhetoric
and
listend to Burroughs talk with JW=92s mixes of Amazing Grace and Ben=92=
s
acid
house music and we watched the sparkles on the ceiling and made a
tape of
it and when we got claustrophobic Old Bull told us that he=92d
watch
the farmhouse while we were out in the Iowa hills=20
somewhere
between Riverside and Heaven and looking up at the sky we
realized
that there wasn=92t any real difference between the Iowa skyline
and the
O=92Hare lightshow and we hurried back to tell Old Bull (after
being
chased by a rapid dog) we flew back on a DC-10 that we created in
our
mutual hallucination and we got back to the farmhouse and dashed
into
the blue room and Calamity had headed for the 6-20 to bond and we
turned
to find Burroughs had slipped out through the cassette deck
And
James Dean was hiding in the closet though it appeared Burroughs had
visited
him there for an interlude. If James
hadn=92t left his motorcycl=
e
in the driveway
nobody ever would have known but he left it there and
Sue had
pointed it out to me and we found him in the closet and Calamity
invited
him to come out but Jimmy Dean said he=92d wait for Cher at the
Five
and Dime and Calamity told him that Cher was busy with Jack in
Eastwick.
Jack
was saying =93Honey I=92m Home=94 as he tied her to a stake and burn=
ed
her
like in Salem, like Joan of Arc, like me in the WRAC house, a vision
during
a drumming ritual, before Joy hit my drum to say I saw safe and
Jack
didn=92t bother with using gays for kindling like they did when they
invented
the word faggot before the kindling faggot was just European
for
cigarette butt and Calamity would go int the closet and talk to
Jimmy
Dean from time to time I didn=92t eavesdrop on those times.
Calamity
left to watch the mentals and used my house as a reference and
I
wondered if he thought I was crazier than the ones with blades in
their
arms and I sonwered if I was crazier than the ones with blades in
their arms.
=20
And as
I walked through the madness I would sometimes stop at the Bowery
across
the street at Gypsy Daisy=92s and watch Melanie at Woodstock on TV
while a
Manson look-alike made love to an imaginary canary in the soup
kitchen.
Burroughs
came back to help me with the Voodoo ritual and then all those
people
came to look at the farmhouse and I showed Burroughs the Aleph
and we
talked with Borges in the basement with the silver-mirrored walls
and
candles and we talked to Woody and Leadbelly and Burroughs said he
preferred
Jazz and I said I had hillbilly roots and he said that
explained
a lot. Which struck me funny because it
was the same thing
Sue had
said.
And I
need to go turn Kerouac over - listen to his other side - You
really
have to wonder how many sides there are to Jack Kerouac to Allen
Ginsberg
to William Burroughs they have many sides many angles and I
wonder
if you put them together in a jigsaw puzzle or a rubix cube if
anyone
could put the pieces together and I wonder how many different
pictures
patterns could come from them. =20
With
genetic engineering we could take Jack, Allen and Bill throw in a
little
bit of Dylan for muse and sprinkle on some Billie Holiday and
throw
it in the old genetic mixer and watch those DNA spirals twist and
turn
throw the mix into a pan and toss it in the oven and I wonder if
they=92d
come out of the oven looking like Hansel or Gretel? And would
they be
allergic to ginger-bread?
You
know DNA is just AND spelled backwards.
It=92s kind of funny that it
took
the scientists so long to discover the importance of those three
letters
when I learned it on Saturday morning cartoons =93Conjunction
Junction
- What=92s Your Function - picking up words and prhases and
clauses=94
Clauses
in the grammatical sense not in the Santa sense. Santa Claus is
a myth
like Sisyphus like Kerouac Ginsberg and Burroughs aren=92t myths
yet
cause they ain=92t dead. They=92re
legends in their own time.
But
what time is it?
Beat
time?
Burroughs
says that you can=92t go back to the 20s and if you can it=92s
only as
an observer and he explained out of body experience to me and I
have to
wonder if I went back to Saint Joseph Missouri right now and
explained
out of body experiences to old Doc Whitehead
--- I wonder if
he=92d
lock me up and give me Haldol again and would be short change on
the
cogentin?
Lock-jaw.
=20
Lock-jaw
is a frightening thing when you=92re wanting to be a singer but
now it
doesn=92t matter cuz I want to be a typer. I can=92t say i=92m a
writer
more like Jack it=92s typing and that=92s a compliment to him. It=
=92s
rainy
and gloomy here in the attic and the phone won=92t be on until
tomorrow
and although I should go vacuum the cave and turn in the cave I
think i=92ll
wat until tomorrow=20
better for the digestive
system you know=20
to put off until
tomorrow=20
what you were supposed to put
off until yesterday
but
what if they call the law again and demand more money capitalist
yuppie
pigs. Dear Landlord please don=92t put
a price on my soul. hell
-- you
can=92t touch my soul but does it really matter whether I vacuum
the
fucking place. You and I both know that
you=92re going to clean it
again and
paint and everything before somebody else moves in to that
cave. Can=92t you just leave me alone leave my
wallet along
Leave
me with Bill and Jack and Allen and Bob and all the other friends
I
haven=92t ever met except in my mind. A
meeting of the minds.
A
meeting of the minds. We had a meeting
of the minds once right out
there
on Centennial Bridge - Burroughs, Kerouac and Dizzie Gillispie
with
Charlie Parker riding around in a pick up truck with JW and the
truck
said Dirty Dawg on the side of it. And
Burroughs suggested a
drink.
Burroughs
suggested a drink and we ducked into a little dive with Elvis
on the
walls, Elvis on Velvet on the walls of the bar and I asked if
water
was free and the bartender kicked us out so JW and Charlie Parker
pointed
us down the street to a place called the Doo Dah or the Bar
depending
on your dimension and Jack and Bull and I went in and watched
the
scene and I sang along with the music in my head which didn=92t alway=
s
match
the jukebox but nobody noticed and then Black Bart came in with
his
twenty gallon cowboy hat and sat down in the middle of the bar and
he was
showing off until I sang:
ABC as
easy as 123 I tell you know do re mi ABC 123 baby you and me girl
and he
about broke his neck looking at this lily white bum sitting with
a bunch
of beat old ghosts singing the Jackson-Five and I through to
myself
what did he expect me to sing some Partridge Family Shit like
I think
I love you
or the theme from the Love boat.
I went
to the phone pressed the secret combination to announce the
rapture
and as I walked out of the bar I heard Burroughs croak to
Kerouac =93How long do you think it=92ll
take?=94 So I started my stop =
watch
and my
countdown timer and set my alarm for midnight Greenwich Mean Time
and
wondered what time it was at the Admiral=92s Place on Cherry Tree Lan=
e
just
down the block from number 17 .....
and I
stood on the corner and sang =93When the Saint=92s go Marching In=94=
and
Kerouac
and Burroughs and I must have looked like Willie and the Poor
Boys
white-washed gosts singing of saints and some woman warned me that
i=92d
be arrested and I announced that my old roommate worked for the US
attorney
general and let them try to arrest me -
it was true about the
roommate
and an old friend was also working for the Supreme Court but it
would
take a few more days for me to marry her in a Star Trek wedding at
the
Foundation stone across the river with the streets lined with
pennies
and Burroughs and Jack said they couldn=92t keep up and I told
them
i=92d catch them later and went out in search of Charlie Parker and
JW
across the Centennial Bridge .
(must
have seemed really crazy walking around talking to all these folks
that
nobody else could see)
david
rhaesa=20
salina,
Kansas
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 07:07:39 -0400
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From: Diane De Rooy <Ddrooy@AOL.COM>
Subject: beat generation chat room on aol
I may
have sent a fucked-up link to the beat generation chat room. Here it is
again:
<A HREF="aol://2719:2-2-beat
generation">beat generation</A> .
If this
doesn't work, send me an instant message once online, and i'll get
you
there.
If
anyone knows of an Internet location where people from all services can
gather
and chat live, this would be a great time to do that. Otherwise, I
don't
know how to get people to the chatroom on AOL if they aren't
subscribers.
If you
can get to the bg chatroom, it's happening at noon EDT, 9am PDT.
If you
can't come, and want to send a condolence or message, feel free to
send
your message through me and i will read it there, transcribe the chat,
and
send a copy to you later.
