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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 18:43:37 -0400

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From:         Richard Wallner <rwallner@CAPACCESS.ORG>

Subject:      Re: next reading project

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On Tue, 5 Aug 1997, Diane Carter wrote:

 

> What do all of you think about next attempting a group reading of Naked

> Lunch, Howl, and On the Road simultaneously.  With the deaths of Ginsberg

> and Burroughs in such a short period of time and the anniversary of the

> publishing of On the Road coming up, it seemed to me kind of appropriate

> to touch the roots of how beat began and see how these three works, all

> published in the mid/late fifties are similar/different in their themes.

>  Are any of you interested?

> DC

>

 

Or could do a Burroughs retrospective and read "Junkie", "Queer" and

"Naked Lunch", clearly his three most important works, simultaneously.

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 19:11:01 -0400

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I just read Howl the day Ginsburg died, if there is an annotated

version on the net, I would like to read it.  It was hilarious

without total understanding, it has to be better with understanding.

 

Mike Rice

 

At 10:32 AM 8/6/97 -0400, you wrote:

>     A "monumental" task to our dear and departed.  I've got to get my

>     hands on the Annotated Howl though.  Anyone got any ideas where I can

>     get one quick (or a spare one to sell?).

>

>     Will we approach this chapter by chapter or book by book?

>

>     I'm contemplating a public reading of OTR here in the Denver/Colorado

>     Springs area in early September if anyone would like to join in the

>     planning.....

>

>     love and lilies,

>

>     matt

>

>

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>Subject: next reading project

>Author:  Diane Carter <dcarter@TOGETHER.NET> at Internet

>Date:    8/5/97 11:52 PM

>

>

>What do all of you think about next attempting a group reading of Naked

>Lunch, Howl, and On the Road simultaneously.  With the deaths of Ginsberg

>and Burroughs in such a short period of time and the anniversary of the

>publishing of On the Road coming up, it seemed to me kind of appropriate

>to touch the roots of how beat began and see how these three works, all

>published in the mid/late fifties are similar/different in their themes.

> Are any of you interested?

>DC

>

>

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 19:20:39 -0400

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From:         Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

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i've just started re-reading 'queer' so the burroughs trio has my vote.

mc

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 07:48:18 -0700

Reply-To:     Diane Carter <dcarter@TOGETHER.NET>

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> MATT HANNAN wrote:

>

>          Will we approach this chapter by chapter or book by book?

 

 

I already have gotten a lot of mail backchannel as well as on the list

from people who want to do this and are ready to start.  I think that a

simultaneous reading would be the most interesting and lend itself most

to comparisons.  OTR is divided into three parts, with several chapters

in each part; Naked Lunch seems to have chapters (or at least bold

headers); and Howl has three parts.  With many people on the list having

read more of one person than another, I think we should strive to have an

ongoing dialogue of all three works at the same time.  Simply preface

posts with H:, NL: or OTR: to give the comments some sort of structure

when picking them out of the daily flow of mail.  It also seems that a

lot of people can throw in stuff from letters, biographies, etc. that

open up the text to different levels.  Naked Lunch is probably the

hardest to get at style-wise, so maybe Arthur can repost some of the

stuff he said earlier or compose something new about how we can approach

this (and also taking into consideration that many of us don't have the

cd of Burroughs reading it). So, let's go about buying or borrowing the

needed texts and get this thing going in a couple days.

DC

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 20:21:38 -0400

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On Wed, 6 Aug 1997, Richard Wallner wrote:

 

> Or could do a Burroughs retrospective and read "Junkie", "Queer" and

> "Naked Lunch", clearly his three most important works, simultaneously.

 

How do Junky and Queer rate as his most important works over Cities of the

Red Night, Place of Dead Roads, and The Western Lands? Or the cut-up

trilogy? Perhaps Junky and Queer are his most accessible, but I also find

them the least interesting (with the exception of the preface for Queer,

which is one of the most important self-reflections about Burroughs'

motivations for writing re: Joan).

 

Neil

 

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"A writer's will is the winds of dead calm in The Western Lands."

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 10:02:40 +0900

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Guns slip into holsters of slick leather, like cocks into greased and

nameless arseholes. Butts carved from rich black ebony, inlaid with elegant

cameos of naked boys, crafted from mother-of-pearl. Barrels worn smooth

from use, the bluing worn from sights and muzzles. Holsters, simple flaps

of leather, not the vulgar tie-downs used by those who merely kill. Random

images flash down the corridors of time, lodging at intervals in the brain.

 

Rolled them up in a sheet of oiled paper, to preserve them against the rust

of time - already a fine patina of corrosion had formed on them. Memories

fade and flicker, dim with age, burn out neuron like neuron, like talent.

Dream shadows, black and white swirls of Freewheelin' Bob's weenie.

Typewriters filled with shredded wheat, coffee beans roasted over a candle,

rivulets of squalid semen flowing down from greedy urchins' mouths - some

old queen's come the last hot food they taste. Open the soap ducts - Dutch

Schulzts's voice calls from the 20's - cries for French Canadian Bean Soup

go unheeded. Dry dust bellows from collapsing lungs, as cows push through

gaps in temporary enclosure - are they too caged? Come dancing, who thinks

of these names? As penance, David had to collect an hundred foreskins,

before he became leader of the Israelites - he brought back two hundred

Philistine prepuces, founding the Hebrew nation on dicks. Probably bit them

off, like the pissy queen the gentiles always portrayed him as. Sling

straps break, a penchant for all things cavalry ends a monarch's reign,

Russia decays in a morass of serfdom. Garland's voice, sweet and sorrowful,

echoes from the stereo - freed from the aged, bloated, drunk and drugged

body that came to house it. Passed the taste for booze and pills on to her

daughter, transferred the allegiance of gays from one generation to the next.

 

Pain trapped on the sensitised cells of drink affected neurons - surfacing

only when required, just in time to fuck all over again the object of hate,

the object of love. Burning bushed give false advice, call for the

sacrifice of children, ridicule their audience, then extinguish in a puff

of self-satisfied smoke, smell of dead leaves, the whistle of trains.

Distracted by interruptions, disturbed by random visitors who come and go,

clutching carriers of Yiddish loaves, shiny discs and sipping sugared

caffeine. McCarthyism rears its ugly head, and I am entreated to trust in

medications prescribed and proscribed by street medics. Placental blood

stains the sheet of calculations, then they are hurled from a window -

clocks stopping at 8.15, fixed by the rapid division of an atom. Peroxided

hair settles into place, framing the white face, red lips of a long dead

Goddess.

 

Distant - always distant. Conversations held seemingly by semaphore

signals, stilted and disjointed, halting. Ground zero impact - flesh boils

from the very framework of human bodies, shadows are etched forever on

walls. We have become destroyers of worlds, said Oppenheimer, daddy of the

all encompassing death used twice. They bred - more ugly with each passing

generation, able to fracture the every existence with their intensity....

Faces melting, merging, flowing like warm plasticine, before they are

consumed by the wall of flames. the very air itself burns, pulling the

oxygen from the still breathing lungs. No other species systematically

tries to destroy themselves, nor succeeds like us. An in built genetic flaw

- the altruistic gene seems to have been eliminated from the DNA which

encodes our future. the ultimate soul trap - buildings stand still, but the

occupants vaporized. Neurotoxins, virii, haemotoxic poison cause death by

drowning in your own blood. Germ warfare reared its ugly head during the

plague - wells poisoned by corpses, bodies flung over the ramparts by

catapults, to spread the lice born pestilence. Blankets impregnated with

smallpox distributed to Indian and Aboriginal alike. even the common cold,

and syphilis were used to expunge other races from their own homes. We are

a corrupt and evil species, and we have systematically corrupted, polluted

and destroyed our very living areas - even dumb animals do not shit where

they eat.

 

Rage - hate - madness, these things fuel writing. No drug can adequately

synthesis these emotions to the point that functional word pictures form,

ready to be transcribed. Each page is a kind of petit mal, jerked into being.

 

Anal - truly one of the more disturbing words to have entered modern usage.

People forget that there are two separate phases of development - expulsion

and retention. Why not use the terms "oral", "genital" or polymorphous

perverse" as well - or are they not scatological enough? If all things are

reduced to shit, then what is the purpose of living? What does it matter,

what ever you do, you will die, and your body will return to the corruption

of matter from which it sprang. Too late to salve the soul with mystic

unguents, magic crystals, poison it with pills and booze. Corrupt, all is

shit, all shall become shit again. It's the old 3/8 principal - most of the

shit is hidden by a facade of friendship and trust, while an eddy of putrid

excreta circulates beneath the exterior. To read is to seek an

understanding of what is being read. Without understanding, it is

meaningless. Understanding is not analysis - that is the vivisection of

words, the tearing down of an idea into its component molecules, and

rebuilding it in your own image. Doctor Dent's magic cure fixed Uncle Bill

over a decade ago - now it's nothing stronger than tea & vodka. Gone is the

belt gripped between the teeth - gone is the junk drawn up from a blackened

spoon, through the gauze, into the eye-dropper. Replaced instead by

methadone, then apomorphine. Replaced by a triple-bypass, a cracked hip.

New York, Texas, Mexico, Tangiers, Paris, London all replaced by the small

town feel of Lawrence, Kansas. Ian Sommerville replaced Kiki, replaced Joan

- all ultimately replaced by James Grauerholtz. Jack died an alcoholic

recluse, died of liver failure, like Billy Burroughs - Uncle Bill's son.

 

He wrote, too. "Speed", it was called, seeing as he was addicted to

Benzedrine and booze from birth. Died in a ditch - William didn't go to the

funeral. He had a step daughter, too. Never heard what became of her after

Joan's death. Jack's daughter became a junky whore - her book's in the Hub

library. Keasey was in & out of jails, mental institutions - acid and smack

and the Merry Pranksters with Neal Cassady driving an old school-bus across

the 60's. Cassady died of exposure, counting railway sleepers in the chill

of night. Paul Bowles crouches in Tangiers, no phone, no desire for contact

from the outside world. Sits there with his little pot of majoun (the basis

for Cronenberg's Black Meat), hashish candy made from resin, almonds and

spice. Killed one of his characters with it in "The Sheltering Sky". Jane

Bowles had one stroke after another, aphasia clouded her mind, rumors that

she was poisoned by their Arab housekeeper.

 

"Heir's pistol kills wife - he denies playing William Tell" - "Evil spirit

shot Joan to be _cause_". No dogs allowed - No dogs are loud - Know dogs

allowed - Know dogs are loud - No dogs aloud - Know dogs aloud. Confessions

of an unredeemed drug addict. Junkie, Junky. The characters spill over to

Queer, a yage quest. Fucking around in a jungle, 1953, looking for a vine

that had the potential to be the ultimate fix. Dragged suitcases of it back

to the States, threatened to cut Peter up with a machete over it. In the

end, it just made them so ill.

 

Cabra girls, desperate to break free from the convent, talk loudly about

the unsafe sex they have with their shaggy, hairy passing rough. Plastic

bags, hiding cheap vodka, circulate from bag to bag, to be hidden and

consumed in an orgiastic binge of release, culminating in drunken sex.

Cheap makeup and perfume hide unflawed skin of youth, free from the

blemishes of age, applied seemingly at random so as to resemble nothing

more than circus clowns. They talk of going on to better things - it seems

that most burn with the desire to be secretaries in law firms, for some

strange reason. Yet to hear one say that she wishes to go on to Uni... only

on to the Austral on Fridays. Austudy, thrush and grass seem to be de

rigeur to have, though it seems that NSU will do in a pinch. What will

become of these girls? What will they be like in five years time - for five

years is not that great a time period.

 

But no sex is truly safe - it creates its own little set of problems -

emotionally turbulent, muddying the pools from which we drink. Causing

tensions and frictions. Pervading feelings of worthlessness, episodes of

black depressions, longings for release from a self created prison. Even

auto-eroticism, the simple wank, does not dispel it.

 

One way street this - no exchange. No trade, no barter. Words never come

free - Ginsberg knew this. There is always a price to be paid - old men

sell their souls for a strap-on, young men just grow old. Pointless,

futile, damaging. It cannot go on like this. Vanished - no contact for

months. The only thoughts seem to be those of return. Someone once wrote

that you can never come home - it is never the same, and people change

whilst the fixtures and fittings do not.

 

This is enough - as Wyatt Earp allegedly said:

 

"It all ends here".

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 17:57:14 -0700

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And there you go, eh voila

 

At 05:27 AM 8/6/97 -0700, you wrote:

>> Timothy K. Gallagher wrote:

>> Why is everyone so afraid of being labeled "corporate"?  Why is this

>> considered such an evil thing?

>

>I think it goes back to the beat writers themselves, Kerouac's insistence

>that the American dream was somehow doomed, Ginsberg's vision of Molach

>in Howl,

>

>"Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton

>treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations!

>invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

>They broke their backs lifting Molach to Heaven! Pavement, trees, radios,

>tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about

>us!"

>

>And even Burroughs who left America to do much of his writing in Mexico

>and Tangiers.  The idea of corporate America is linked to money and

>possessions, America building bombs but not feeding her hungry.

>Corporate America was much of what the beats stood outside of, unwilling

>to be a part of.  At the same time, later in their lives, both Ginsberg

>and Burroughs found that they could use corporate America to their

>benefit. It's the difference, I think, between being young and idealistic

>and older and idealistic.  I think they realized that there was nothing

>wrong with using corporate America, money and self-promotion to a certain

>extent, to get across their ideas.  Why not use American money to

>change American civilization.  It is the same way with any publication,

>any magazine.  Ads from corporate America pay the bills.  One hand pats

>the other. It is their money that allows words to be published, that

>allow our freedom to write about the beats, to know their ideas and have

>those ideas reach immortality.  We should applaud any publication like

>Wired, which gives space to ideas that matter. The good side of corporate

>is the money that affords writers and artists a way to say whatever they

>want, gives magazines and to publishers the means to devote space to

>writers and works that are experimental and/or outside of the mainstream.