Any
other questions, please feel free to write or phone me.
ddr
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 14:16:46 +0200
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"Something,
someone, some spirit was pursuing
all of
us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us
before
we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on
it,
this only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The
one
thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us
sigh
and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the
remembrance
of some lost bliss that was probably experienced
in the
womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to
admit
it) in death." --- Jack Kerouac.
At
23.26 02/08/97 -0400, Jeffrey Weinberg <Waterrow@AOL.COM> wrote:
>William
Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.
>Cause
of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.
>
>
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Rinaldo
Rasa wrote:
>
>
"Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing
>
all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us
>
before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on
>
it, this only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The
>
one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us
>
sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the
>
remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced
> in
the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to
>
admit it) in death." --- Jack Kerouac.
>
> At
23.26 02/08/97 -0400, Jeffrey Weinberg <Waterrow@AOL.COM> wrote:
>
>William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.
>
>Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.
>
>
>
>
"Now
there are two routes to immortality.
They might be designated as:
slow
down or speed-up, or straight-ahead or detour.
Reference aphorisms
of the
Old White Hunter. In the time that you
face death directly, you
are
immortal. That's the straight-ahead
route. The slow-down detour
vampire
route -- take a little, leave a little, sure, skim a year off a
thousand
citizens, they won't know the difference -- but what happens
when
you run short of citizens, which you will sooner or later? Also,
speed
up route is a kill route, whereas slow-down is a manipulate,
degrade,
humiliate, enslave route.
So how does one face death head on?
... without flinching and without
posturing
-- which is always to be seen as a form of evasion, runs away,
like
Lord Jim and Francis Macomber, there is hope.
. . . a well-known and documented
schism, something familiar about that
figure
moving farther and farther away.
'Why! Himself!' Like the song
say,
'They don't come back, won't come back, once they're gone . . .'"
p.119-120 William S. Burroughs, My Education: A Book
of Dreams.
listening
to Lou Reed's "Magic and Loss" cd -- pass through the fire
right
now. As things are going in fates magic
circles these days, this
cd
could wear out at any moment.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 11:33:04 -0400
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The
muse is satiated
Her
wand of magic distilled
Her
nefarious boy came home
Charles
Plymell, Cherry Valley, NY, August 3, 1997
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From: Pamela Beach Plymell
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Subject: Burroughs
Comments:
To: Seward23@aol.com, love_singing@msn.com, jamesstauffer
<stauffer@pacbell.net>,
baculum@mci2000.com,
jwhite333@sprintmail.com, fi@oceanstar.com
The
muse is satiate and paid
Her
wand of magic distilled
Her
nefarious boy came home
And
cats have found their pillows
Charles
Plymell, Cherry Valley, NY, August 3, 1997
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 12:36:51 -0400
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From: Pamela Beach Plymell
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Subject: Re: Meet me in St. Louie
Comments:
To: jamesstauffer <stauffer@pacbell.net>,
Seward23@aol.com,
love_singing@msn.com, baculum@mci2000.com,
brooklyn@netcom.com
Last
night two arrogantly greatfully beaufil tiger lilies burst into bloom in
front
of our house. Our old rescued stray cat, Mr, Buster had one of his
animal
friends (I think young Mr. Skunky)
sneak in for dinner. The new
catfood
box was empty.
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 12:44:08 -0400
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Jay Wentworth
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Here's
the article from the AP.
> Maria Sudekum =20
> Associated Press =20
>
> K A N S A S =A0 C I T Y, =A0Mo. =8B =20
> William S. Burroughs, the
> stone-faced godfather of the
> "Beat generation" whose
> experimental novel _Naked Lunch_
> unleashed an underground world
> that defied narration, died
> Saturday. He was 83.
> Burroughs died at 6:50 p.m.
> in Lawrence, Kan., at Lawrence
> Memorial Hospital, about 24 hours
> after suffering a heart attack,
> said Ira Silverberg, his longtime
> New York publicist.
> =A0=A0 "The passing of William
> Burroughs leaves us with few
> great American writers. His
> presence in the American literary
> landscape was unparalleled,"
> Silverberg said.
> =A0=A0 Published in 1959, _The
> Naked Lunch_ used unconventional
> writing techniques to depict an
> underground world fighting a
> technological society that was
> self destructing.
> =A0=A0 _The Naked Lunch_ was both
> praised as literary genius and
> dismissed as indecipherable
> garbage because Burroughs wrote
> it without standard narrative
> prose, used abrupt transitions,
> placed the chapters in random
> order and wrote in a
> stream-of-conciousness style.
>=20
> A Benchmark Trial
> The book also was the subject of
> a precedent-setting obscenity
> trial because of its violence and
> explicit sex. Publishers
> eventually won an appeal in
> Boston, and the book was
> published in the United States in
> 1962.
> =A0=A0 _Naked Lunch,_ which
> prompted Norman Mailer to say
> Burroughs was possibly the most
> talented writer in America, made
> Burroughs famous as a spokesman
> for the Beat generation.
> =A0=A0 Burroughs continued his
> unconventional style by using a
> technique called cut-ups in
> subsequent books, including _The
> Soft Machine_ (1961), _The Ticket
> that Exploded_ (1962), and _Nova
> Express_ (1964). Cut-ups involved
> random cutting and pasting and
> folding into his own writing
> quotations from other authors,
> newspapers and other media.
> =A0 =A0 Burroughs was an important
> influence on other Beat writers
> such as Allen Ginsberg and Jack
> Kerouac, who were fledging
> writers when they met Burroughs
> in New York in the 1940s.
> =A0=A0 The three are now considered
> the core of the Beat movement,
> which flourished in the 1950s by
> condemning middle-class life and
> praising individualism. Kerouac's
> _On the Road,_ Ginsberg's _Howl_
> and Burroughs' _The Naked Lunch,_
> are generally considered the most
> important works to come out of
> the movement.
>
> Breaking From Convention
> _Naked Lunch_ was pretty much=8CNaked
Lunch=B9 was pretty much
> the essence of his work,=B2 said
> Morris Dickstein, a professor of
> English at City University of New
> York. "It came out when writers
> were trying to do something new
> to explore the irrational side of
> the mind, to try and get away
> from conventional techniques."
> Born in 1914 in St. Louis,
> Burroughs was the grandson and
> namesake of the inventor of the
> adding machine, but he said that
> his parents were not wealthy and
> were rejected by the city's
> elite.
> =A0=A0 Burroughs was educated at
> the John Burroughs School and
> Taylor School, both in St. Louis,
> and at a prep school in Los
> Alamos, N.M. He received a
> bachelor's degree in English from
> Harvard University in 1936 and
> did some graduate work in
> ethnology and archeology.
> =A0=A0 After moving to New York
> City, Burroughs developed a
> heroin addiction and was a junkie
> for about 15 years. During this
> period he lived in Texas, New =20
> Orleans, Mexico City, South
> America, Northern Africa, Paris
> and London. He did little writing
> at the time, but his experiences
> were the fodder for many of his
> books.
>=20
> A Tragic Incident
> He married a German-Jewish
> refugee, but only to enable the
> woman to emigrate to the United
> States. They were divorced in
> 1946. The same year, Burroughs
> entered into a common law
> marriage with Joan Vollmer.
> =A0=A0 In later years, Burroughs
> acknowledged he was homosexual
> and said Vollmer was the only
> woman with whom he ever had a
> serious relationship.
> =A0=A0 Burroughs' life was changed
> forever in 1951 when, after a day
> of drinking and drugs, he
> accidentally shot and killed
> Vollmer. Burroughs, who always
> had a penchant for guns, said he
> was trying to shoot a glass off
> his wife's head and instead shot
> her in the forehead.
> =A0 In a biography published in
> 1982, _Literary Outlaw,_
> Burroughs said that shooting led
> to his becoming a serious writer.
> "I am forced to the
> appalling conclusion that I would
> never have become a writer but
> for Joan's death, and to a
> realization of the extent to
> which this event has motivated
> and formulated my writing. I live
> with the constant threat of
> possession, and a constant need
> to escape from possession, from
> Control. So the death of Joan
> brought me in contact with the
> invader, the Ugly Spirit and
> maneuvered me into a lifelong
> struggle, in which I have had no
> choice except to write my way
> out."
> =A0=A0 Burroughs was charged with
> the equivalent of involuntary
> manslaughter and fled Mexico.