>DC

>

>

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 11:10:03 -0700

Reply-To:     Diane Carter <dcarter@TOGETHER.NET>

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From:         Diane Carter <dcarter@TOGETHER.NET>

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My thoughts on Desolation Angels, a well-written epic that finds Kerouac

once again unhappy on the mountain, unhappy in America, unhappy in

Mexico, unhappy in Europe and then unhappy in America again.  Desolate

and in despair, everywhere.  There's a lot of darkness here.  Now the

joys and kicks are found in the narration of others living life, while

Jack now looks on from afar, seeing nothingness and loss in joy as well

as in despair.  Some things I underlined, which show a definite

progression of thought:

 

pg. 4

"'When I get to the top of Desolation Peak and everybody leaves on mules

and I'm alone I will come face to face with God or Tathagata and find out

once and for all what is the meaning of this existence and suffering and

going to and from in vain' but instead I come face to face with myself,

no liquor, no drugs, no chance of faking it but face to face with ole

Hateful Duluoz Me and many's the time I thought I die, suspire of

boredom, or jump off the mountain, but the days, nay the hours dragged

and I had no guts for such a leap...

 

pg. 13

"My life is a vast inconsequential epic with a thousand and a million

characters--here they all come, as swiftly we roll east, and swiftly the

earth rolls east."

 

pg. 14

"For the trouble with Desolation is, no characters, alone, isolated..."

 

pg. 68

"What did I learn on GWADDAWACKAMBLACK? I learned that I hate

myself...Desolation adventure finds me finding at the bottom of myself

abysmal nothingness worse than no illusion even--my mind's in rags--"

 

[I think the "I hate myself" fact is probably the most important fact in

the way Kerouac lived and died.]

 

pg. 78

"For those who believe in a personal God who cares about good and bad are

hallucinating themselves beyond the shadow of a doubt...It's just nothing

but Infinity, infinity variously amusing itself with a movie, empty space

and matter both, it doesn't limit itself to either one, infinitude wants

all...I can't for the life of me be anything but enraged, lost, partial,

critical, mixed-up, scared, foolish, proud, sneering, shit shit shit..."

 

pg. 123

"I look up, there are the stars, just the same, desolation, and the

angels below don't know their angels--

And Sarina will die--,

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars

will fade out one after another in time."

 

pg. 187

"...I keep getting the feeling too, as Cody wins he really loses, as he

loses he really wins, it's all ephemeral and can't be grabbed by the

hand--the money, yes, but the facts of patience and eternity,

no--Eternity! Meaning more than all time and beyond all that little crap

and on forever! 'Cody, you cant win, you cant lose, all's ephemeral, all

is hurt,' are my feelings..."

 

pg. 315

"...and I looked up and saw the bleak pines by bleak mills of Roanke

Rapids with one final despair, like the despair of a man who has nothing

left to do but leave the earth forever.  Soldiers waited for the bus

smoking.  Fat old North Carolinians watched hands aback clasped.  Sunday

morning, I empty of my little tricks to make life livable.  An empty

orphan sitting nowhere, sick and crying.  Like dying I saw all the years

flash by, all the efforts my father had made to make a living something

to be interested about but only ending in death, blank death in the glare

of the automobile day, automobile cemetaries, whole parking lots of

cemeteries everywhere, I saw the glum faces of my mother, of Irwin, of

Julien, of Ruth, all trying to make it to go on believing without hope.

Gay college students in the back of the bus making me even sicker to

think of their purple plans all in time to end blind in an automobile

cemetary insurance office for nothing.  Where's yonder old mule buried in

those piny barrens or did the buzzard just eat? Caca, all the world caca.

 I remembered the enormous despair of when I was 24 sitting in my

mother's house all day while she worked in the shoe factory, in fact

sitting in my father's death chair, staring like a bust of Goethe at

nothing.  Getting up once in a while to plunk sonatas on the piano,

sonatas of my own spontaneous invention, then falling on the bed crying.

 Looking out the window at the glare of automobiles on Crossbay

Boulevard.  Bending my head over my first novel, too sick to go on.

Wondering about Goldsmith and Johnson how they burped sorrow by their

firesides in a life that was too long.  That's what my father told me the

night he died, 'life is too long.'"

 

and the end,

pg. 409

"a peaceful sorrow at home is the best I'll ever be able to offer the

world, in the end, and so I told my Desolation Angels goodbye.  A new

life for me."

 

If anyone has made it this far, why would anyone who knew Kerouac not

want to give him a good kick in the ass?

 

pg.195

Simon tells him, "'Ah Jacky-boy dont give me that, life is life and blood

and pulling and ticking' ( and the starts tickling my ribs to prove it)

'See? you jump away, you tickle, you life, you have living beauty in your

brain and living joy in your hort and living orgasm in your body, all you

gotta do it do it! Do it! Everybody loves to join arms-in-arms in the

walk,' and I can see he's been talking to Irwin..."

 

pg. 265

"'You fool ,' says Irwin in one of the rare instances when he let slip

what he really thought of me, 'How can you sleep all day and never see

anything, what's the sense of being alive?'"

 

 

What happened to joy in the joy/despair dualities?

DC

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 23:15:59 -0400

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Hi Judith,

 

        I'd appreciate hearing more from you about the recordings your were

listening to and the ones you liked most...and everyone else, please chime in.

 

        An earlier post - quite a while ago - mentioned the Burroughs

recordings for "Black Rider" with Tom Waits which includes Waits doing some

Burroughs. As I recall the comment was very critical of Waits and

uncomplementary about the recording. I liked all the recording, not least

for the Burroughs material, and I like his work with Laurie Anderson, but

I'd appreciate pointers to the favorites of the rest of you.

 

                Antoine

 

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

     "An anarchist is someone who doesn't need a cop to tell him what to do!"

                        -- Norman Navrotsky and Utah Phillips

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 00:21:39 -0400

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somone mentioned something about Burroughs' spoken word cds. I wanted to

make a list of the ones I have and if anyone can tell me what i'm missing.

 

1. Dead City Radio

2.Break Through the Grey Room.

3. You're the Guy I Want to Share My Money With

4. WBS and Gus Van Sant

5. Vaudeville Voices

6. Naked Lunch

 

i know i'm missing Junky and a 2 cd set compilation import.

 

did anyone hear about a new anthology of Burrough's work coming out?

Supposedly it will be available around 1998.

 

                                                jason

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 23:21:54 -0400

Reply-To:     Judith Campbell <boondock@POBOX.COM>

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From:         Judith Campbell <boondock@POBOX.COM>

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At 11:15 PM 8/6/97 -0400, Antoine Maloney wrote:

>Hi Judith,

>

>        I'd appreciate hearing more from you about the recordings your were

>listening to and the ones you liked most...and everyone else, please chime

in.

 

This may label me for the weird person that I am, but I especially like

Dead City Radio, favorite pieces -  The Thanksgiving Prayer, Kill the

Badger, Sermon on the Mount - the most irreverent the better.

 

  We also listen to Spare Ass Annie and Call Me Burroughs.

 

 As for Mr. Burrough's written works, I most enjoyed reading the collection

"The Letters of William S. Burroughs 1945-59" - edited by Oliver Harris.  I

had a much better understanding of WSB and all the Beats after reading this

book.  Watching his growth and progression as a writer was fascinating, and

the clarity that emerged when he wasn't on the junk - mighty, mighty.

 

Judith

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 21:28:11 -0700

Reply-To:     "Michael R. Brown" <foosi@GLOBAL.CALIFORNIA.COM>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Michael R. Brown" <foosi@GLOBAL.CALIFORNIA.COM>

Subject:      Re: To Judith re: Burroughs recordings

Comments: To: Judith Campbell <boondock@POBOX.COM>

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On Wed, 6 Aug 1997, Judith Campbell wrote:

 

> "The Letters of William S. Burroughs 1945-59" - edited by Oliver Harris.  I

> had a much better understanding of WSB and all the Beats after reading this

> book.  Watching his growth and progression as a writer was fascinating, and

> the clarity that emerged when he wasn't on the junk - mighty, mighty.

 

Judith -

 

Gladdened that you picked up on the '45-'59 letters. Friends have been

driven distracted by my enthusiasms for them. Did you find the earlier

ones to be even better? I did. Vivid, edgy, economical, electric with the

Burroughs soul. I don't know more diamond-like writing in English unless

it be that Beat precursor, Mary MacLane (1881-1929).

 

 

 

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

 

  "Wittgenstein said that if the universe is pre-recorded, the only thing

   not pre-recorded is those recordings themselves. In my work,

   the cut-ups and all, I attempt to get at the substance of the

   recordings."

                                - William S. Burroughs

                                  (quoted from memory)

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 21:32:18 -0700

Reply-To:     muzik <muzik@PRODIGY.NET>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         muzik <muzik@PRODIGY.NET>

Subject:      A William S. Burroughs memorial song.

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Hello, I am new to this list and an avid Beat Generation type reader. I =

am 17 years old. I have recently due to the death of William Seward =

Burroughs dedicated a song to him by writing one. It's in mp3 format and =

about 7 megabytes. I am looking for a suitable and willing WSB or Beat =

Gen. site willing to host this jewel [by my opinion]. Anyone?

 

D. Taylor Singletary, Hipster and Slackellectual . muzik@prodigy.net

 

 

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 22:13:06 -0700

Reply-To:     runner <babu@ELECTRICITI.COM>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         runner <babu@ELECTRICITI.COM>

Subject:      Re: Desolation Angels...the darkness again

In-Reply-To:  <33E8BDFB.7C6C@together.net>

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At 11:10 AM -0700 8/6/97, Diane Carter wrote:

 

> What happened to joy in the joy/despair dualities?

 

joy began drinking Miller Lite

and started putting the sham

in the shamma lamma ding dong

 

despair took neither sailors,

hookers, nor used car salesmen

with a walk and a talk

 

eww we doom ma

eww we doom ma

eww we doom ma

 

> DC

 

 

 

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:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 02:15:57 -0400

Reply-To:     Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Last Words

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I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words of

William S. Burroughs?

 

Neil

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Date:         Wed, 6 Aug 1997 23:48:52 -0700

Reply-To:     "Michael R. Brown" <foosi@GLOBAL.CALIFORNIA.COM>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Michael R. Brown" <foosi@GLOBAL.CALIFORNIA.COM>

Subject:      Re: Last Words

Comments: To: Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

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On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, Neil Hennessy wrote:

 

> I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words of

> William S. Burroughs?

 

"Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

 

 

 

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

 

  "Wittgenstein said that if the universe is pre-recorded, the only thing

   not pre-recorded is those recordings themselves. In my work,

   the cut-ups and all, I attempt to get at the substance of the

   recordings."

                                - William S. Burroughs

                                  (quoted from memory)

=========================================================================

Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 03:35:47 +0000

Reply-To:     randyr@southeast.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Comments:     Authenticated sender is <randyr@pop.jaxnet.com>

From:         randy royal <randyr@SOUTHEAST.NET>

Subject:      Re: Last Words

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> > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words of

> > William S. Burroughs?

>

> "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

 don't mean to sound skeptical but

how do you know? were you there? who was Arthur Fleignheimer?

confused and tired~ good morning all

randy

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 06:03:17 -0500

Reply-To:     Jym Mooney <vmooney@EXECPC.COM>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Jym Mooney <vmooney@EXECPC.COM>

Subject:      Re: "Vaudville Voices and other WSB cds..."

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Add to your list:

 

1. Spare Ass Annie

2. 10% File Under Burroughs

3. The Priest They Called Him (with Kurt Cobain)

4. Call Me Burroughs (also included on the bootleg Vaudeville Voices CD)

 

Where can I get my hands on the Naked Lunch CD you mentioned?

 

Regards,

 

Jym Mooney

 

----------

> From: Hipster Beat Poet. <jdematte@TURBO.KEAN.EDU>

> To: BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU

> Subject: "Vaudville Voices and other WSB cds..."

> Date: Wednesday, August 06, 1997 11:21 PM

>

> somone mentioned something about Burroughs' spoken word cds. I wanted to

> make a list of the ones I have and if anyone can tell me what i'm

missing.

>

> 1. Dead City Radio

> 2.Break Through the Grey Room.

> 3. You're the Guy I Want to Share My Money With

> 4. WBS and Gus Van Sant

> 5. Vaudeville Voices

> 6. Naked Lunch

>

> i know i'm missing Junky and a 2 cd set compilation import.

>

> did anyone hear about a new anthology of Burrough's work coming out?

> Supposedly it will be available around 1998.

>

>                                                 jason

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 13:09:00 +0200

Reply-To:     Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      Nick Cave Re: Burroughs Webmasters Speak

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At 14.41 05/08/97 -0700,

"Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU> wrote:

[i snip alot for brevity]

 

>I was going to write inked but since it was not ink but pixesl I made upo

>the term e-ink.

>

>So I would take credit for coining it,

>

>but,

>

>I decided that I better check that out so I typed http://www.e-ink.com

>

>to see what would happen

>

>and there it was

>

>the e-ink website

>

>So it was original to me not wasn't original to the world.

>

>Although, they are calling themselves electronic ink and claim to be

>"Electric Ink) is the new Electronic Printing & Publishing division of Pilot

>Advertising)."

>

 

Timothy, please, add to the credits the Nick Cave's book:

Nick Cave, "King Ink"

A collection of lyrics, poems and writings 1978-1986.