>=20
> To Oblivion and Back
> The couple had a son, Bill Jr.,
> in 1947. He was an alcoholic and
> drug addict who died of cirrhosis
> of the liver in 1981.
> =A0 Burroughs essentially
> disappeared from the literary
> scene while living in London in
> the early 1970s. His influence
> began to grow again when, at
> Ginsberg's urging, he returned to
> New York City in 1974.
> =A0=A0 Shortly after his return,
> Burroughs met James Grauerholz,
> who became his secretary and
> began renewing Burroughs=B9 career
> by scheduling readings across the
> country and in Europe.
> =A0=A0 Burroughs continued to
> influence artists and musicians
> through the hippies of the 1960s
> and the punks of the 1970s.
> Musicians such as David Bowie,
> Lou Reed and Patti Smith have
> cited Burroughs as an important
> influence.
> "He gave them techniques to
> get inside the dark side of the
> mind," said Dickstein, who wrote
> a book on the 1960s called _Gates
> of Eden._ "He explored the
> fantastic, the irrational, so he
> freed them from a pretty rational
> form of literary narration."
>=20
> An Elder Statesman=8CEleder
Statesman=B9
> Burroughs began using drugs again
> and Grauerholz, who went to
> school at the University of
> Kansas, persuaded Burroughs to
> move to Lawrence, Kan., in 1981.
> =A0=A0 Burroughs began to write
> more conventional narratives
> after his move to Kansas,
> including _Place of the Dead
> Roads,_ in 1984, and =B3The Western
> Lands,_ in 1987.
> =A0=A0 He also began a second
> career as a visual artist, as
> well as writing screenplays,
> appearing in films (_Drugstore
> Cowboy_ and _Twister_), writing
> an opera text, and even appearing
> in a Nike television ad.
> "In the last few years, he
> became a figure that people
> looked up to as a pioneer of the
> avant garde," said Dickstein. "He
> became an elder statesman for a
> lot of people."
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--Boundary_(ID_rR3BujJmJQyEA51ON6y/4Q)--
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 16:46:30 UT
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Subject: We'll miss you Bill
mind in
the ether
leading
us
like a
messiah
going
"out there" for
us
taking
our heads
out of
the sand
out of
the mind-numbing
sheepdom
we'd
been taught to believe in
but
couldn't
quite
thanks,
Bill
keep
cutting up til
we get
there
(is
pretty Billy Bradshinkel there?)
ciao,
sherri
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:04:58 -0400
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Subject: Re: Burroughs
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Neal
Cassady (1922-1968)
Jack
Kerouac (1922-1969)
Allen
Ginsberg (1924-1997)
William
S. Burroughs (1914-1997)
*sigh*
I have
the feeling that right now the four of them are out right now in
spirit
form, together again, sitting in Washington Square park, passing
around
a bottle of wine and arguing about Proust or Dostoevsky or Wolfe.
And
Kerouac *isn't* thinking this time about how he should get home to
Memere,
Ginsberg *isn't* thinking this time about his latest psychosexual
crisis,
and Burroughs *isn't* thinking about walking up to Times Square
to
score some morphine from Herbert Huncke.
This
time they've lived their lives and are just happy to be back in the
park,
where they can continue their arguments without interruption.
Nirvana. Or it will be when Lucien Carr shows up.
RJW
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:16:26 -0400
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From: Pamela Beach Plymell
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Subject: Re: Burroughs
Comments:
To: rwallner@capaccess.org
In a
message dated 97-08-03 12:59:33 EDT, you write:
<<
Neal Cassady (1922-1968)
Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)
Allen Ginsberg (1924-1997)
William S. Burroughs (1914-1997)
>>
Herbert
Huncke (1915-1996)
Pam
Plymell
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:21:02 -0400
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From: Pamela Beach Plymell
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Subject: Meet me in St. Louie
8 DUKE
ST., 1968
In
London in a very neat
and
sensible flat,
lives
the genius
of
contemporary American prose.
More
like a poet
he
veers and speaks both
naturally
and subliminally.
More
like a medium
he
chats pleasantly
from a
space apart
or from
a chamber
of
spirits disguised
in an
everyday world.
A tall
man, slightly stooped
from
the weight of all
combinations
and formulas
of all
possible plots,
Mr.
Burroughs rises
and
leans against the window ledge
. . .
could have been a St. Louis
merchant
or farmer
about
to speculate on the weather.
"Those
birds," he says, gesturing out
the
window to a flock that caught his fancy,
"in
the mornings they fly one way
and in
the evenings they
fly
back the other way."
And
with that he reached for his hat
and we
went to the local pub for brandy.
Charles
Plymell
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 10:34:24 -0700
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A
virus's virus.
A ten
foot taping worm.
An
immortal googolplexipede.
The
shotgun himself.
Visibility
is poor.
James M.
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 11:21:19 -0700
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At 3:01
AM -0700 8/3/97, Adrien Begrand wrote:
>
Adrien
>
>
"When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow."
>
--Uncle Bill
blood
and semen mixed
clever
in their disguises
the
beings from planet x
the
hidden zone
grew
and multiplied till they became
hot and
curious yellow on one side
the
beings from planet x burrowed
and
cuckled the earth below them
deep
tunnels and interlocking matrixes
rich
and seething with knowledge
they
breed and breed
<<breathe>>
ugu
uhu, WSB is dead!
and to
steal another quote
"oh,
no o o he's outside,
looking
in" (TL is dead, MB)
and
before him Kurt Cobain
"Here
we are now,
entertain
us" (SLTS, 91)
yes,
Adrian
death
will lay the ground
death
will always lay the ground
and
buddha or salvador dali
will
always get shot in the head
killed
by our beloved heros
killing
our beloved heros
but
have no fear <<ahem>>
the
agents of Dr. X and their fierce tribe
shall
resurface one day and rain motherfucking
great
literature and and shit on yer ass
--yep
Douglas
I only
hope WSB finds a decent breakfast
that
people will remember him in the morning
http://www.electriciti.com/babu/ |
0 |
step
aside, and let the man go thru
| { - |
----> let the man go thru
| /\ |
super
bon-bon (soul coughing)
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:31:32 +0000
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From: Brian M Kirchhoff
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Subject: Recent News Flash
Morning
News
Are you
still goofing with cats?
Feline
apparitions of your past?
The H,
M and C; all those other letters
could
only preserve the flesh for so long.
83 year
long life,
factor
in government study showing
One
cigarette shorten life five minutes;
One
shot H shorten by a day;
you lived
to be 374 yrs, didn't you?
Brian
M. Kirchhoff
howl
420@juno.com
"I am the perfect man...the Buddha of
this world!"
-Kerouac, Brooklyn Bridge Blues, Chorus
4 (unpublished)
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:32:23 -0500
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Subject: Camellia City Book Web Page
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Second
Beat and Camellia City Books now has a nice little web site. Small,
quaint,
unprofessionally done. Kinda like the magazine. Anyway...let us
know
what you think. You can find us at:
<http://www.angelfire.com/biz/2ndbeat>
As
always,
Thadeus
D'Angelo, Camellia City Books
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 14:57:45 -0400
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I've
always felt a certain kinship with Burroughs although I've never taken
the
time to really get into that incredible head of his, beyond his early
books,
Junky and Queer and the two major bios.
I'm just too linear I
suppose.
We both
grew up on the same street, Pershing Ave. in St. Louis. On my twice
yearly
visits there I've often driven by his old house, a very nice one. And
he and
I both attended John Burroughs school, although I dropped out of that
grooming
place for the St. Louis elite after just one year.
Both
Burroughs and St. Louis'es other major literary son, Tennessee Williams
(who
spent many of his formitive years about 7 blocks from the Burroughs
home)
disliked the city. It was a hot, rather
conventional kind of place.
Part of WSB's legacicy, I hope, is that the
world even in conventional
places
like St. Louis, is a little bit more receptive to those who don't want
to trod
well worn paths. I think it is a bit
easier these days, for a kid in
a place
like St. Louis, to swim outside of the
mainstream. Just a bit...
Burroughs
was born and bred to be a busissman, perhaps a doctor or lawyer.
I'd venture to gress that 95 percent of his
schoolmates went on to live
conventional
lives in St. Louis and the upper middle class suburbs that track
Highway
40 west of the city.
Burroughs,
instead, was a bridge to the future way beyond his time. His
visions,
sometimes terrifying, seem more real every day. I will remember him
most
for speaking truth to the forces that have given us the 50 year war on
drugs. Burroughs cut through the crap of the
anti-drug
police/propiganda/jail
"justice system" like no one else -- nobody has even
come
close. I don't fully understand
Burroughs. I don't think I ever will.
What I do understand is that he was absolutely
true to his own vision and
absolutely
free of bullshit.
Another
gift that William Burroughs gave us was his son Billy. Billy wrote
two
fine books, Speed and Kentucky Ham.
Like Jan Kerouac, Billy led a too
short
and troubled life. Speed, especially,
is a very underrated work --
check
it out sometime.
Yes, we
will miss you Bill.
Howard
Park
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:54:47 -0500
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Pamela
Beach Plymell wrote:
>
>
Last night two arrogantly greatfully beaufil tiger lilies burst into bloom in
>
front of our house. Our old rescued stray cat, Mr, Buster had one of his
>
animal friends (I think young Mr.
Skunky) sneak in for dinner. The new
>
catfood box was empty.
williams
fletch died a few weeks ago. Fletch was
the beautiful panther.
i plan
to donate a little feed and supplies to
a stray cat lover in his
memory. she is a fool for stray cats, can't afford
to be but is,
someone
who william would have liked hearing about.
p
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 15:12:32 -0400
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On Sat,
2 Aug 1997, Timothy K. Gallaher wrote:
> I
saw him once at a theater on market street.
>
> he
was performing with John Giornio and Laurie Anderson.
>
> I
went to see Burroughs and most I guess went to see Anderson. I hadn't
>
heard of her at the time.
>
> I
didn't talk to him. But my friend who
drove did. he was the type of guy
>
who did stuff like that.
>
> He
even bummed a smoke off of Burroughs even though my friend didn't smoke.
>
>
Afterwatd we walked to the car and all took turns dragging on Burroughs
>
unfiltered (Pall Mall was it ?) smoke.
>
>
That's about the closest I got to him.
The
closest I got were his words on the page, and a couple telephone calls.
Someone
must have put a curse on me ("stop writing or your worldview gets
it"),
because I had recently obtained his address and had planned a visit
for 16
August; this reminds me of Ginsberg's death, when we planned a
roadtrip
to Louisville to see his scheduled 5 April appearance. As soon as
our
plans were set he cancelled the show, and the rest is history.
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 21:32:40 +0200
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David,
the
Burroughs death is televised by the three domestic TV channel,
i hope
that's appreciate by William S. Burroughs, who is in paradise!,
(broadcasting
nationwide, meaning audience 20 000 000 of italians),
in primis
the "Catholic" channel RAI UNO Corporation from Rome,
that
stated Burroughs tragic life & way of Life, Burroughs is/was
the
other side of the "American Dream" & latin pietas is the message,
Italy
commemorates the countercultural life , 20 millions
of my
patriots have seen Burroughs reading in black & white, (his old
face),
what's better tribute to the Man! i dunno if this is enuf but
i think
its' great! beat are popular alot here & this is immortality,
the
tears are rain, when we are facing the death, & a rino or
that
black river isnt' as dangerous as the tears 'cuz here WE
CANT'
touch on the heaven.
"Sal,
where did you find these absolutely wonderful people?
I've
never seen anyone like them".
"I
found them in the West." --- Jack Kerouac
Rinaldo.
At
07.50 03/08/97 -0500, RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET> wrote:
>Rinaldo
Rasa wrote:
>>
>>
"Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing
>>
all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us
>>
before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on
>>
it, this only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The
>>
one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us
>>
sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the
>>
remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced
>>
in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to
>>
admit it) in death." --- Jack Kerouac.
>>
>>
At 23.26 02/08/97 -0400, Jeffrey Weinberg <Waterrow@AOL.COM> wrote:
>>
>William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.
>>
>Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.
>>
>
>>
>
>
>"Now
there are two routes to immortality.
They might be designated as:
>slow
down or speed-up, or straight-ahead or detour.
Reference aphorisms
>of
the Old White Hunter. In the time that
you face death directly, you
>are
immortal. That's the straight-ahead
route. The slow-down detour
>vampire
route -- take a little, leave a little, sure, skim a year off a
>thousand
citizens, they won't know the difference -- but what happens
>when
you run short of citizens, which you will sooner or later? Also,
>speed
up route is a kill route, whereas slow-down is a manipulate,
>degrade,
humiliate, enslave route.
> So how does one face death head on? ...
without flinching and without
>posturing
-- which is always to be seen as a form of evasion, runs away,
>like
Lord Jim and Francis Macomber, there is hope.
> . . . a well-known and documented
schism, something familiar about
that
>figure
moving farther and farther away.
'Why! Himself!' Like the song
>say,
'They don't come back, won't come back, once they're gone . . .'"
>p.119-120 William S. Burroughs, My Education: A Book
of Dreams.
>
>listening
to Lou Reed's "Magic and Loss" cd -- pass through the fire
>right
now. As things are going in fates magic
circles these days, this
>cd
could wear out at any moment.
>
>david
rhaesa
>salina,
Kansas
>
>
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From: Brian M Kirchhoff
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Subject: Re: William Burroughs Is Dead
Comments:
To: stutz@DSL.ORG
On Sun,
3 Aug 1997 15:12:32 -0400 Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG> writes:
>On
Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Timothy K. Gallaher wrote:
>
>>
I saw him once at a theater on market street.
>>
>>
he was performing with John Giornio and Laurie Anderson.
>>
>>
I went to see Burroughs and most I guess went to see Anderson. I
>hadn't
>>
heard of her at the time.
>>
>>
I didn't talk to him. But my friend who
drove did. he was the type
>of
guy
>>
who did stuff like that.
>>
>>
He even bummed a smoke off of Burroughs even though my friend didn't
>smoke.
>>
>>
Afterwatd we walked to the car and all took turns dragging on
>Burroughs
>>
unfiltered (Pall Mall was it ?) smoke.
>>
>>
That's about the closest I got to him.
>
>The
closest I got were his words on the page, and a couple telephone
>calls.
>Someone
must have put a curse on me ("stop writing or your worldview
>gets
>it"),
because I had recently obtained his address and had planned a
>visit
>for
16 August; this reminds me of Ginsberg's death, when we planned a
>roadtrip
to Louisville to see his scheduled 5 April appearance. As
>soon
as
>our
plans were set he cancelled the show, and the rest is history.
>
i never
got to see either of them, and have been to lawrence numerous
times
and had tickets to the chicago ginsberg reading (which was also,
obviously,
cancelled).
i
suppose this stands as testament to the fact that these men remained
influential
and important, _literally_ until their last days (and
beyond). at least they were able to see some of the
impact of their
writing.
(unlike the kafkas and poes of the world).
burroughs
didn't die in obscurity (as he may have had he stayed in
london). he died at a time while people were still
excited to hear him
and
talk to him. i can only hope he died
content (i first typed happy,
but i
guess that may be asking too much.)
Brian
M. Kirchhoff
howl
420@juno.com
"I am the perfect man...the Buddha of
this world!"
-Kerouac, Brooklyn Bridge Blues, Chorus
4 (unpublished)
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Comments:
To: Hpark4@aol.com
Thanks
for the post. I'm printing it if you don't mind. Yeah. I will miss his
voice
in the most real sense. The "heat" closes in on we who are left. I
needed
his outcast voice always. It was powerful, and power is authentic and
not to
be cajoled by the powerful.
CP
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"Consider
the One God Universe: OGU." (TWL,
p. 113)
The
passage that begins with this sentence is the subject of recent posts
from
David Rhaesa & James William Marshall (& perhaps others by now who've
taken
up JWM's call for comments, but I want to finish this before I check
out
today's mail and am left with no time).
It's almost right in the middle
of
WSB's TWL, the successor to JK's VOC (sort of, I think) as the subject of
a
Beat-L forum. This passage from WSB's
late period (published 1987)
contains
and is a summation of many of the broader themes of his life & work
that
have led up to it (though don't expect what follows to do justice to
this
fact). The first 2 paragraphs put both
The One God and the creations of
His
exclusive Universe in their place- A
bored, frustrated God, in a
pathetically
inescapable trap of His own creation, has to invent the
oppositional
forces that a OGU can't have by definition- nothing can oppose
He who
is everywhere and nowhere, knows everything and can't learn anything.