 

sani,

Rinaldo.

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 13:08:11 +0200

Reply-To:     Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      Re: next reading project

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At 08.59 06/08/97 -0700,

"Shannon L. Stephens" <shanstep@CS.ARIZONA.EDU> wrote:

>I'm up for Diane's suggested reading. I have silently started reading On

>the Road for the first time as a great bang way to start my 27th year.

>

>-shannon (in Tucson where it is not quite as hot but strangely humid for

>Arizona.)

>

>

dear beats,

 

how im'/was/'ll reading the beats,

 

i was born in 1950, just then in Italy a lot of

things were "forbidden", i remember late 1950 when jazz &

jukebox were advised sinful, (i never know why), & the first

comics magazine arrived from US,

                        & packages of provisionses.

                        an handshake printed on the package

                        in background the flag US of America.

 

(or addressed to my mother my father's letters.

letters tied up with a cord placed into a drawer,

on the envelope stamped POW,

& he told me first some english words: "Prisoner Of War".)

 

then during decenniums the beat literature was my pal, now i turned 47

& beat lit is again here, it's a summa of

a gone age, a dream, a myself's something...

or im' forever out of one-way beat lit.

 

sani,

Rinaldo.

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 23:07:27 +0900

Reply-To:     rastous@LIGHT.IINET.NET.AU

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Rastous The Reviewer <rastous@LIGHT.IINET.NET.AU>

Subject:      William Burroughs Tribute In Real Audio.

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On August 8, at 1400 GMT, there will be a short tribute to William

Burroughs, broadcasting in Real Audio, :

 

http://light.iinet.net.au/~rastous/radio.htm

 

and follow the link through to 5UV.

 

We'll be playing some of Uncle Bill's work, and tracks from "Kicks Joys

Darkness", as well as reading from a series of Beat inspired short stories.

 

Please feel free to tune in.

 

Cheers,

 

Rastous

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 09:45:51 -0400

Reply-To:     "Paul McDonald, TeleReference LA, Main Info Services"

              <PAUL@LOUISVILLE.LIB.KY.US>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Paul McDonald, TeleReference LA, Main Info Services"

              <PAUL@LOUISVILLE.LIB.KY.US>

Subject:      Beat Posters

 

I still have a signed Ferlinghetti poster and a signed Corso for sale.

Burroughs and Ginsberg have already been sold.  If interested please email me

privately at:

 

                         Paul@louisville.lib.ky.us

 

Thanks!

 

Paul

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 09:46:55 -0400

Reply-To:     Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

Subject:      Re: To Judith re: Burroughs recordings

In-Reply-To:  <Pine.BSI.3.95.970806212409.25756A-100000@global.california.com>

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synchronicity: i just pulled the letters from my bookcase yesterday, and

agree that they are helpful in understanding the progression of his work as

well as just plain good reading.

mc

 

>On Wed, 6 Aug 1997, Judith Campbell wrote:

>

>> "The Letters of William S. Burroughs 1945-59" - edited by Oliver Harris.  I

>> had a much better understanding of WSB and all the Beats after reading this

>> book.  Watching his growth and progression as a writer was fascinating, and

>> the clarity that emerged when he wasn't on the junk - mighty, mighty.

>

>Judith -

>

>Gladdened that you picked up on the '45-'59 letters. Friends have been

>driven distracted by my enthusiasms for them. Did you find the earlier

>ones to be even better? I did. Vivid, edgy, economical, electric with the

>Burroughs soul. I don't know more diamond-like writing in English unless

>it be that Beat precursor, Mary MacLane (1881-1929).

>

>

>

>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>

>  "Wittgenstein said that if the universe is pre-recorded, the only thing

>   not pre-recorded is those recordings themselves. In my work,

>   the cut-ups and all, I attempt to get at the substance of the

>   recordings."

>                                - William S. Burroughs

>                                  (quoted from memory)

=========================================================================

Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 10:16:11 -0400

Reply-To:     Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: Last Words

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On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, randy royal wrote:

 

> > > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words of

> > > William S. Burroughs?

> >

> > "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

>  don't mean to sound skeptical but

> how do you know? were you there? who was Arthur Fleignheimer?

> confused and tired~ good morning all

 

My question was serious, and I assume this was a light-hearted reply,

since Arthur Fleggenheimer (sp?) was the real name of Dutch Schultz.

 

Neil

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 09:27:32 -0500

Reply-To:     Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      So Long Gramps

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david rhaesa writing:

 

Grandfather,

 

i'm not certain when you became my grandfather -- during one of my

hospital stays or another -- it doesn't matter when or where.  You were

my grandfather from that point forward and for all points before.

 

now our journeys will take different pathways.  i will continue to learn

from your lessons and walk in the safety of your vision throughout my

journey through the here and now that some call the present.

 

love,

david rhaesa

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 11:26:06 -0500

Reply-To:     Luke Kelly <lpk@kdsi.net>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Luke Kelly <lpk@KDSI.NET>

Subject:      Burroughs memorial program

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To the people of Beat-L . . . friends:

 

Dave Hull (Lawrence, KS) graciously offered scans of Mr.

Burroughs' memorial service program.  They are on-line

at <http://www.bigtable.com/memorial/>.

 

He said:

 

"The service was quite somber.  It's easy to forget that William

Burroughs was a man with very close friends.  These close friends were

there and it was obvious they were deeply saddened not by the loss of the

influential writer, but by the loss of a close friend."

 

Send him thanks at <insipid@insipid.cc.ukans.edu>.

 

Warmest regards,

Luke Kelly

http://www.bigtable.com/

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 09:46:47 -0700

Reply-To:     "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: Nick Cave Re: Burroughs Webmasters Speak

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>At 14.41 05/08/97 -0700,

>"Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU> wrote:

>[i snip alot for brevity]

>

>>I was going to write inked but since it was not ink but pixesl I made upo

>>the term e-ink.

>>

>>So I would take credit for coining it,

>>

>>but,

>>

>>I decided that I better check that out so I typed http://www.e-ink.com

>>

>>to see what would happen

>>

>>and there it was

>>

>>the e-ink website

>>

>>So it was original to me not wasn't original to the world.

>>

>>Although, they are calling themselves electronic ink and claim to be

>>"Electric Ink) is the new Electronic Printing & Publishing division of Pilot

>>Advertising)."

>>

>

>Timothy, please, add to the credits the Nick Cave's book:

>Nick Cave, "King Ink"

>A collection of lyrics, poems and writings 1978-1986.

>

>sani,

>Rinaldo.

 

Happy Birthday (shangri kuaile) rinaldo

 

n'est-ce pas?

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 09:57:57 -0700

Reply-To:     "Penn, Douglas, K" <dkpenn@OEES.COM>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Penn, Douglas, K" <dkpenn@OEES.COM>

Subject:      Re: "Vaudville Voices and other WSB cds..."

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And, if this hasn't already been mentioned, there's a Burroughs/REM

track ("Star Me Kitten") on the X-Files tribute album.

 

Douglas

 

>----------

>From:  Jym Mooney[SMTP:vmooney@EXECPC.COM]

>Sent:  Thursday, August 07, 1997 4:03 AM

>To:    BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU

>Subject:       Re: "Vaudville Voices and other WSB cds..."

>

>Add to your list:

>

>1. Spare Ass Annie

>2. 10% File Under Burroughs

>3. The Priest They Called Him (with Kurt Cobain)

>4. Call Me Burroughs (also included on the bootleg Vaudeville Voices CD)

>

>Where can I get my hands on the Naked Lunch CD you mentioned?

>

>Regards,

>

>Jym Mooney

>

>----------

>> From: Hipster Beat Poet. <jdematte@TURBO.KEAN.EDU>

>> To: BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU

>> Subject: "Vaudville Voices and other WSB cds..."

>> Date: Wednesday, August 06, 1997 11:21 PM

>>

>> somone mentioned something about Burroughs' spoken word cds. I wanted to

>> make a list of the ones I have and if anyone can tell me what i'm

>missing.

>>

>> 1. Dead City Radio

>> 2.Break Through the Grey Room.

>> 3. You're the Guy I Want to Share My Money With

>> 4. WBS and Gus Van Sant

>> 5. Vaudeville Voices

>> 6. Naked Lunch

>>

>> i know i'm missing Junky and a 2 cd set compilation import.

>>

>> did anyone hear about a new anthology of Burrough's work coming out?

>> Supposedly it will be available around 1998.

>>

>>                                                 jason

>

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 09:47:08 -0700

Reply-To:     Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

Subject:      Re: Burroughs memorial program

Comments: To: Luke Kelly <lpk@kdsi.net>

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Luke Kelly wrote:

>

> To the people of Beat-L . . . friends:

>

> Dave Hull (Lawrence, KS) graciously offered scans of Mr.

> Burroughs' memorial service program.  They are on-line

> at <http://www.bigtable.com/memorial/>.

>

> He said:

>

> "The service was quite somber.  It's easy to forget that William

> Burroughs was a man with very close friends.  These close friends were

> there and it was obvious they were deeply saddened not by the loss of the

> influential writer, but by the loss of a close friend."

>

> Send him thanks at <insipid@insipid.cc.ukans.edu>.

>

> Warmest regards,

> Luke Kelly

> http://www.bigtable.com/

> .-

And to you too Luke

 

leon

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 19:18:28 +0100

Reply-To:     roger duncan <rbd@GLOBALNET.CO.UK>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         roger duncan <rbd@GLOBALNET.CO.UK>

Subject:      Wales and WSB

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I never see any UK posts on the list - but mebe all the Uk members are

lurkers like us.

 

The shock of WSB breaking through the final grey room has left us numb.

Just reflecting other list members comments - Ginsberg was bad enough.

but for me WSB was and is beat.

 

His writings interweave with my life.  I remember age 16 (about 1965)

getting Naked Lunch out of the library in a grey London suburbs. the cover

was marked " not to be left on the shelves".  I'd ordered it following

reading Ginsberg poetry in Peace News,and reading OTR etc all in one long

sitting.

 

Naked Lunch made me laugh till I cried.  It got passed round the school and

affected many of my peers.

 

During the 60s and early 70s - whilst WSB was in London - he wrote prolific

for so many small presses and alternative newspaper throughout the UK and

world generally too.

His work surrounded us here.  he was pervasive.

 

I thought/hoped he'd go on forever and ever with his cats and his guns.

 

the recent letters book and dream book felt like there was still so much

wisdom.  The links between his work and the qabbala and magic(k) leaves me

breathless.

 

from a cabal of WSB souls in the land of Wales, farewell Bill.

 

roger and syd.

 

-death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pooks sweet sake -

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 16:36:44 -0400

Reply-To:     Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG>

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---------- Forwarded message ----------

Date: Thu, 07 Aug 1997 15:13:41 -0500

From: Kris Abplanalp <labplana@seidata.com>

To: Michael Stutz <stutz@dsl.org>

Cc: Rich Stephens <subrosa@super.win.or.jp>, droneon@ucsd.edu

Subject: William Seward Burroughs

 

among the list of things WSB was still working on before his death was a

collaboration with the great John Fahey. WSB doing spoken word over top

of JF's guitar playing.  only a small portion was finished...

 

kris abplanalp

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 16:45:20 +0000

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 hey, all iwanted to no was how did mike know bill's lastwords. i

 wanted to know if mike was there or if there was an article where i

 could check itout or anything. i was being serious, if somewhat

 inaudible, excuse me. randy

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 17:31:03 -0400

Reply-To:     Neil Hennessy <nhenness@undergrad.math.uwaterloo.ca>

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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: Last Words

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On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, randy royal wrote:

 

>  hey, all iwanted to no was how did mike know bill's lastwords. i

>  wanted to know if mike was there or if there was an article where i

>  could check itout or anything. i was being serious, if somewhat

>  inaudible, excuse me. randy

>

If it's true, I'd like to know how and where as well. But I figured the

Arthur Fleggenheimer response was a joke because of the "last words".

Burroughs had such a fascination with last words over his life, I'm

curious about his last words. See Port of Saints, for example. The

last "chapter" enumerates the last words of Dutch Schultz, Ulysses S.

Grant, and Billy the Kid. In Place of Dead Roads, the last section

is called "Quien Es?" (B the K's last), and I believe one of the

chapters in Cities of the Red Night is titled "Quien Es?" From

Place of Dead Roads:

 

Last words of Billy the Kid when he walked into a dark room and saw a

shadowy figure sitting there. Who is it? The answer was a bullet through

the heart. When you ask Death for his credentials you are dead (PR 201).

 

Someone even wrote an essay about 10 years ago called "The Last Words of

William S. Burroughs", so I figure it's as valid an enquiry as any. Does

anyone know what Burroughs' epitaph is? Did they use the one from The

Place of Dead Roads (or was it the Western Lands, I can't remember), that

ends with "Pop pop pop". (I'm going to have to look this one up when I get

a chance.)

 

Neil

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 17:55:37 -0400

Reply-To:     Mike Rice <mrice@CENTURYINTER.NET>

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From:         Mike Rice <mrice@CENTURYINTER.NET>

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At 03:35 AM 8/7/97 +0000, you wrote:

>> > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words of

>> > William S. Burroughs?

>>

>> "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

> don't mean to sound skeptical but

>how do you know? were you there? who was Arthur Fleignheimer?

>confused and tired~ good morning all

>randy

>

>

 

Arthur Fleigenheimer is the real name of

the mobster Dutch Schultz.  Whoever wrote

this is kidding.

 

Mike

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 15:39:55 -0700

Reply-To:     muzik <muzik@PRODIGY.NET>

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As an addition, while looking at Spare Ass Annie:

 

"Wrinkled earlobes are a sure sign of impending heart attacks."

 

VERY prophetic, indeed.