It's not One God IN His Universe, One God IS
the Universe. He has to stir
up
action to stave off total stasis, like a cosmic game of solitaire. We are
a part
of Him, He is a part of us, we are figments of His imagination or is
it the
other way around or both? Our suffering
through the contrasts and
tensions
He's invented to fill His void are a bad joke except for those it is
played
on, we in our space-time trap set up by the One God, trapped in and by
Himself. Think of this in the context of the
undulating Visions of Cody, and
the
discussions it (Beat) Generated among us, especially about meaning
through
contrast/dualities. It's all a food
chain of victimization with the
ultimate
victim & victimizer being the Supreme Being. WSB is a master at
evoking
deadpan, lowdown imagery ("He is
already fucking everywhere, like
cowshit
in Calcutta") applied to a "lofty" subject by an invisible
narrator
(whom I
always of course picture as the wearily unflappable author himself)
with
hypnotically precise language. These
paragraphs, and the rest of this
passage,
are an example. One of the sentences
that links it to Broader
Burroughsian
Themes (BBT) is at the beginning of the second paragraph: "The
OGU is
a pre-recorded universe of which He is the recorder." WSB has stated,
in
interviews & essays, that his cutup works are an attempt to subvert the
pre-recorded
universe, "where the only things that are not pre-recorded are
the
recordings themselves" & there's "nothing here now but the
recordings"
unless,
perhaps, we are aware of this situation and try to do something about
it. If he is trying to get beyond the
pre-recorded universe through cutups,
it is
probably fair to presume that he accepts the existence of such a
universe,
and therefore of One God. Or is
it? What is he trying to do with
cutups? Beat the One God at His own game, or create
and change something for
himself
within the unchangeable static creation that God is all of and he is
part
of? Turning bored God's cruel joke
against Him, or just amusing himself
while
being one of the creations and subjects of His amusement? In the
non-cutup
context of TWL, is he the one and only God of his imaginative
universe,
or just a pre-recorded puppet playing a miniature version of his
creator's
game while a pawn in it?
The
third paragraph is yet another junk analogy, not to infer that I for one
ever
get tired of them. "Junk teaches
the user facts of general
validity...",
he states in the introduction to JUNKY, his first published
work. Now God Himself is trapped in the junk
equation, needing more and more
with
less and less results, the "energy" stirred from His stasis running
down. This is about as generally valid a fact as
he's ever uncovered.
The
fourth paragraph, and last quoted by JWM, seems like a relief, an
antidote
to what preceded it, the "Magical Universe, MU" is after all more
plausible
than the OGU with its built-in impasse.
But as the next sentences
&
the rest of the book indicate, many
Gods can't offer any more help than
the one
God who got us in trouble by creating us in the first place:
"What
happened, Osiris? We got famine
here."
"Well,
you can't win 'em all. Hustling
myself."
"Can't
you give us immortality?"
"I
can get you as far as the Duad. You'll
have to make it from there on your
own. Most of them don't. Figure about one in a million. And, biologically
speaking,
that's very good odds."
Absolutely
no one but WSB could have written the above, it's all there, and
almost
worth being in our predicament to be able to read his description of
it. The
more I ponder and try to write about this one passage out of so many
in just
this one work, the more I realize how much there is to choose from to
quote
& discuss, in any order to paraphrase his
advise near the end of NAKED
LUNCH.
I've run out of time & energy for now to go into my ideas of how the
MU
might relate to the "ugly spirit" that took control of WSB on
September 6,
1951 in
Mexico City ("I think it's time for our William Tell act"), and other
associations
that this one passage brought to mind. One of my many favorites
from
TWL is at the very end of the book, and is by the way what he reads
during
the last song on SEVEN SOULS by Material, THE END OF WORDS. I know
I've
said this before, but you're really missing something if you don't
listen
to this recording before, during and after reading TWL.
"The
old writer couldn't write anymore because he had reached the end of
words,
the end of what can be done with words.
And then? "British we are,
British
we stay." How long can one hang on
in Gibraltar, with the tapestries
where
mustached riders with scimitars hunt tigers, the ivory balls one inside
the
other, bare seams showing, the long tearoom with mirrors on both sides
and the
tired fuchsia and rubber plants, the shops selling English marmalade
and
Fortnum & Mason's tea...clinging to their Rock like the rock apes,
clinging
always to less and less.
In
Tangier the Parade Bar is closed.
Shadows are falling on the Mountain.
"Hurry
up, please. It's time."
For
God(s) & mortals, the jig is up.
"IT"'s closing in.
"Bring on the
comments."
Dizzy
& defeated but ready for more,
Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:07:08 -0400
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From: Pamela Beach Plymell
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Subject: Re: William Burroughs Is Dead
Comments:
To: DawnDR@aol.com
In a
message dated 97-08-02 23:47:15 EDT, you write:
<< Funny --- only those few lines --- a
newscaster identifying him
as an author with no further information and,
sad to say, showing no further
interest.
That saddens me.
Dawn
>>
We can
take comfort in that Bill probably would have seen those lines as
amusing,
or ironical. The peckerhead who wrote it, if I get the tone
correctly,
would never realize that many, including myself, saw Bill as the
ultimate
voice of reason, if not authority....on many things, certainly
communications.
Charles
Plymell
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Brian M
Kirchhoff wrote:
>
> On
Sun, 3 Aug 1997 15:12:32 -0400 Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG> writes:
>
>On Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Timothy K. Gallaher wrote:
>
>
>
>> I saw him once at a theater on market street.
>
>>
>
>> he was performing with John Giornio and Laurie Anderson.
>
>>
>
>> I went to see Burroughs and most I guess went to see Anderson. I
>
>hadn't
>
>> heard of her at the time.
>
>>
>
>> I didn't talk to him. But my
friend who drove did. he was the type
>
>of guy
>
>> who did stuff like that.
>
>>
>
>> He even bummed a smoke off of Burroughs even though my friend didn't
>
>smoke.
>
>>
>
>> Afterwatd we walked to the car and all took turns dragging on
>
>Burroughs
>
>> unfiltered (Pall Mall was it ?) smoke.
>
>>
>
>> That's about the closest I got to him.
>
>
>
>The closest I got were his words on the page, and a couple telephone
>
>calls.
>
>Someone must have put a curse on me ("stop writing or your worldview
>
>gets
>
>it"), because I had recently obtained his address and had planned a
>
>visit
>
>for 16 August; this reminds me of Ginsberg's death, when we planned a
>
>roadtrip to Louisville to see his scheduled 5 April appearance. As
>
>soon as
>
>our plans were set he cancelled the show, and the rest is history.
>
>
>
> i
never got to see either of them, and have been to lawrence numerous
>
times and had tickets to the chicago ginsberg reading (which was also,
>
obviously, cancelled).
>
> i
suppose this stands as testament to the fact that these men remained
>
influential and important, _literally_ until their last days (and
>
beyond). at least they were able to see
some of the impact of their
>
writing. (unlike the kafkas and poes of the world).
>
>
burroughs didn't die in obscurity (as he may have had he stayed in
>
london). he died at a time while people
were still excited to hear him
>
and talk to him. i can only hope he
died content (i first typed happy,
>
but i guess that may be asking too much.)
>
>
Brian M. Kirchhoff
>
howl 420@juno.com
>
> "I am the perfect man...the Buddha of
this world!"
> -Kerouac, Brooklyn Bridge Blues, Chorus
4 (unpublished)
i am
sure that william was happy.
p
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wrote:
>
>
Yeah it is always the ones who can't afford to be. Compassion and cash rarely
>
coincide for all the cats.
> I
hope James is doing well. If he needs help, I can drive out. I haven't
>
tried to reach because I imagine he's too busy.
> cp
he says
he has to stay strong until all the details are set, but i
thought
god, he stayed strong setting williams details till william was
productive,
creative and happy , william was sure blessed in him. he
does
seem busy. i will give him your words and i am printing off the
letters
and notes that have been on the list ( a few exceptions) and
leaving
them on williams porch with some flowers.
p
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:14:11 -0400
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Alex
Howard wrote:
>
> On
Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Jeffrey Weinberg wrote:
>
>
> William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.
>
> Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.