 

-

D. Taylor Singletary, Hipster and Slackellectual . muzik@prodigy.net

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 15:54:09 -0700

Reply-To:     Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

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http://www.bigtable.com/primer/0011g.html

 

Randy, If you look up our friend Luke Kelly's amazing Burroughs  site

cum cutup machine, you will find the above url in the extensive Primer

section.

 

It reviews Burroughs' 1970 screenplay "The Last Words of Dutch Schultz",

nee Arthur Flegenheimer. I assume Kelly is the Reviewer. He points out

fascinating similarities in Dutch's last words to Burroughs' cut up

compositions

 

Mike Rice wrote:

>

> At 03:35 AM 8/7/97 +0000, you wrote:

> >> > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words of

> >> > William S. Burroughs?

> >>

> >> "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

> > don't mean to sound skeptical but

> >how do you know? were you there? who was Arthur Fleignheimer?

> >confused and tired~ good morning all

> >randy

> >

> >

>

> Arthur Fleigenheimer is the real name of

> the mobster Dutch Schultz.  Whoever wrote

> this is kidding.

>

> Mike

> .-

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 16:17:24 -0700

Reply-To:     muzik <muzik@PRODIGY.NET>

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 Anyone know where I could possibly find copies of Mr. Burroughs plays =

and screenplays? Electronic or otherwise?

 

-

D. Taylor Singletary, Hipster and Slackellectual . muzik@prodigy.net=20

 

 

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 19:41:24 -0400

Reply-To:     Chimera@WEBTV.NET

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From:         Eric Blanco <Chimera@WEBTV.NET>

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          Hello everyone:

          A while back someone posted

a description of a work as "dangerous

writing"-a great phrase and a high

compliment, I'm sure.

 

            My questions to the list are: what

qualities does a writers' work have to have

in order for it to be dangerous? What was

dangerous about the beats' writings, and

is it enough just to upset the status quo or

does something else have to be present?

Are there any dangerous writers today?

Finally, is it possible to be mainstream

(Anne Rice? Eric Lustbader?) and still be

dangerous?

 

                   I look forward to your

feedback, either to the list or in private.

I hope you've all had a great week and

are looking forward to the weekend.

 

                                    My best,

 

                                     Chimera

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 20:02:48 -0400

Reply-To:     Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG>

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From:         Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG>

Subject:      Re: Last Words

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On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, Neil Hennessy wrote:

 

> Someone even wrote an essay about 10 years ago called "The Last Words of

> William S. Burroughs", so I figure it's as valid an enquiry as any.

 

Does anyone have a copy of this, or know where one exists? As many of you

undoubtedly are, I'm interested in what William's parting shot was -- as

well as Ginsberg's. I'd first heard it was "toodle-oo," but then I recall

reading something else somewhere, so I ain't got no clue.

 

bye,

 

m

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 17:07:13 -0700

Reply-To:     "Penn, Douglas, K" <dkpenn@OEES.COM>

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Chimera writ:

 

<<

>            My questions to the list are: [snip]

>is it enough just to upset the status quo or

>does something else have to be present?

>>

 

Am right in the middle of Salvador Dali's "Early Years".  Was

interesting to read that he was threatening to his native Catalan not

necessarily because he treated his paintings with a "cubist/surrealist"

style, but because he _also_ painted in a classical "naturalistic"

manner.  He would exhibit both styles of painting at the same time. =20

 

Some people criticized him as fake or pass=E9, some attacked him for not

being "domestic" enough.  But to find out that the real criticisms were

based on his dualities and flagrancies of style, now that is

interesting.  Kinda goes back to what the whole "corporate" argument was

about.  It's all right to be traditional or against the status quo, but

to be both at the same time!!  Mon Dieu!

 

How this relates to the "beats" I'm not exactly sure.

 

>>                                     Chimera

 

Douglas

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 19:12:10 -0500

Reply-To:     RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET>

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From:         RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET>

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i'm back safely in salina kansas and just woke from a siesta and vaguely

know where i am.  while i was asleep my step-mother whose maiden name is

seward and is related to lincoln's secretary of state somewhere along

the old family tree e-mailed me and wondered where the seward in william

burroughs name came from.  i typed out the bit of information i found in

literary outlaw.  it wasn't clear whether the line about hope was

related to the 1857 or the 1914 birthed WSB.

 

At any rate, if anyone out there knows additional information about the

roots of William Burroughs' middle name "Seward" beyond the biography's

sketchy details, i'd appreciate any backchannels so that i can pass them

on to my step-mother and her mother in Ark City.

 

sincerely,

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 19:50:47 -0500

Reply-To:     RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET>

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Leon Tabory wrote:

>

> http://www.bigtable.com/primer/0011g.html

>

> Randy, If you look up our friend Luke Kelly's amazing Burroughs  site

> cum cutup machine, you will find the above url in the extensive Primer

> section.

>

> It reviews Burroughs' 1970 screenplay "The Last Words of Dutch Schultz",

> nee Arthur Flegenheimer. I assume Kelly is the Reviewer. He points out

> fascinating similarities in Dutch's last words to Burroughs' cut up

> compositions

>

> Mike Rice wrote:

> >

> > At 03:35 AM 8/7/97 +0000, you wrote:

> > >> > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words of

> > >> > William S. Burroughs?

> > >>

> > >> "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

> > > don't mean to sound skeptical but

> > >how do you know? were you there? who was Arthur Fleignheimer?

> > >confused and tired~ good morning all

> > >randy

> > >

> > >

> >

> > Arthur Fleigenheimer is the real name of

> > the mobster Dutch Schultz.  Whoever wrote

> > this is kidding.

> >

> > Mike

> > .-

 

to hear some of LWDS try the Spare Ass Annie cd

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 18:26:59 -0700

Reply-To:     runner <babu@ELECTRICITI.COM>

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stolen from another list::

 

<< start of forwarded material >>

 

 

Sender: owner-jgballard@simons-rock.edu

Date: Thu, 7 Aug 1997 23:27:53 +0100

To: jgballard@simons-rock.edu

From: houghtong@globalnet.co.uk (Gerald Houghton)

Subject: A hard habit to break...

Sender: owner-jgballard@simons-rock.edu

 

I was expecting someone else would bring this up, but since no one has...

 

JGB penned an obituary from William S. Burroughs in 'The Guardian' newspaper

(Monday August 4). Some of what he said:

 

"That William Burroughs lived to such an immense asge is a tribute to the

rejuvinating powers of a mis-spent life. More than half a century of heavy

drug use failed to dim either his remarkably sharp mind or his dryly

crackling humour...He changed little over the decades,a nd hardly needed to

- his weird genius was the perfect mirror of his times, and made him the

most important and original writer since the second world war. Now we are

left with the career novelists."

 

 

Gerald Houghton

e-mail: houghtong@globalnet.co.uk

The Edge magazine homepage:

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~houghtong/edge1.htm

 

 

<< end of forwarded material >>

 

 

 

 

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:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 20:43:34 -0700

Reply-To:     "Michael R. Brown" <foosi@GLOBAL.CALIFORNIA.COM>

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From:         "Michael R. Brown" <foosi@GLOBAL.CALIFORNIA.COM>

Subject:      Re: WSB & Fleigenheimer

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On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, Mike Rice wrote:

 

> At 03:35 AM 8/7/97 +0000, someone or other wrote:

 

> > > > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words

> > > > of William S. Burroughs?

 

Michael Brown wrote:

 

> > > "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

 

Randy wrote:

 

> > don't mean to sound skeptical but how do you know? were you there?

> > who was Arthur Fleignheimer confused and tired~ good morning all

 

I didn't mean it literally. "Arthur Fleigenheimer" is the refrain that

echoes through (and is the last words heard in) one of Burroughs's most

striking works: the screenplay of _The Last Words of Dutch Schultz_.

 

> Arthur Fleigenheimer is the real name of the mobster Dutch Schultz.

> Whoever wrote this is kidding.

 

I wasn't kidding, either. It was meant neither literally nor comically.

Nor symbolically. Whatever were Burrough's last words, they had resonance.

 

 

 

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

 

  "Wittgenstein said that if the universe is pre-recorded, the only thing

   not pre-recorded is those recordings themselves. In my work,

   the cut-ups and all, I attempt to get at the substance of the

   recordings."

                                - William S. Burroughs

                                  (quoted from memory)

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Date:         Thu, 7 Aug 1997 22:29:28 -0700

Reply-To:     "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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His last words were "a man has wept and never dashed a thousand kims, Joan,

I'm sorry".

 

 

 

At 08:43 PM 8/7/97 -0700, you wrote:

>On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, Mike Rice wrote:

>

>> At 03:35 AM 8/7/97 +0000, someone or other wrote:

>

>> > > > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words

>> > > > of William S. Burroughs?

>

>Michael Brown wrote:

>

>> > > "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

>

>Randy wrote:

>

>> > don't mean to sound skeptical but how do you know? were you there?

>> > who was Arthur Fleignheimer confused and tired~ good morning all

>

>I didn't mean it literally. "Arthur Fleigenheimer" is the refrain that

>echoes through (and is the last words heard in) one of Burroughs's most

>striking works: the screenplay of _The Last Words of Dutch Schultz_.

>

>> Arthur Fleigenheimer is the real name of the mobster Dutch Schultz.

>> Whoever wrote this is kidding.

>

>I wasn't kidding, either. It was meant neither literally nor comically.

>Nor symbolically. Whatever were Burrough's last words, they had resonance.

>

>

>

>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>

>  "Wittgenstein said that if the universe is pre-recorded, the only thing

>   not pre-recorded is those recordings themselves. In my work,

>   the cut-ups and all, I attempt to get at the substance of the

>   recordings."

>                                - William S. Burroughs

>                                  (quoted from memory)

>

>

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 01:39:37 -0700

Reply-To:     mike@buchenroth.com

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From:         "Michael L. Buchenroth" <mike@BUCHENROTH.COM>

Organization: Buchenroth Publishing Company

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Test Test

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 02:14:48 -0700

Reply-To:     mike@buchenroth.com

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From:         "Michael L. Buchenroth" <mike@BUCHENROTH.COM>

Organization: Buchenroth Publishing Company

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Breath and I drove from Lawerence to St. Louis listening to the

recording of Naked Lunch that a Beat-l member sent for the trip. Which

it was as the orange blue chromium sun sat at the river of the Western

Lands.

 

We're back in Columbus listening to some Doors tapes.

 

Thanks to those members of the list who took up a collection for us and

to David and Patricia for good times.

 

The service for Burroughs was dignified, proper and filled  with a broad

spectum of people who came to pay their last respects.James Grauerholtz

paid tribute; His mother sang. Those who wanted, passed by the open

coffin. Bill's hat was placed on the coffin facing him. The music was

varied. (more later) A farewell card with B's signature note was given

to all. The service was non-denominational. It was held at a theatre

(Liberty Hall) on the main Drag in Lawerence. It seemed church-like, but

some of B's own sermons were played on tape. I thought it had an slight

vaudelville hue to it. B was smiling.

 

Afterwards, James, Jim McCrary, John Giorno and other dignitaries

mingled with a good crowd at a bar (Replay). James asked me nervously if

it went all right. Yes. James. I was going to put the touch on him for

some bread to get back East, then I remembered one of the songs at the

service was "Minnie the Moocher."

 

I can say that Mr. Burroughs was a Johnson last time I saw him. As he

signed my son's copy of Western Lands he said," And I have something for

you."  He said it would kick in about the time I get past Kansas City.

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 03:31:40 -0700

Reply-To:     mike@buchenroth.com

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Michael L. Buchenroth" <mike@BUCHENROTH.COM>

Organization: Buchenroth Publishing Company

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I don't know any of you well but had the pleasure of meeting and being

and hostess-ed by a few, thank you, i'm grateful to meet more good

people.

 

I wanted to note that there was little something for everyone in the

diversified group at the not-so-traditional yet traditional service.

Noone at the gathering seemed too sure what the tone would be to begin

with (I sure wasn't) but eventually it seemed to set itself. Everyone

finally settled into a respectful but not stuffy air.

 

I personally was moved by James Grauerholtz' sincere contribution to the

program. The music was perfect.

And WSB did appear to enjoy it.

 

 

Thank you all for being so receptive, it was a pleasure to visit the

beat motel, I hope not the only(last) time. (we only have 650 miles to

go before we sleep...)

breath

 

 

P.S. John Giorno said that Mr. Burrough's sword cane, a gift to B from

our S.Clay Wilson, had been put in in casket.

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 04:20:49 -0400

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From:         "(Jerry Cimino)" <Bigsurs4me@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: annotated howl, OTR reruns and other such stuff

 

The annotated Howl is a pretty cool book.  Reproductions of numerous drafts

and versions of Howl.  Interesting to see how Ginsy changed it over time...

the scribbles, deletions, additions and notes...

 

We have it in stock in oversized paper... $17.50.

 

See our website or call our toll free number.

 

 

Jerry Cimino

www.kerouac.com

1-800-KER-OUAC

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 14:02:47 +0200

Reply-To:     Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

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Subject:      A Gay State.

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dear friends,

 

at the end of the 1970s William Seward Burroughs wrote an article

in which he imagined the capability of a State for the homosexuals.

he takes the Chinese TONG as ones's model.

 

the WSB's article took as starting point a crime news occured

on 27th nov 1978. Harvey Milk, a San Francisco municipal councillor,

was massacred together with the mayor George Moscone.

Dan White, the murderer, was convicted at a paltry term of punishment.

after the shocking sentence, in San Francisco there was a riot,

 

sani,

Rinaldo.