>
>
>
>
This is quite possibly the shittiest year of my life. Hunke, Jan, and
>
George Burns were just last year.
Ginsberg, then Robert Mitchum and
>
Jimmy Stewart. Now Old Bull. I've no heroes left.
>
>
------------------
>
Alex Howard (704)264-8259 Appalachian State
>
University
>
kh14586@acs.appstate.edu
P.O. Box 12149
>
http://www.acs.appstate.edu/~kh14586
Boone, NC 28608
Alex:
Today,
you must become your own hero. It
happens all the time,
unfortunately.
Peace,
--
Bentz
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From: Pamela Beach Plymell
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Subject: Re: OGU
Comments:
To: SSASN@aol.com
Thanks
for the post ;I printed it to study. Lots of great lines. I sent B an
elaborate
diagram and text on Osiris about the time he was writing TWL. I
like
the direct dialogue. A lot of it is formal or sacred knowledge put in
his
Jack Black idiom. Do you have ,You Can't Win?
I also like the "...stir
up
action .." Is the "cosmic game of solitaire" yours or B's? I like your
label
of "deapan, lowdown imagery" Can I use that sometime? B loved that
sort
of
thing.. Out of Jack Black and a life of sleeze to be sure. The Patti
Smith,
Lou Reed and Jim (lizard skin) Morrison
branch of the outfit. Once at
dinner
with B I was reading him an article on the hallucinogenic properties
in the
lizard skin found in Australia. He chuckled and turned it into a
Burroughsian
commenary with kids with switchblades cutting skins off lizards
and
selling them on streetcorners.
C.
Plymell
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St.
Louis
Cardinals,
Dizzy
& Stan,
Gas
house gangs.
Arches,
gateway
to
golden
western lands.
Williams
Stella
Stanley
glass
amimal zoos.
WSB
Burroughs
calculators
Gateway
Western Minds
Show
Me show
Me show
me.
Gone
Gone
gone
Gone
gone gone.
And that
was all she said to me.
-
Bentz
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Hey for
all the antidrug forces, check this out.
More to follow:
>Caffeine
is the only drug that is widely added to the >food
supply,
said Michael Jacobson, executive
>director
of the CPSI (M. Triandafellos/ABCNEWS.com)
Well,
what about this, [see next post]
--
Bentz
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While
reading the article on WSB, a caffine article caught my eye. The
"final"
word on the full effects of caffine are not in, but the fact is
that it
is a drug that is addictive. And we let our children drink it
right
of the shelf. None of them even need an
id to purchase it. Now,
maybe
now, this drug will be regulated too!
Thank heavens we have a
goverment
to protect us. ;-) The full article from ABC News is as
follows:
By Tristanne L.
Walliser
ABCNEWS.com
Einstein loved it.
Freud sipped cups
constantly. And
Sartre was a
scrupulous connoisseur.
Latter-day coffee
fiends might sooner cry
death before
decaf, but a study by the
Center for Science
in the Public Interest
suggests that America should wake up and
pay more attention
to its caffeine-drinking
habits.
CSPI, along with
more than three dozen
scientists and consumer groups, is
urging the
Food and Drug
Administration to more
carefully label
food with caffeine content.
Citing problems
like miscarriages,
insomnia and
anxiety, the CSPI
has prepared a
70-page petition,
gathered from 40
scientific
studies,
claiming that
consumers have a
right to know how
much caffeine is
added by
manufacturers to
soft drinks, ice
cream and yogurt.
Caffeine is the
only drug that is
widely added to the food
supply, said Michael Jacobson, executive
director of the
CSPI. Knowing the caffeine
content is
important to many people,
especially women who are and might become
pregnant.
Level Varies
Widely
The amount of
caffeine in foods varies
widely. A cup of
Dannon coffee yogurt, for
example, has as
much caffeine as a can of
Coca-Cola. A
Sunkist Orange Soda has
more caffeine than
a can of Pepsi. And a cup
of Starbucks coffee ice cream has as much
caffeine as half a
cup of coffee.
U.S. food
manufacturers say there is no
scientific
evidence that moderate
consumption of caffeine causes health risks.
We believe the
majority of consumers
know which
products contain naturally
occurring
caffeine, the National Food
Processors
Association, a trade group
representing the
$430 billion
food-processing
industry, said in
a statement.
The FDA already
requires food labels to
say whether
caffeine has been added to
foods but not how
much.
In the 1970s,
spurred by the CSPI, the
FDA issued an
advisory warning that
pregnant women
should avoid foods
containing
caffeine.
For Most, Habit OK
It s always good
to know what you are
eating and the content of foods, especially
foods with any
special effect, noted Dr.
Meir Stampfer, a
researcher at Harvard
Medical School,
who has looked at the
possible links
between heart disease and
caffeine.
However,
researchers believe there is no
cause for alarm.
It is reasonable for manufacturers to
declare caffeine
content, because some
people are
inordinately affected,
said Ichiro
Kawachi, a
professor of medicine at Brigham
and Women s
Hospital and a researcher at
Harvard Medical
School.
However all
research points to the fact
that there are no long-term serious health
effects. Even with
six cups of coffee a day,
there is no
increased suggestion of risk for
those people who
enjoy coffee, there is no
reason to quit.
Despite persistent
rumors in the 70s and
80s that gave
coffee a bad reputation,
studies now show
that drinking coffee does
not increase risk
of heart attack, heart
disease or cancer.
However, pregnant
women are still
advised not to
drink caffeine. It is also
suspected of
increasing the risk of
osteoporosis and
infertility in women.
Highly Caffeinated
Kids
Another area of
concern raised today is
children s
consumption of caffeine
Because of the
mildly addictive drug,
parents may want
to limit their children s
consumption of it, advises Roland
Griffiths,
a professor of
psychiatry at Johns Hopkins
University School
of Medicine.
In terms of the
research, there is not
much to suggest that caffeine has serious
health effect on
children, said Kawachi.
The effects are
more likely to be
behavioral.
Kids may not want
to go to bed at night. But
there are no
serious risks.
Coffee and
Mortality
Research shows
that coffee drinkers may, in
fact, have a lower
risk of mortality.
Kawachi cites two
connections. One,
coffee drinkers
have half as many
motor-vehicle
accidents as non coffee
drinkers. Two, the
suicide rate among coffee
drinkers is
one-third that of non coffee
drinkers. Coffee
is known to improve
people s moods.
So, for the
moment, coffee-drinkers can
continue sipping
and pouring, with
a spoonful of
caution.
U.S.
NEWS
E-mail
ABCNEWS.com
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Bentz
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:05:09 -0400
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I am
going out surfing for WSB stories. The
first stop is the nytimes
newmorality
speak and WSB is on the cover of the cybertimes.
http://www.nytimes.com/
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:15:41 -0400
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From: Arthur Nusbaum <SSASN@AOL.COM>
Subject: WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS 1914-1997
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Fellow
Beat-L members:
I
avoided looking at today's mail until I had written a post I had been
planning. For several hours I wrote about a passage in
THE WESTERN LANDS, my
admiration
and respect for WSB higher than ever, without realizing that he
had
just DIED. Now I am in a state of shock
and sadness that I can't, I'm
afraid,
"write my way out of" as he would have said. It's started to thunder
&
rain, an appropriate projection of my inner condition. My post ended with
a
suggestion for another passage to discuss, at the very END of TWL, where he
writes
that the writer has "REACHED THE END OF WORDS". Was I guided by some
serendipity? As you all know, WSB was my favorite among
all the Beats, of
all
writers of all time for that matter.
The fact that he is immortal
through
his works, and that probably their highest significance will unfold
prophetically
in the future, does not help assuage the "hit with a ton of
bricks"
effect of finding out that he died. I'm
not one of the uninhibitedly
imaginative,
emotional writers on this list, I usually and contentedly
confine
my contributions to commentary and non-fictional anecdotes. But I
don't
mind telling you how utterly broken-hearted I feel, complete with a
lump in
my throat and tears welling in my eyes.
Now I recall how one of you
had
suggested reading a WSB work to follow up VOC, to not skip him over
because
he hadn't died yet like JK- we barely got one foot in when the
devastating
news came.
It may
seem strange to mourn so emotionally someone who was so deadpan, and
for
whom death was no stranger, he was surrounded by the ghosts of so many
who
preceded him, including of course his common-law wife who died
accidentally
by his hand, and his son by her who destroyed himself.