*

"Un'utopia fascinosa, ma irrealizabile. In fondo William Burroughs

ha sempre avuto un piede nel futuro. Accadde in un piccolo paese

della California verso la fine degli anni Sessanta. Un gruppo di

gay penso' di mettere in piedi una forma di autogoverno, ma

l'iniziativa venne reclamizzata troppo e le autorita' locali

opposero tali difficolta' che l'idea naufrago'. Anche in Italia

un illustre pensatore cattolico si augurava che lo Stato Italiano

concedesse ai gay un'isola disabitata.---Angelo Pezzana

interviewed by the newspaper ''la Repubblica'', 8th aug 1997"

*

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 07:52:12 -0500

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And now the sick man opened his eyes again and looked for a long while

into his friend's face.  He said farewell with his eyes.  And with a

sudden movement, as though he were trying to shake his head, he

whispered: 'But how will you die when your time comes, Narcissus, since

you have no mother?  Without a mother, one cannot love.  Without a

mother, one cannot die.'  What he murmurred after that could not be

understood.  Those last two days Narcissus sat by his bed day and night,

watching his life ebb away.  Goldmund's last words burned like fire in

his heart.

 

But sometimes when i find the key and climb deep into myself where the

images of fate lie aslumber in the dark mirror, i need only ben over

that dark mirror to behold my own image, now completely resembling him,

my brother, my master.

 

No longer knowing whether time existed, whether this display had lasted

a second or a hundred years, whether there was a Siddhartha, or a

Gotama, a Self and others ...He smiled peacefully and gently, perhaps

very graciously, perhaps very mockingly, exactly as the Illustrious One

had smiled.  Govinda bowed low.  Incontrollable tears trickled down his

old face.  He was overwhelmed by a feeling of great love, of the most

humble veneration.  He bowed low, right down to the ground, in front of

the man sitting there motionless, whose smile reminded him of everything

that had ever been of value and holy in his life.

 

some words from spiritual uncle hermann hesse that hit me here and there

but not quite on the mark - not silencing the many marks pouncing up and

down from hither and yon wondering about the famous Last Words and i

woke up this morning and thought ... William Burroughs' last words would

not be spoken would they?  Probably not even the last written words. . .

will do the trick.  The few that can read the expressions in a face from

years of interpersonal interaction so close that it is intrapersonal the

novel of a raised brow, the comedy of a lip moving, perhaps they can

move somewhere to the last words for those who want the last and if they

won't talk about it then perhaps it is because the answer is silence. .

. . or maybe we need to bring in a good palm reader to dig up these

secrets!!!

 

I understood it all.  I understood Pablo.  I understood Mozart, and

somewhere behind me I heard his ghastly laughter.  I knew that all the

hundred thousand pieces of life's game were in my pocket.  A glimpse of

its meaning had stirred my reason and i was determined to begin the game

afresh.  I would sample its tortures once more and shudder again at its

senselessness.  I would traverse not once more, but often, the hell of

my inner being.  One day i would be a better hand at the game.  One day

i would learn how to laugh.  Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.

 

 

Walked in the apartment to the same phsyical disaster of the closets

half cleaned out and sorted once again.  Looks like I drew the same damn

hand again.  Shit.  I was hopin for a YAHTZEE or something.  I took a

long nap.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 12:56:40 -0400

Reply-To:     Alex Howard <kh14586@ACS.APPSTATE.EDU>

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From:         Alex Howard <kh14586@ACS.APPSTATE.EDU>

Subject:      Re: A Gay State.

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On Fri, 8 Aug 1997, Rinaldo Rasa wrote:

 

> at the end of the 1970s William Seward Burroughs wrote an article

> in which he imagined the capability of a State for the homosexuals.

 

Is "A Gay State" the name of this article?  If not, what is?  Where can I

find it?  Has it been published in one of his books/collections?

 

------------------

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:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 12:03:59 -0500

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From:         =?iso-8859-1?Q?Sinverg=FCenza?= <ljilk@MAIL.MPS.ORG>

Subject:      Re: WSB & Fleigenheimer

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"Timothy K. Gallaher" wrote:

 

>His last words were "a man has wept and never dashed a thousand kims, Joan,

>I'm sorry".

>

>

>

>At 08:43 PM 8/7/97 -0700, you wrote:

>>On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, Mike Rice wrote:

>>

>>> At 03:35 AM 8/7/97 +0000, someone or other wrote:

>>

>>> > > > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words

>>> > > > of William S. Burroughs?

>>

>>Michael Brown wrote:

>>

>>> > > "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

>>

>>Randy wrote:

>>

>>> > don't mean to sound skeptical but how do you know? were you there?

>>> > who was Arthur Fleignheimer confused and tired~ good morning all

>>

>>I didn't mean it literally. "Arthur Fleigenheimer" is the refrain that

>>echoes through (and is the last words heard in) one of Burroughs's most

>>striking works: the screenplay of _The Last Words of Dutch Schultz_.

>>

>>> Arthur Fleigenheimer is the real name of the mobster Dutch Schultz.

>>> Whoever wrote this is kidding.

>>

>>I wasn't kidding, either. It was meant neither literally nor comically.

>>Nor symbolically. Whatever were Burrough's last words, they had resonance.

>>

>>

>>

>>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>>  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

>>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>>

>>  "Wittgenstein said that if the universe is pre-recorded, the only thing

>>   not pre-recorded is those recordings themselves. In my work,

>>   the cut-ups and all, I attempt to get at the substance of the

>>   recordings."

>>                                - William S. Burroughs

>>                                  (quoted from memory)

>>

>>

 

is this just another joke? that thousand kims thing sounds familiar, but if

it is from something he wrote, i can't identify it. by the way, is

Burroughs being buried in Lawrence? i know someone can answer this for me.

 

leo

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 20:18:33 +0200

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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      Re: A Gay State.

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Alex,

 

the WSB's article is written in the book

''Gay Spirit, Mith and Meaning'' by Mark Thompson

printed in 1987, sorry i've no idea 'bout the publishing house,

 

in the quoted article, Burroughs whish a Gay State

comparing it with Israel (or Israelite State),

i dunno the exact title of the article, but the

Burroghs' idea is matched, i.e. the gay-TONG demands a

hard work and discipline, everyone is defended by

patrols working 24 hours a day,

 

sani tosac,

Rinaldo.

 

At 12.56 08/08/97 -0400, Alex Howard <kh14586@ACS.APPSTATE.EDU> wrote:

>On Fri, 8 Aug 1997, Rinaldo Rasa wrote:

>

>> at the end of the 1970s William Seward Burroughs wrote an article

>> in which he imagined the capability of a State for the homosexuals.

>

>Is "A Gay State" the name of this article?  If not, what is?  Where can I

>find it?  Has it been published in one of his books/collections?

>

>------------------

>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:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 11:27:02 -0700

Reply-To:     "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: WSB & Fleigenheimer

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(See bottom)

 

At 12:03 PM 8/8/97 -0500, you wrote:

>"Timothy K. Gallaher" wrote:

>

>>His last words were "a man has wept and never dashed a thousand kims, Joan,

>>I'm sorry".

>>

>>

>>

>>At 08:43 PM 8/7/97 -0700, you wrote:

>>>On Thu, 7 Aug 1997, Mike Rice wrote:

>>>

>>>> At 03:35 AM 8/7/97 +0000, someone or other wrote:

>>>

>>>> > > > I guess the only question that remains is what were The Last Words

>>>> > > > of William S. Burroughs?

>>>

>>>Michael Brown wrote:

>>>

>>>> > > "Arthur...Fleigenheimer..."

>>>

>>>Randy wrote:

>>>

>>>> > don't mean to sound skeptical but how do you know? were you there?

>>>> > who was Arthur Fleignheimer confused and tired~ good morning all

>>>

>>>I didn't mean it literally. "Arthur Fleigenheimer" is the refrain that

>>>echoes through (and is the last words heard in) one of Burroughs's most

>>>striking works: the screenplay of _The Last Words of Dutch Schultz_.

>>>

>>>> Arthur Fleigenheimer is the real name of the mobster Dutch Schultz.

>>>> Whoever wrote this is kidding.

>>>

>>>I wasn't kidding, either. It was meant neither literally nor comically.

>>>Nor symbolically. Whatever were Burrough's last words, they had resonance.

>>>

>>>

>>>

>>>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>>>  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

>>>+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

>>>

>>>  "Wittgenstein said that if the universe is pre-recorded, the only thing

>>>   not pre-recorded is those recordings themselves. In my work,

>>>   the cut-ups and all, I attempt to get at the substance of the

>>>   recordings."

>>>                                - William S. Burroughs

>>>                                  (quoted from memory)

>>>

>>>

>

>is this just another joke? that thousand kims thing sounds familiar, but if

>it is from something he wrote, i can't identify it. by the way, is

>Burroughs being buried in Lawrence? i know someone can answer this for me.

>

>leo

>

>

 

Yes this is also a flight of fancy (although I'd like to claim mea tulpa was

there to record it)

 

In the Last Words of Dutch Schultz, Schultz on his deathbed keeps saying "a

man has never wept or dashed a thousand Kim" (something like that).

 

I turned it around leaving out the first never.

 

Of course Joan was his wife whom he killed.

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 13:22:22 -0500

Reply-To:     Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

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From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      Re: WSB & Fleigenheimer

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Sinverg=FCenza wrote:

>=20

> "Timothy K. Gallaher" wrote:

>=20

> >His last words were "a man has wept and never dashed a thousand kims, =

Joan,

> >I'm sorry".

 

patricia writes Tim, this isn't humor or accurate, i don't know what you

are trying for here but attention but i am heartily sick of you.  Your

post in response to the announcement of williams death was stupid.  To

act like you know williams last word or jokingly make up like you might

is stupid. To say nonsense isn't humorous.

 

 

 

s this just another joke? that thousand kims thing sounds familiar, but

if

> it is from something he wrote, i can't identify it. by the way, is

> Burroughs being buried in Lawrence? i know someone can answer this for =

me.

>=20

> leo

patricia writes

William was buried in family plot in Saint Louis Thurs. semi private

services were held at the opera house in lawrence wed. night.It was with

an open casket. lots of wakes are being held around the world and we

mourn and celebrate together.

p

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 13:44:24 -0500

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Patricia Elliott wrote:

>=20

> Sinverg=FCenza wrote:

> >

> > "Timothy K. Gallaher" wrote:

> >

> > >His last words were "a man has wept and never dashed a thousand kims=

, Joan,

> > >I'm sorry".

>=20

> patricia writes Tim, this isn't humor or accurate, i don't know what yo=

u

> are trying for here but attention but i am heartily sick of you.  Your

> post in response to the announcement of williams death was stupid.  To

> act like you know williams last word or jokingly make up like you might

> is stupid. To say nonsense isn't humorous.

>=20

> p

 

<applause begins slowly a pitter here and a patter there from all parts

of the globe and finally all join in a standing ovation for patricia's

kindly frankness>

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 14:08:57 -0500

Reply-To:     Jym Mooney <vmooney@EXECPC.COM>

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On the program for WSB's memorial service at

http://www.bigtable.com/memorial/ there is a handwritten notation dated

August 1, 1997 as follows:

 

"Love? What is it?  Most natural painkiller what there is.  Love."

 

Is this actually something WSB wrote the day before he died?  Or is another

hoax/prank?  Does anyone know?

 

Thanks,

 

Jym

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 12:30:14 -0700

Reply-To:     "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

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From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: WSB & Fleigenheimer

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At 01:44 PM 8/8/97 -0500, you wrote:

>Patricia Elliott wrote:

>>=20

>> Sinverg=FCenza wrote:

>> >

>> > "Timothy K. Gallaher" wrote:

>> >

>> > >His last words were "a man has wept and never dashed a thousand kims,

Joan,

>> > >I'm sorry".

>>=20

>> patricia writes Tim, this isn't humor or accurate, i don't know what you

>> are trying for here but attention but i am heartily sick of you.  Your

>> post in response to the announcement of williams death was stupid.  To

>> act like you know williams last word or jokingly make up like you might

>> is stupid. To say nonsense isn't humorous.

>>=20

>> p

 

I love you too.  I remember this story my friend told me.  When the cops

came to the house he and his buddies were living at one of the guys kepts

saying to the Cops "If you want love, you can come in"  over and over.

Eventually the cops went away.

 

The only thing I take some unbrage to is your comment about my original post

after Burroughs death.  As I recall I wrote about the time I went ot see him

read and my friend bummed a smoke off him and we smoked it.  (Very similar

to after Ginsberg died and I added my story to the influx of my only meeting

with him).  Also I mentioned a recording of Burroughs called "Nothing Here

but the Recordings". =20

 

I wonder why the other Dutch Schultz take off on Bill's last words about

Flegenheim didn't make you so sad.

 

I actually think if his last words were about Joan (say I love you Joan or

I'm sorry) it would be pretty nice.)

 

 

 

 

>

><applause begins slowly a pitter here and a patter there from all parts

>of the globe and finally all join in a standing ovation for patricia's

>kindly frankness>

>

 

Hope you are doing well David, take care.

 

>david rhaesa

>salina, Kansas

>

>

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 12:35:25 -0700

Reply-To:     Steve Silberman <digaman@WIRED.COM>

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From:         Steve Silberman <digaman@WIRED.COM>

Subject:      Harry Smith's 'Old, Weird America' Returns!

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'Old, Weird America' Returns on CD

 

http://www.wired.com/news/news/culture/story/5896.html

 

 

Anyone interested in where Allen Ginsberg got the three-tailed fish on his

Collected Poems from, or where

Jerry Garcia got some of his musical sensibility, or the past of American

music, or the "folk revival," or multimedia pioneers, or Bob Dylan, or

Harry Smith, or Greil Marcus'Invisible Republic, should check out this

story of mine.

 

Enjoy!  Feel free to link.

 

Steve

 

 

 

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Steve Silberman

Senior Culture Writer

WIRED News

   http://www.wired.com/

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 15:20:15 -0000

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i think the constant people probing of William's last words is

ridiculous...thoughts aren't always expressed...what if his last words

were "an order of fries please"....and his last thought was "government

sucking cocks of Jazz America dope fiends licking taffy apple toliet

water..."

 

 

lets keep his last words, thoughts or ideas holy in his WSB remains...

 

Jason "donutman" Helfman

Three-Ring Creations

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 14:02:44 -0700

Reply-To:     "Penn, Douglas, K" <dkpenn@OEES.COM>

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you wrote:

 

>> I turned it around leaving out the first never.

 

 

and in discourse:

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

There are those that don't care for right answers

putting dick where asshole's face once was

respecting nothing, skating over the surface

mishandling information like a baby sack cloth

flour to be mixed and mingled and baked

as half empty stomach and undigested literature

filled two eyes with tears and loss

mad like a planet's subrevolution

drunk and mad like a midtown taxi driver

searching for elegant solutions

where quiet and silence oughta be

 

LONG LIVE W.S. BURROUGHS!

 

=-=-=-=

 

so my question:  <ahem> if this is a wake

when can we starting singing and dancing?

 

        "I might like you better if we slept together

         I might like you better if we slept together

         Baby... <<Never say Never!!>>"

           -- attribution/title unknown (female vocals)

 

I also wanna hear more WSB stories!  Please?

 

>Douglas

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 17:16:12 -0400

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From:         Diane De Rooy <Ddrooy@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Lowell Celebrates You?

 

I have a cheap ticket to fly roundtrip, Seattle to Boston, leaving Monday,

9/29 and returning Monday, 10/6.

 

Anyone within a few-hundred miles of Seattle who might be interested in going

to Lowell for the festival, I'll make you a screamin' deal.

 

It's also possible the flight of origin and the return can be switched at no

cost to Portland or San Francisco. I'd certainly be willing to check for you,

and if it's within my  power, make it happen.

 

Additionally, I have a bunch of listings for accommodations around Lowell (I

was looking at kitchenettes... thought that would be fun, about $150/week,

beats the hell out of anything else and you get to eat cheap), as well as

kerouac friends there (some of whom are on the list), and as an old hippie,

I'd dig making connections for you.

 

To make the deal completely irresistible, for anyone who wanted to fly out of

Seattle, you can crash here and I'll take you to and from the airport.

 

You're never going to get a better deal than that.

 

email me if you're interested.

 

diane de rooy

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 19:11:05 -0400

Reply-To:     Neil Hennessy <nhenness@undergrad.math.uwaterloo.ca>

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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: Regarding Last Words...

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On Fri, 8 Aug 1997, jgh3ring wrote:

 

> i think the constant people probing of William's last words is

> ridiculous...

 

... hence Burroughs' constant probing of other peoples' last words,

and every use he made of them in his writing, was ridiculous too. Last

Words figure prominently in his work, from Dutch Schultz onward. To

me, wanting to know Burroughs' last words to me is a kind of tribute.

 

> thoughts aren't always expressed...what if his last words

> were "an order of fries please"....and his last thought was "government

> sucking cocks of Jazz America dope fiends licking taffy apple toliet

> water..."

>

> lets keep his last words, thoughts or ideas holy in his WSB remains...

 

His words are his remains: "In space any number of painters can dance on

the end of a brush, and the writer makes a soundless bow and disappears

into the alphabet"

 

Last Words are one of the holiest and most potent entities in the

Burroughsian universe. ("entities" because language is a virus) Wanting to

know his last words is not some kind of peep-show violation of his

remains, but an application of principles he lived by and was fascinated

by.

 

>From "An Epitaph", a Foreword written for _The Victim's Datebook_:

 

        Suppose this is a day a victim dies -- not just any victim but one

with whom you especially identify. Be careful. This is a dangerous day

for you. Remember, those who are ignorant of history are condemned to

repeat it. The more you know about the victim and his or her death, the

better. What was the cause of death? What day of the week? What else

happened on that day? Last words? I know from a book, The Death of Jesse

James, that he died on Monday, April 3, 1882, and the temperature was 46

degrees. He was shot while he had taken his guns off to clean a picture.

        "That picture's awful dusty," were his last words.

        Well, if you identify with Jesse James, don't let your

mother-in-law talk you up a ladder to dust off a picture on April 3.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

In Burroughs' magical universe, Last Words are one of the most potent

magics, and in asking for his, I am honouring his memory.

 

If I have offended you or anyone by going to Burroughs' writing for clues

on how to help me deal with his death, I most sincerely apologize.

 

Since I was the person who first asked the question, I felt it necessary

to explicate why I asked it. Like Patricia, I was distressed at the levity

people took with what was an earnest request, that for a major Burroughs

admirer might help bring some closure. My request was only made out of

devotion to Burroughs' art, and his outlook on life and death. I was off

the list for a while, and I don't recognise a lot of people on the list

now, but anyone who knows me through my BEAT-L posts can tell you I treat

Burroughs, and now his memory, with the utmost regard and respect. I only

had the privilege of meeting him once, but his death hit me hard. What

do you do when the artist you admire most in the world dies? I turned to

his work.

 

Neil Hennessy

 

"A writer's will is the winds of dead calm in the Western Lands."

Walk well in the Western Lands William S. Burroughs

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 17:32:52 -0700

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Neil Hennesey wrote:

>

> Last Words are one of the holiest and most potent entities in the

> Burroughsian universe. ("entities" because language is a virus) Wanting to

> know his last words is not some kind of peep-show violation of his

> remains, but an application of principles he lived by and was fascinated

> by.

>

 

As I am sure Neil knows, a fascination with last words is certainly not

new with WSB.  He rediscovered something the literary tradition had

forgotten.  From at least the 16th century through the 19th it was

common to see compilations of famous last words. I can't think of

medeaval examples at the moment, but expect them to be there. And don't

forget Plato on the death of Socrates.  The assumption was that in some

ways last words crystallized what these notables had learned from their

lives.  That in their time of dying, looking forward into the next world

they were able to see things more clearly.

 

In a sense Burroughs resurrected this tradition in a world now without

god.

 

J. Stauffer

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 21:13:19 -0400

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Was Burroughs cremated?  I cant imagine he'd want to beburied in some

cemetary in Lawrence, Kansas amongst the same society he rejected most of

his life.

 

Better to be cremated and have his ashes taken back to Tangier or something.

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 18:23:36 -0700

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again, stolen from the JG Ballard list.

props to G. Haughton for typing and posting

 

Douglas

 

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Sender: owner-jgballard@simons-rock.edu

Date: Fri, 8 Aug 1997 22:10:44 +0100

To: jgballard@simons-rock.edu

From: houghtong@globalnet.co.uk (Gerald Houghton)

Subject: Laundry vans and tattooed love boys...

Sender: owner-jgballard@simons-rock.edu

 

I knew I'd end up doing the rest of this too. Thank god it's only short.

Anything that looks to be a mistake is actually an example of Burroughsian

cut-up techniques. Honest.

 

 

-----------------------------------

JGB's obituary from William S. Burroughs in 'The Guardian' newspaper (Monday

August 4):

 

"That William Burroughs lived to such an immense age is a tribute to the

rejuvinating powers of a mis-spent life. More than half a century of heavy

drug use failed to dim either his remarkably sharp mind or his dryly

crackling humour. When I last saw him in London a few years ago he was

stooped and easily tired, but little different from the already legendary

figure I first met in the early 1960s at his service flat in Duke Street, St

James.

 

"Esquire had asked me to write a profile of him, but Burroughs, though

courteous, was very suspicious. The baleful power of media empires already

obsessed him. While his young boyfriend, "love" and "hate" tattooed on his

knuckles, carved a roast chicken, Burroughs described the most effectively

way to stab a man to death. All the while he kept an eye on the doors and

windows. "The CIA are watching me," he confided. "They park their laundry

vans in the street outside."

 

"I don't think he was having me on. His imagination was filled with bizarre

lore culled from Believe It Or Not features, police pulps and - in the case,

I assume, of the laundry vans - Hollywood spy movies of the cold war years.

When Burroughs talked about Time magaine's conspiracy to take over the world

he meant it literally.

 

"I turned down the Esquire assignment, realising that nothing I wrote could

remotely do justice to Burroughs's magnificently paranoid imagination. He

changed little over the decades, and hardly needed to - his weird genius was

the perfect mirror of his times, and made him the most important and

original writer since the second world war. Now we are left with the career

novelists."

--------------------------------------------------

 

Just imagine that scene - the venerable junky, the middle-class English

writer and the love/hate boy. Sounds like somthing from A Will Self short

story. Or with the chicken - 'Eraserhead'...

 

 

Gerald Houghton

e-mail: houghtong@globalnet.co.uk

The Edge magazine homepage:

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~houghtong/edge1.htm

 

 

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        ---->  let the man go thru      |  /\   |

super bon-bon (soul coughing)           =========

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 01:20:58 UT

Reply-To:     Sherri <love_singing@MSN.COM>

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Speaking of Last Words...  does anyone know if the movie  "Hoodlums"  that's

coming out with Laurence Fishburne and Tim Roth (as Dutch Schulz) is based on

WSB's book?  just saw posters for the first time today.

 

ciao,

sherri

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Date:         Fri, 8 Aug 1997 21:41:54 -0500

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test

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 13:26:10 +0800

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>From:    Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

>Subject: A Gay State.

>

>dear friends,

>

>at the end of the 1970s William Seward Burroughs wrote an article

>in which he imagined the capability of a State for the homosexuals.

>he takes the Chinese TONG as ones's model.

 

What is the Chinese TONG?

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 01:08:42 -0700

Reply-To:     Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

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Neil Hennessy wrote:

>

> On Fri, 8 Aug 1997, jgh3ring wrote:

>

> > i think the constant people probing of William's last words is

> > ridiculous...

>

> ... hence Burroughs' constant probing of other peoples' last words,

> and every use he made of them in his writing, was ridiculous too. Last

> Words figure prominently in his work, from Dutch Schultz onward. To

> me, wanting to know Burroughs' last words to me is a kind of tribute.

>

> > thoughts aren't always expressed...what if his last words

> > were "an order of fries please"....and his last thought was "government

> > sucking cocks of Jazz America dope fiends licking taffy apple toliet

> > water..."

> >

> > lets keep his last words, thoughts or ideas holy in his WSB remains...

>

> His words are his remains: "In space any number of painters can dance on

> the end of a brush, and the writer makes a soundless bow and disappears

> into the alphabet"

>

> Last Words are one of the holiest and most potent entities in the

> Burroughsian universe. ("entities" because language is a virus) Wanting to

> know his last words is not some kind of peep-show violation of his

> remains, but an application of principles he lived by and was fascinated

> by.

>

> >From "An Epitaph", a Foreword written for _The Victim's Datebook_:

>

>         Suppose this is a day a victim dies -- not just any victim but one

> with whom you especially identify. Be careful. This is a dangerous day

> for you. Remember, those who are ignorant of history are condemned to

> repeat it. The more you know about the victim and his or her death, the

> better. What was the cause of death? What day of the week? What else

> happened on that day? Last words? I know from a book, The Death of Jesse

> James, that he died on Monday, April 3, 1882, and the temperature was 46

> degrees. He was shot while he had taken his guns off to clean a picture.

>         "That picture's awful dusty," were his last words.

>         Well, if you identify with Jesse James, don't let your

> mother-in-law talk you up a ladder to dust off a picture on April 3.

>

> ------------------------------------------------------------------------

>

> In Burroughs' magical universe, Last Words are one of the most potent

> magics, and in asking for his, I am honouring his memory.

>

> If I have offended you or anyone by going to Burroughs' writing for clues

> on how to help me deal with his death, I most sincerely apologize.

>

> Since I was the person who first asked the question, I felt it necessary

> to explicate why I asked it. Like Patricia, I was distressed at the levity

> people took with what was an earnest request, that for a major Burroughs

> admirer might help bring some closure. My request was only made out of

> devotion to Burroughs' art, and his outlook on life and death. I was off

> the list for a while, and I don't recognise a lot of people on the list

> now, but anyone who knows me through my BEAT-L posts can tell you I treat

> Burroughs, and now his memory, with the utmost regard and respect. I only

> had the privilege of meeting him once, but his death hit me hard. What

> do you do when the artist you admire most in the world dies? I turned to

> his work.

>

 

 

> Neil Hennessy

>

> "A writer's will is the winds of dead calm in the Western Lands."

> Walk well in the Western Lands William S. Burroughs

> .-

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 01:13:39 -0700

Reply-To:     Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

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Congratulations Neil,

 

You made your point superbly. Seems the moment Burroughs died our group

came alive with a passion for last words. Makes me think

about those tapes that the guards pointed at Arthur Fegenheimer who was

finally trapped by them, but not for long. He about to be released from

life itself. The reason guards in his head giving up control. I can see

Burroughs having a hell of a time digging in and cutting up those tapes.

Maybe we can persuade Luke Kelly to put our list-last-words-posts

through his cutup machine. I see you had a hand in encouraging him to do

those cutup experiments. These are no last words though. More like who

is going to have the last word. Reason brought to bear rather than

finally yielding. Besides I don't know how he manages to find the time

to do all that he is doing already.

 

I am no expert on Borroughs. I only read some of Luke Kelly's

fascinating cutups. The preliminary results of his experiments that you

encouraged him to do. Enough though to convince me that he would relate

with the folks who don't worry none about socially acceptable reasons

for coming out with what's on their minds. As for myself for instance, I

imagine it would be an extreme stroke of luck if I would get a chance to

listen to my last words and not worry about any embarrassments should

they turn out to be about piss or shit or some even less acceptable

baggage that permanently accompanied my life.