Considering his legendary life, it is a
wonder that he lived to such a ripe
old
age- 83. But I somehow thought he'd
live longer, I was not prepared for
this. He himself, in a recent New York Times
article, said that he expected
to live
into his 90's. Why am I so sad?
One
reason certainly is that I had the privelege and pleasure of personally
meeting
and visiting with him in February of 1995.
Now more than ever, as
you can
imagine, I'm glad I did. He exuded
warmth and kindness, at the
center
of it all was a "heart of tenderness" as Allen Ginsberg (whos death
we
are
still reeling from) said. I felt this
for myself. Many have mistaken
some of
the horrific images and people in his works with HIM, just as JK was
mistaken
for NC. As I learned from extensive
study of most everything by and
about
him that I am aware of, and as others who knew him have stated, he was
one of the good guys, a Johnson as he would
have put it. He was never out
just to
shock us as an end in itself, or revel in destructive nihilism. In
the
manner of Jonathan Swift, his tactics were meant to draw attention to and
help
reverse the evil forces he saw far more clearly than others- he was
brave,
full of "lonely courage" again as AG once said, there's no one I can
think
of who was so unafraid to live the way he wanted and express himself
with
absolutely no compromise. His
achievement is so broad and many-faceted
that no
one grieving post like this can even begin to encompass it. His
technical
innovations, the profound and prophetic content of his One Long
Work,
the clarity and artistry of his language (let's not forget he was
solidly
grounded through his Harvard education and his vast reading and
experience,
he earned and arrived at his level), the incomparable and
inimitable
mixture of humor and wisdom, will keep aficianados like us busy
for as
long as there is a human race to which his work relates. This is the
darkest
hour in Beat history. As far as I'm
concerned, he was the One
Indispensable
Figure without whom the whole subject of this List, and
therefore
this List itself, would not exist. He
was older than, and a mentor
to, all
of the other major figures, as they all acknowledged. His influence
extends
far beyond serious students of his works into the popular culture and
society
as a whole. Those who he influenced and
who in turn have had a major
impact
on the world, from other authors to
musicians and those in many other
capacities,
are legion, too numerous to mention here.
But I'm preaching to
the
choir.
I am
compelled to recite a brief biography, as much for my own sake as anyone
else's,
to begin to comprehend that the book is closed, there will be no
further
chapters. A tree is best measured when
it is down, and a Giant has
fallen.
William
Seward Burroughs was born on February 5, 1914 in St. Louis, Missouri.
He was the grandson and namesake of the man
who invented the adding machine
and
started the Burroughs Corporation. His
parents were not wealthy heirs as
some,
including JK, have thought, he was modestly at least partly supported
through
his adventures up to the publication of Naked Lunch by an allowance
they
sent him from the proceeds of their little gift shop, Cobblestone
Gardens. After an alienated childhood that included a
stint at the Los
Alamos
Ranch School, later the site of the first atomic explosion, he
attended
Harvard, graduating in 1936 with a major in English Literature. He
began
drifting, taking more courses, traveling including to Vienna where he
married
a woman as a favor to help her leave the country on the heels of the
Nazis. He was drafted but soon discharged from the
army during WWII. During
the
war, he was able to get many interesting jobs while so many were away,
including
bartender, exterminator, even private detective. All of these
experiences
would show up in his works. While a sometime
student and
hanger-outer
in the environs of Columbia University, he met Allen Ginsberg,
Jack
Kerouac, Herbert Huncke, Lucien Carr and others, including Joan Vollmer
Adams,
who formed the nucleus of what would come to be called the Beat
Generation. Also at this time, "around 1944 or
1945", he tried junk, in the
form of
a morphine syrette, for the first time.
He drifted into this by
default
for lack of interest in other directions, and into a common-law
marriage
with Joan even though he was a homosexual.
Unlike such Beat
characters
as Neal Cassady, who you might say looked for trouble, Burroughs
casually
let himself get into situations that turned nightmarish, but also
provided
the lessons, the inspiration, exacted the DUES from which his works
would
emerge. I will continue this rambling
biographical survey later.
I am
emotionally and physically shaken by the dreadful news. He was so
transcendent,
but he knew the score on the ground more than anyone. Can he
really
have died? He came so close to
decoding, even subverting, the
universe. Well, as he and his late collaborator Brion
Gysin said, WE ARE
HERE TO
GO. He has gone, and we are left here
for now to benefit from, enjoy
and be
warned by what he learned and turned into such artistry. It's
strange,
I can't think of a single particular WSB quote right now to end
with,
there are so many of them, many of his works are worth quoting from
cover
to cover. A perceptive observation by
JK will have to suffice for now:
"It
would take all night to tell about Old Bull Lee (WSB); let's just say
now, he
was a teacher, and it may be said that he had every right to teach
because
he spent all his time learning; and the things he learned were what
he
considered to be and called "the facts of life," which he learned not
only
out of
necessity but because he wanted to."
from ON
THE ROAD, pg. 119
Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:17:16 -0400
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>Coffee
and Mortality
> Research shows
that coffee drinkers may, in
> fact, have a lower
risk of mortality.
Read
your post after my fifth beer today and read it as:
Coffee
and Morality
Research shows
that coffee drinkers may, in
fact, have a lower
risk of morality.
Then
realised mortality rather than morality.
In any
event, morality or mortality, I think I should go back to drinking
coffee
throughout the day instead of just limiting it to morning hours as
I've
been doing for last year or so.
Michael
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:22:44 -0400
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USA
Today has a different article than those I have seen here or on
other
sites. The direct url is:
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nds2.htm
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:27:30 -0400
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I have
not read the article yet, but right now, there is a sight worthy
of Bull
on the Washington Post site. The link
to the article on WSB is
just
below a link about a beheading, body burning, murder. It is very
spooky.
http://www.washingtonPost.com/wp-srv/digest/digest.htm
Peace
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:57:57 -0400
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CNN has
a link to a QuickTime movie scene from "Drugstore Cowboy" in its
article.
Check
it out if you want at:
http://cnn.com/US/9708/02/burroughs.ap/
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 20:02:01 -0400
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The CNN
site has some other good links on it.
Levi's site is one that
was
linked at the bottom of the page. It
may not be the best article,
but it
will allow you to interact the best.
http://cnn.com/US/9708/02/burroughs.ap/
Peace,
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 20:38:47 -0500
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It will
be interesting to see what kind of salute (and it will be a
salute!!!)
Tuna puts together for his show out of Burlington. Tuna
lived
in Lawrence Kansas in the late 1970s and moved on to Burlington.
He has
been the faculty advisor to the student radio station there for
years. According to him this responsibility mainly
means he gets to do
his own
radio show. He was instrumental in the
development of the
Reggae
festivals up in those parts. When he
does a send-off for the
spaceman
it will be a send-off with industrial fireworks. I've
requested
a tape of the show. I imagine i'll get
one.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
Alfred
C. Snider wrote:
>
>
WOW! WHAT A BUMMER! He's one of my favorite poets! I will do a salute show
> to
him this next Wed on the radio.
>
>
Tuna
>
>
>Alfred C. Snider wrote:
>
>>
>
>> People have asked me to continue posting news as I did last year.
>
>
>
>To any interested, William S. Burroughs died of a heart attack
>
>yesterday.
>
>
>
>david rhaesa
>
>salina, Kansas
>
>
Alfred Charles Snider -- "Tuna"
>
Edwin W. Lawrence Professor of Forensics, University of Vermont
>
Mail: Box 54225, UVM, Burlington, VT 05405-4225
>
Phone: 802-656-0097, Fax: 802-656-4275
>
+++++
>
President, Cross Examination Debate Association 1997-98
>
http://debate.uvm.edu/ceda.html
>
+++++
>
DEBATE CENTRAL: Debate's Biggest
Website
> http://debate.uvm.edu/
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 10:08:27 -0700
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Arthur Nusbaum wrote:
> I
am emotionally and physically shaken by the dreadful news. He was so
>
transcendent, but he knew the score on the ground more than anyone.
>
Can he
>
really have died? He came so close to
decoding, even subverting, the
>
universe. Well, as he and his late
collaborator Brion Gysin said, WE
>
ARE
>
HERE TO GO. He has gone, and we are
left here for now to benefit from,
>
enjoy
>
and be warned by what he learned and turned into such artistry.