 

I know people who believe that in the last moment of life you can get a

bathed in an illumination that parades your entire life  before you, and

suppose none of what I considered important turned out to be? Would I

rather nobody knew about it? Seems unlikely for a man whose life work

was trying to communicate what he saw, no matter what he saw, and he was

not looking away. He dragged himself through the gutter and did not

hesitate to tell all about it to folks who were not necessarily

comfortable about hearing all that.

 

It is quite possible that the last words have a lot to say that can shed

a lot of light. Even if the last attentions were to matters quite

insignificant, maybe even shameful. That would not diminish in the least

the stature of his life, that he was dedicated to communicate. It would

tell us a bit about how it ended. I hope to hear about his last days as

well. It would be nice. And thank you James for reminding us that last

words were not a sleazy preoccupation invented by Burroughs.

 

Since I am in a thankful mode, let me not forget Bill Gargan who started

this list. I think it is much more fertile ground to grow than we yet

know. All our feelings and knowledge are put to good use. Very good use

I think. We can all grow in this richly fertilized garden. We can make

room for everyone who wants to say something. Erudite scholars, fiery

poets, and some of us who react whichever way our muse shines on us,

even with something that strikes many of us as poor jokes in poor taste.

Quite a resonance and tribute to Bill Burroughs.

 

leon

> .-

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 07:34:49 -0400

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hi neil: we dont often cross paths on the list, but i did want to tell you

right out loud that your posts on burroughs are amazing, and that i am

sorry your question got picked up and thrown about the list. your posts and

therefore you, in your posts, are clear, direct and authentic.

just wanted to add my 2 cents on this now crazy thread.

mc

 

>In Burroughs' magical universe, Last Words are one of the most potent

>magics, and in asking for his, I am honouring his memory.

>(snip)

>Since I was the person who first asked the question, I felt it necessary

>to explicate why I asked it. Like Patricia, I was distressed at the levity

>people took with what was an earnest request, that for a major Burroughs

>admirer might help bring some closure. My request was only made out of

>devotion to Burroughs' art, and his outlook on life and death. I was off

>the list for a while, and I don't recognise a lot of people on the list

>now, but anyone who knows me through my BEAT-L posts can tell you I treat

>Burroughs, and now his memory, with the utmost regard and respect. I only

>had the privilege of meeting him once, but his death hit me hard. What

>do you do when the artist you admire most in the world dies? I turned to

>his work.

>

>Neil Hennessy

>

>"A writer's will is the winds of dead calm in the Western Lands."

>Walk well in the Western Lands William S. Burroughs

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 06:47:40 -0500

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excerpts from Mississippi 1992 david b. rhaesa

 

my feet had wings and I saw that old Iowa pastor turned into a Brazos

bear sitting in the middle of the bridge - the gatekeeper on the

Mississippi and I wondered what ever happened to Tom Padgett?  He gave

me the Gandhi book and I saw Gandhi and Hitler in a room and Kerouac and

Burroughs we taking notes and Churchill was climbing on the curtains

bringiing them down and proclaiming the iron dark truth but Gandhi

melted Hitler like Dorothy melted the wicked witch and then we all

clicked our heels together and we were back in Kansas.  River City

Reunion.  And we=92ll play cards this weekend down at Quantrill=92s ... A=

nd

maybe next weekend head out west to Coronado Heights.

 

we caught up with Ginsberg at Corondao Heights and headed southwest to

Dodge City, Gunsmoke and the OK Corrall or was the OK in some other town

maybe old Abilene ... the thing about corralls is that they all look

alike=20

 

dirt and fences

fences and dirt

 

 

And Jack and I were flying to L.A. reading Winnie the Pooh - a gift from

the auburn ghost - just after that fateful Christmas and the fateful

Denny=92s proposal and the woman next to me used to play with a friend in

the woods behind Milne=92s old house where Christopher Robin played with

Owl and Eyeore and the Pioneer and I tripped over Piglet and realized he

had a hidden past something like mass murder we can=92t be sure until we

read Hoffman=92s next book.

 

And what was Ginsberg up to during all this?  Probably reading the Kama

Sutra in Boulder to one of Burroughs=92 cats as they fell from the rafter=

s

and did J.D. Salinger have cats too and what were their names?  Did you

have a friend on the good Reuben James?  Did you have a friend on the

Partridge Family?

 

What a Friend we have in Reuben Kincaid the church choir sings as the

Brady Bunch and the Partridge Family play battle of the bands on

Saturday Night Live and the bionic woman and Mindy play with me in bed.

 

The phone rings and it=92s Tim Leary calling from Alcatraz.  He says that

the world is on a bad trip and the psychedelic veterans need to talk it

down - so I agree to help and the world turns inside out as the British

play the World Turned Upside Down as they surrendered at Yorktown and

the same line reappears like some phantom in a jimi hendrix song - words

about numbers if 2 were six and seventeen was sixty-six - or sixty one.

 

like highway 61.  I wonder what happened on Highway 61 on the first

visit? =20

 

Burroughs tells me I think too much and I ask him what he thinks about

between books, between injections, between the notes of the William Tell

Overture ... tell us William what do you think about? =20

 

Does a sponge think?

 

Is that a medical question or a metaphysical one?

 

And did Darrow really say that thing about the sponge or was it just a

line in a play like Isaiah saying that troubling your own house inherits

the wind - and if the answers are blowing in the wind wouldn=92t it be a

good thing to inherit?  and I wonder how the IRS would tax me for it?

 

What if Isaiah was really just joking and nobody realized it? ...and

then when they took him serious he started to believe it himself like

when Gypsy Daisy and the Sorcerer made me believe that I really could

make it rain and when I played the ascension chapel piano during the

wedding rehearsal and made it snow I spun out of control.

 

I remember crashing in the basement and Roy Orbison was there talking

about loneliness and Burroughs was there talking about something

somebody would say next month at the National Press Club meeting in

Tangier and they punched six six six into the CD player and Bobbie sang

Ballad of a Thin Man and when I sang it later at the hospital while

circling the rasti-man that someone called Crazy Eddie he hit me but

told me later he didn=92t mean it that he was signaled by two

psychiatrists in between his lecture on parapsychology at Boston

University.

 

Ronald Reagan=92s smiling on my wall and it=92s 1965 and he=92s saying=20

=93Where=92s the Rest of Me?=94 and Dylan=92s saying =93Something=92s hap=

pening here

and you don=92t know what it is, do you Mr. Jones=94  And Dylan looks at

Reagan from the stairwell and says =93Sure you=92re happy, John Kennedy=92=

s

being assasinated downstairs.=94  And Reagan smiles and offers to sign hi=

s

book =93Make Room for Nancy=94.  and Dylan says =93Nancy reminds me of La=

dy

MacBeth =91Out Damn Spot and all of that=92=94 and Ronnie says thank you =

and

smiles and waves and says God Bless America with Kate Smith singing in

the background.

 

And the Indigo Girls came to visit me at the hospital to bring me a

guitar but the nurses wouldn=92t let me have it because Doctor Opie said

he didn=92t want any hangings like when he was a cop and took Arlo=92s be=

lt

during that whole Thanksgiving massacre bit...and I asked him why he

stopped being a cop and became a psychiatrist and he mumbled something

about plaster tire tracks footprints dog-smelling prints and blind

justice and then I asked him if Stockbridge was near Lowell and if Jack

had ever been through and if he had did he litter?  And Doc Opie just

looked at me and spit some Haldol in my eye and told me to sleep well in

my leather pajamas

 

so I became a horse and broke through the straps and the patients were

scared of me so I was really glad that the Indigo Girls decided to stay

around and talk about Galilleo and Reincarnation and Southside said the

Catholic church is getting better because they=92ve finally admitted that

Galilleo wasn=92t so bad but they still don=92t think he should use a

condom.  Why would they want him to reproduce if they thought he was

evil?  It just doesn=92t make sense sometimes ....

 

and I ask the Indigos if they=92d like to visit some past lives with me.=20

And they asked who they were and I said who do you want to be ...

because the truth about the whole reincarnation thing is that we=92ve all

been everybody because we=92re all connected in the collective unconsciou=

s

and no matter how much you try to repress it thre=92s a little bit of

Charlie Starkweather in all of us, a little bit of Lee Harvey Oswald and

a little bit of Jesus, Gandhi and Shirley MacLaine.

 

The Indigos just stared at me and said that they were in the middle of a

five year plan and would wait until they looked back and laughed before

they went shopping with Virginia Woolf for a pencil and Dylan is

mumbling something about don=92t look back with Ginsberg in the corner in

a long black veil and then they laugh and the Indigos point to the

Watchtower and all sing =93Who=92s Afraid of Virginia Woolf=94 with Burto=

n and

Taylor singing doo dahs in the background to the tune of =93Who=92s Afrai=

d

of the Big Bad Wolf=94 like Barbara Streisand back when she was funny.

 

Bill Burroughs was there in the hospital disguised as an old man with

polio.  I caught him calling his bookie from his room and went in to

warn him about the addictions of gambling and he talked like it was just

a normal business.  the principles of modern capitalism are based on

addiction to gain whether in the accepted or the underground economy.=20

He always makes me a think a bit.

 

My high school principal was there.  We used to call him Lurch when

Calamity and I were writing for Prairie Dogs underground newspaper =93The

Elevator: Bringing the News Up From the Underground=94 back in Salina

Kansas.  And when I called him Lurch on Christmas Eve he and the boys

tied me in leather and sang =93We Wish You A Merry Christmas=94 to the tu=

ne

of =93Three Blind Mice=94.

 

The priest was there, Dalmasse, disguised as a technician or nurse - I

could never tell who was who.  I told him about the toy house in the

woods outside Lawrence and the flames and about psychedelic veterans

working together to take the world off the bad trip.  he told me about

his dislexia.  He seemed genuinely interested in me, but had obviously

forgotten the time a few years earlier when he proclaimed that I was

Alpha and Omega in the Iowa Law School and I gave a brief lecture on

Universal Implosion resulting from excessive paperclip consumption.

 

The phone rings and it=92s David Lynch.  I say what=92s up and he says he=

=92s

thinking about a film in Davenport and I invite him to come to 1012 last

weekend for the poetry and tell him about Yahtzee and Joy will read

about Thelma and Ted and Louise and Bill and Lynch says something about

Bob and Ted and Carol and Alice and I tell him its the nineties and he

apologizes and says he forgot and I tell him that I know several good

characters and that the Cat mother says Davenport=92s a good town for a

movie and he says he=92ll come in through the fire-escape at 2:30 Tuesday

morning.  I=92ll have coffee on I say as I hang up and put Twin Peaks in

the VCR while listening to Clapton and the Band play random songs over

Kerouac who=92s trapped in the cassette deck.

 

Hey Jack!  didn=92t Old Bull teach you how to go through the tape deck an=

d

he says something about the farmhouse and Buddha in O=92Hare under the

stars and I tell him to go back to the Yahtzee game on Halloween and he

says the cassette deck is a good place for a nap and that I should just

leave him alone.

 

 

__________________

 

funny how a frustrated rhetoric instructor can live a fantasy life with

all these folks that is more real than the time spent in the classroom.=20

maybe it isn't funny.  For those who followed firewalk and are searching

for some chronology in my wanderings, most of these images would have

fallen between the lines in Colt-45 about No Identity, No Sleep for four

days.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 22:12:31 +0200

Reply-To:     Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      Re: Chinese Tong

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At 13.26 09/08/97 +0800,

Sharon Ngiam <mimosa@PACIFIC.NET.SG> wrote:

>What is the Chinese TONG?

>

>

hello,

 

sorry, i have the capability to read the Burroughs' article only

in italian translation. it's possibile that TONG spelling

is inaccurate (exempli gratia maybe TI-KIANG=the far tribe, or

T'ANG as chinese dynasty). i think WSB is referring to TONG meaning

of fraternity & assistance (but not on the quite).

btw credits Massimo Consoli, editor in chief of ''Rome Gay News'',

who translated the Burroughs' article. Massimo Consoli takes care

of the civil rights of homosexuals.

http://www.publibyte.it/promo/gc/cronistoria.htm

 

saluti,

Rinaldo.

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 17:58:50 -0400

Reply-To:     Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

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Hi Rinaldo,

 

        "fraternity & assistance" is the key Rinaldo, as you say. I'm sure

he was using 'tong' in the way it's sometimes used to refer to

chinese-american gangs in San Francisco; a group/secret society banding

together for protection and more often for power and control.

 

        Antoine

 

        *********************

Rinaldo replied to Sharon:

 

>At 13.26 09/08/97 +0800,

>Sharon Ngiam <mimosa@PACIFIC.NET.SG> wrote:

>>What is the Chinese TONG?

>>

>>

>hello,

>

>sorry, i have the capability to read the Burroughs' article only

>in italian translation. it's possibile that TONG spelling

>is inaccurate (exempli gratia maybe TI-KIANG=the far tribe, or

>T'ANG as chinese dynasty). i think WSB is referring to TONG meaning

>of fraternity & assistance (but not on the quite).

>btw credits Massimo Consoli, editor in chief of ''Rome Gay News'',

>who translated the Burroughs' article. Massimo Consoli takes care

>of the civil rights of homosexuals.

>http://www.publibyte.it/promo/gc/cronistoria.htm

>

>saluti,

>Rinaldo.

>

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

     "An anarchist is someone who doesn't need a cop to tell him what to do!"