Arthur,
I
understand the depth of your grief and know that nothing can relieve
the
pain and how the only thing to do is, in fact, write your way out of
it with
others here who share and understand those same feelings. I feel
great
sadness that WSB has died, and I know that for you the enormity of
the
pain is much the same as it was for me when I learned that Allen
Ginsberg
had died. I felt as though the universe
had shuddered and left
a
gaping hole which can never be filled.
I still ask myself constantly
why I
continue to feel such grief for a man I had never even met but who
continues
to touch the very center of my being.
You were so lucky that
you got
to meet the man. I know that for many
on this list, especially
you, David,
Patricia, and lots of others this is a very dark hour indeed.
But as you write, "...we are left here
for now to benefit from, enjoy
and be
warned by what he learned and turned into such artistry." After I
had
read more of Kerouac, I intended to begin my pursuit of the knowledge
imparted
by WSB by tackling an extensive reading his works. I hope that
you, as
well as the others on this list will guide me in this process,
for WSB
will continue to live in the immortality of his words. I know
that
some have been reading The Western Lands as a follow-up to VOC. I
hesitated
to do that, thinking that I wanted to begin with something
earlier
like Naked Lunch. I think that we
should all choose now to read
as a
group, a particular Burroughs' work (whatever the most people think
is
best), and that we should do it as a way of celebrating his life.
DC
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:30:10 -0700
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Subject: The News ...
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Bizarre. I spent last night at a Beat/post-Beat
freeform
poetry celebration at the Nuyorican Poetry
Cafe in
the East Village, where along with other
great
performances by David Amram, Brian Hassett,
Frank
Messina, Miguel Algarin and others, Ron Whitehead
read
his poem for Burroughs, "Calling All Toads". None
of us
in the room knew that Burroughs had died just a
few
hours before.
I know
Ron is on the road today, and he must be reeling
from
the news (also thinking of Charles Plymell, James
G.,
David Ohle, Patricia Elliot and other friends of Bill
who
must be suffering today) ... so I hope Ron doesn't
mind if
I post his poem here for him. It says
what I
would
say much better than I would if I tried.
CALLING
ALL TOADS
-----------------
by Ron
Whitehead
Hummm
Hummm
Hummm
Hummm
Hummm
Hummm
Hummm
Hummm
Calling the toads
Calling the toads
We shall come rejoicing
Calling the toads
one step out the door off the
step
goin down swingin
in a peyote amphetamine
benzedrine
dream
I'm five years old I am the
messenger holdin
William Burroughs' Bill
Burroughs'
Old Bull Lee's hand
holdin Bill's hand on some
lonely
godforsakinuppermiddleclassSt.Louisstreet
and we're hummin we're hummin
we're hummin in tones
we're hummin in tones
callin the toads
oh yeah we're callin the
toads
Bill's eyes twinklin
glitterin
a devilish grin crackin the
corners
of his mouth and I'm lookin
him
right smack in the eyes
deep in the eyes I'm readin
his heroined heart yes I'm
readin his old heart
but it ain't the story I
expected
as we move this way and that
raisin and lowerin out heads
our voices
callin the toads
and here they come
marchin high and low from
under the steps from under
the shrooms of the front yard
from round the corner of the
house
fallin from the trees
rainin down here come the
toads
all sizes and shapes all
swingin
and swayin and dancin that
magic Burroughs Beat
yes here come the toads
singin
and swayin and swingin their
hips
now standin all round us
hundreds thousands of toads
eyes bulgin tongues stickin out hard
dancin a strange happy vulgar
rhythmed
dance for Burroughs and me
yes Burroughs yes Burroughs
yes Burroughs I see his heart
and I know his secret
a secret no one has
discovered
til now but I'll never tell
never reveal as I witness
this sacred scene this holy
ceremony
this gathering
this universal song and dance
I witness through the eyes
the heart
of William S. Burroughs
King of the Toads
Calling the toads
Calling the toads
We
shall come rejoicing
Calling the toads
hummmm
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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 1997 23:23:20 +0000
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hello,
thought the thread was dead, geuss not...
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Subject: Kerouac's Seymour..
To: Church of Salinger
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Well,
this hardly has any JDS content but a cusrsory search for
"seymour;wyse"
on altavista threw up one hit that I thought some of you
may
find of some interest considering that a lot of _names_ figure here
and
since someof the jazz men mentioned
happen to be personal favourites,
I
thought I'd append it here:
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Ann Charters' compilation, A Bibliography
of Works By Jack Kerouac,
notes a description by John Clellon Holmes
on the making of the
recordings:
...Seymour Wyse [Wise], an old friend of
Jack's from Horace Mann
days, with whom he shared an interest in
jazz, was working (in
1949-50) in a record shop on Eighth
Street, west of Sixth, owned by
another old friend, Jerry Newman, who in
early 1940 had made a
classic series of records up at Minton's
in Harlem, featuring the
work of Charlie Christian and the then
almost unknown Thelonius
Monk, Dizzie Gillespie, Kennie Clarke,
and others who came to
prominence in the bop revolt a few years
later... Anyhow, my then
brother-in-law had left in my apartment
one of those massive,
ungainly and also unreliable recording
machines of the late 40's,
weighing over one hundred pounds with a
cutting arm that had the
heft of a good-size hammer. All of us,
then, were a bop-mad,
indefatigable, stone-broke, and full (we
imagined) of ravishing
jazz-ideas. One night, Seymour brought to
a party of mine several
demonstration discs, only one side of
which had been used, and,
pleasantly mulled on beer, which in those
days we always bought in
enormous quart bottles, and never more than four at a time,
after
which someone was delegated to go down to
the deli below and
purchase more. Soon I got Jack to read
the two slight selections
from Town and City (both of which were
considerably thinned in the
published version), after which our
exuberance quickly outran any
such "literary" projects, and
we got down to making records of
ourselves, riffing over recorded solos.
One of our passions just
then was the work of pianist Lennie
Tristano, who was, perhaps, the
most avant-garde of the younger jazzmen
of that year, and who, just
a month before, had recorded, the first
attempt at total, freeform,
atonal improvisation, a record called
"Intuition", not yet
released, but played occaisionally by
Symphony Sid on his all-night
radio show. We decided to attempt a
similar thing, and the "Three
Tools" were born, flourished
briefly, and passed away. We made
other records, none of which was really
successful, and on other
nights, with other discs that Seymour
brought, I managed to get
Ginsberg recorded, reading his then
tightly-metaphysical-Yeats-like
poems, and Jack doing selections from
Hamlet, which he felt he
could interpret best while a little muddled on beer, eschewing too
much gravity, and adopting a musing, and
sometimes amusing, tone...
A few months later, my brother-in-law
reclaimed his equipment, and
the early attempt to establish Caedmon
Records came to an end.
When, some years afterwards, I got a tape
recorder, I taped a long
conversations with Jack and Allen and
Peter, and joint, giggling
poetry readings, and even late-night
confessionals. All these
tapes, lamentably, are now lost.
[Charters, Ann. A Bibliography of Works
By Jack Kerouac. New
York:Phoenix Bookshop (1967): 109-110.]
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Obsalinger:
If JDS could have all those cracks at "Dharma Bums" and so
on, it
shouldn't really be surprising to find that Kerouac did read
JDS.
Considering Langusta's recent post, obviously he did --or had
atleast
made the acquaintence of _the_ Seymour Glass.
Besides,
I went back to the Warren French book I have on JDS
(apparently
he also did one on Kerouac) and found that the Glass
chronicles
have been compared to Kerouac's projected Duluoz Legend. Now
the
only Kerouacs I think I've read is Dharma Bums ( and perhaps some
parts
of On the Road, and have even the chronology all mixed up..) but
I
believe Kerouac did not live long enough to rework his stories into a
coordinated
whole, whereas one hopes JDS has...Like some on the list
(Malcs
once said that he hopes for "Walt & Waker") my wish would be
ofcourse
to have a complete annotated "Buddy Glass" Though I would
rather
lay my money on a blank sheet of paper enclosed by way of
explanation.
Uh, without the cigar end, ofcourse.
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ahh
sonny, you've got your beat on the beat...sad to learn today of the
death
of William Bouroughs...been reading some of Allen Ginsberg's
journals
and poems lately so your post was just about perfect, thanks,
will