                        -- Norman Navrotsky and Utah Phillips

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 17:57:48 -0400

Reply-To:     Neil Hennessy <nhenness@undergrad.math.uwaterloo.ca>

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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

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On Fri, 8 Aug 1997, James Stauffer wrote:

 

> As I am sure Neil knows, a fascination with last words is certainly not

> new with WSB.  He rediscovered something the literary tradition had

> forgotten.  From at least the 16th century through the 19th it was

> common to see compilations of famous last words. I can't think of

> medeaval examples at the moment, but expect them to be there. And don't

> forget Plato on the death of Socrates.  The assumption was that in some

> ways last words crystallized what these notables had learned from their

> lives.  That in their time of dying, looking forward into the next world

> they were able to see things more clearly.

>

> In a sense Burroughs resurrected this tradition in a world now without

> god.

>

 

But with _gods_ (at least in Burroughs' world). Thanks for the info James,

I wasn't aware that these compilations were widespread and popular. In a

way Burroughs also subverts the tradition in his awareness that

sometimes people's last words are trivial, when he repeats Ulysses S.

Grant's last words at various places in his work: "It is raining, Anita

Huffington." He never ascribes any significance to those words, unlike the

Kid's "Quien Es?" which does become charged with meaning. So charged that

"Quien Es?" is the title of Kim Carsons autobiography in The Place of

Dead Roads -- Kim Carsons, who Burroughs has spoken of in interviews as

his spokesperson. The autobiography is also ghost-written by William

Seward Hall, the god-like or Prospero-like writer figure in The Place of

Dead Roads.

 

Connections draw themselves into figures like lines across the stars...

 

Cheers all,

Neil

 

"A writer's will is the winds of dead calm in the Western Lands."

Walk well in the Western Lands William S. Burroughs

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 17:02:47 -0500

Reply-To:     Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

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Author wrote recounting a dream.

 

 I recall John Giorno among the dream group).  There was the feeling

> that WSB was no longer ours, that he would imminently be absorbed by the crowd

 that he was at the center of, that we were lucky to have such an intimate visit

 and would now have to share him.

> Arthur

patricia writes

i have the funniest sense of his (wsb) spirit wafting a whirlwind around

the globe. I chose to house sit his home rather than attend the funeral

and greatly enjoyed it, various persons stopped by. I sat and read the

magazines and books next to the couch. I spent the night at the house

when the boys went to St. Louis and thought it was to protect it but

found out that william meant me to be there for the young forsaken boys

that arrived.  One young boy I found weepy in the back yard , at first I

scared him then I gave him a bit of williams candy, a flower from the

porch and one or two stories about william .  Then i realized it was a

time of wake.  That those of us who knew william were to share this with

people who loved him.  The next was a tall guy that hitched hiked from

New York.  I sat with him and let him tell me how great reading him was.

Patricia,

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 18:21:13 -0400

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Patricia,

 

        A lovely post about waking Burroughs at his house. Most of us who

have waked parents, family or friends will testify to the wondeful emotions

of it all - at least afted the fact when remembering ourselves rememberibg

washes out the loss. Please tell us who else came by his house.

 

                Antoine

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

     "An anarchist is someone who doesn't need a cop to tell him what to do!"

                        -- Norman Navrotsky and Utah Phillips

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 15:20:53 -0700

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From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: Chinese Tong

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At 01:26 PM 8/9/97 +0800, you wrote:

>>From:    Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

>>Subject: A Gay State.

>>

>>dear friends,

>>

>>at the end of the 1970s William Seward Burroughs wrote an article

>>in which he imagined the capability of a State for the homosexuals.

>>he takes the Chinese TONG as ones's model.

>

>What is the Chinese TONG?

>

>

I have heard this term tong when reading stuff about the history of American

Chinatowns.

 

As far as I can tell tong is the Romanization to reflect cantonese

pronunciation of dang (in pinyin) or tang (in wade-giles) =C4=D2 in=

 traditional,

=B5=B3 in simplified, meaning group or party (as in political party--like=

 the

Guo Min Dang).

 

I got this from the far East English Chinese Concse dictionary.  It also

provided a Term huishe (=B7|=AA=C0 in traditional or =BB=E1=C9=E7 in=

 simplified).  This

would mean roughly society or organiation.

 

I think when people talk about tong they are describing the hierachy of

Chinatowns in the earlier parts of this century.  Kind of the government

within the government.  There were various tongs that ran things or provided

services.  A tong could be as benign as a civic organization or it could be

a mafia.  Sometimes gangs or organized crime groups with relations to

Southern china ight still be referred to as tongs.

 

The organizational structure Burroughs meant when using a tong for an

analogy I don't know.

 

I would also refer you to Antoine Maloney's post.

 

Or it is a big tweezer like deal to pick up ice cubes and things like that.

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 17:40:14 -0500

Reply-To:     Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

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Antoine Maloney wrote:

>

> Patricia,

>

>         A lovely post about waking Burroughs at his house. Most of us who

> have waked parents, family or friends will testify to the wondeful emotions

> of it all - at least afted the fact when remembering ourselves rememberibg

> washes out the loss. Please tell us who else came by his house.

>

>                 Antoine

>  Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

>

>      "An anarchist is someone who doesn't need a cop to tell him what to do!"

>                         -- Norman Navrotsky and Utah Phillips

i have the worst memory in town for names.  I also tred on ice as i talk

of others mourning and death and visions. I will share what i have

written about the day that william died.  broken through the ice and

drowning.

Patricia

 

Around 8:30 at night, I get a call from Wayne Propst, he said,"

Patricia, William  has died.  We knew this would happen sooner or

later."  I ask "when?", He said "a couple of hours ago.  he got sick

yesterday and l and this evening he was asleep and he just quit

breathing" I am alone in the room with him now, James is out making

arrangements".  I said "your alone with him in his room. Wayne said yes.

and I asked what room are you at, his house.? Wayne says no no I  am at

the hospital in the ICU wing. We got off the phone and I walked around

the house, my chest got tighter and tighter , then I told my husband I

was going to the hospital.

 

I went up to the ICU wing and asked to be admitted to the room,  and

Wayne came out and gave me a hug and we went into the room to sit.  My

body was tight with bands.  I entered the room and there was William

laid on the bed, in pajamas  and I  was immediately filled  with a sense

of peace and my whole body relaxed. I walked over to him and touched his

arm. He looked so peaceful and strong.  I was  flashed back to the day I

first met him in Texas,  I was sitting in Ohles living room in Austin,

he came in  and I looked up and said , hell they didn't tell me you were

big and strong, he  chuckled , sat down and we started talking right

off.

Seeing him on the bed he looked strong again, he was straight , he

didn't look frail and a little hunched over like he had these last few

years. His corpse looked younger and strong. It was eerie.

 His pallor was a steel grey color, his head dominant, his body looked

full again, thin, solid, his great beak with his bald head ( little down

of hair) looked completely at peace and relaxed.  I felt his presence

there. he was always a gracious host.  We sat down and Wayne who is the

most reliable person to tell a story,  talked.  James came in the room

and we hugged and then James turned to William and clasped him crying

and sobbing in the most utterly broken hearted way. I had never seen

James more beautiful.  I thought, god, James was son and father to

William.  The love and respect that I had observed between those two

over the years flashed through my thoughts like bursting series of

lights.

  We sat and talked about William, how he was fine and feeling good on

Thursday, and that he had been writing about losing his beloved Fletch.

Fletch died two weeks ago.  I thought of how much William relished life

and how interested he always was in these certain subjects. . By now PT,

Bill Rich, James, Wayne and I were there.  Ohle and McCrary were out of

town, we tried to call Fred and there was no answer.  They decided to

have someone go and tell George personallly in the early morning.

        Dean Ripa came into the room, he was visiting William this week,

he acted irrational and said silly things. I decided to go up and hug

him with hopes that it would quiet him. James got up and then sat on his

knees by williams' bed. His arms over William.  I felt like it was a

series of saying good bye.

I said that I  would go and watch over Williams house, I really wanted

Dean to go back and do that but he said he would do that later. I went

over to William and kissed him on the cheek, it felt very natural, I

always liked kissing William.  I went and sat in Williams  drive way,

this was around 12:30, clear, warm, summer night.   Some one come up and

placed a bouquet on the porch.  I started crying there in the dark

feeling sorry for myself because I knew I would miss him so much. I had

this strong sense that he wasn't gone yet. I  went to Dillons and

brought two lavender roses and came back and placed them on Williams

porch, sit there for a while and stroked ginger. (Williams' old puck

faced orange alley cat).

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 22:16:29 -0400

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Thanks so much for including us all in that way - especially those of us who

feel very far away. That's particularly true in my case since I know

Burroughs primarily for his impact on the other Beats and for his

recordings, and not for his writing. Thanks Patricia.

 

        Antoine

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

     "An anarchist is someone who doesn't need a cop to tell him what to do!"

                        -- Norman Navrotsky and Utah Phillips

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Date:         Sat, 9 Aug 1997 22:16:28 -0400

Reply-To:     Neil Hennessy <nhenness@undergrad.math.uwaterloo.ca>

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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: Regarding Last Words...

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First off, thanks Leon for your kind words. I'm not sure where you got

the info below:

 

> Maybe we can persuade Luke Kelly to put our list-last-words-posts

> through his cutup machine. I see you had a hand in encouraging him to do

> those cutup experiments.

 

The cut-up experiments Luke is doing were his brilliant idea from the

start. I corresponded with him after he had produced some results, telling

him how impressed I was at the idea, and the fruition of the first part of

the project, so if that's what you mean by encouraging him, then

certainly I did, however Luke gets all the credit for the endeavour.

 

> And thank you James for reminding us that last

> words were not a sleazy preoccupation invented by Burroughs.

 

While this may be true in this instance, I don't think going through

Burroughs' work and finding literary precedence in order to apologize for

all preoccupations that might be construed as "sleazy" is a good idea.

Burroughs thrived on transgression, it drove his wicked incisive humour,

as well as much of his allegorical situations. For instance, noone is

going to apologize for his obsession with sexual hanging rituals, and no

apology should be made. Bowdlerizing Burroughs, what a project!

 

> It is quite possible that the last words have a lot to say that can shed

> a lot of light. Even if the last attentions were to matters quite

> insignificant, maybe even shameful.

 

My favourite last words of a writer were Oscar Wilde's. A pure aesthete

until the end, lying sick in his bed, he looked at the putrid coloured

wallpaper in the room and said, "Either that wallpaper has to go, or I

do," and he died. When you tempt death with your aesthetic, you are dead.

 

Neil Hennessy

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 01:06:38 -0400

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: We'll miss you Bill

Comments: To: pelliott@sunflower.com

 

Oh my God.

Address same as ever: Box 303, Cherry Valley, N Y 13320.

Dazed to the Doors and Interstate and 61 revisited. Naked Lunch playing on

the casstte outta St. Loui. Thanks Arthur for the tape. You're right. It is a

real trip hearing the voice as the old man of letters was being laid in the

ground with St. Louie sun burning down the horizon of the Western Lands. On

to the toxic zones of Indiana, Scranton P.A. eternal holocaust  and hell fire

kids flipping hamburgers to get out and maybe make it somewhere left before

the whole shit house goes. Old Eastern States to the vision of misery zones

aroung the chemical smog banks the industrial waste let loose their terrible

secrets mutated to the clipboard ..the cities calling the masses. Put on the

Junky tape entering New York stars throbbing light years away from the

ancient energy fields. Space time rubber bands symetry vibration of all the

souls lost in the last scene, signalling from behind the curtains of speed

warp of this millenium. It's happening.

CP

 

 

Patricia:

The tomatoes you sent home with Charley were marvelous.  What kind was the

big one which looked like a beefsteak but was almost purple? Thank you. Pam

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 01:13:14 -0400

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: wakes

Comments: To: pelliott@sunflower.com

 

Patricia:

Thanks for house sitting and greeting those souls while Burroughs swirled the

cosmos.

 

May all the stray cats have his pillow tonight.

CP

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 02:00:40 -0600

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Hello Charles,

 

I'm glad you made it back safe and sound. I keep reading Tornado

Alley, over and over. Even when I'm on the road; I keep it in my

Dobro case. Luther's real sick, and Ed Dorn is terminally ill. My

fucking guitar sounded pretty sick last night (gig). I switched

over to harp when I got home...back porch blues.

 

Richard Houff

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 07:20:29 UT

Reply-To:     Sherri <love_singing@MSN.COM>

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From:         Sherri <love_singing@MSN.COM>

Subject:      mail server

 

well, cats, i'm in a bad way here.. e-mail's been totally fucked up for most

of this week.  some of my stuff makes it out, somedoesn't ever seem to reach

its destination.  but, worst of all, i'm not receiving most of mine, at least

not in a timely manner, if at all.

 

so if your mail to me is being returned or you think i'm being a jerk by not

answering, it isn't true - trust me  and try again!!!

 

crossing my fingers this gets to the list,

sherri

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Well i rolled into Lawrence hours early.  Despite the train that blocked

my path at first, the soundtrack lifted my little Subaru like winged

chariot and zoomed across I-70 we did a chant and stopped the rain near

Wamego and the sun broke to a pink sunset (we being me and any other

imaginary characters in my car who choose to remain anonymous this time

around - most were hiding out in the tape deck anyways).

 

I parked out in front of Patricia's far enough down the road to avoid

any collision from the locals who drive about as well as the locals in

Cairo at least as i've heard tell.  Got out of the car and walked up to

what i had previously named the new Beat-Hotel.  Hmm.  Pretty dark

inside.  Tap tap tap on the door.  I've never been good at knocking.

Arthritic knuckles or something.  And at the hour i thought perhaps the

doorbell was not proper and of course wasn't at all certain that it

worked.  I scoped here and there around the house a bit looking for the

signs of life - a wonder i wasn't arrested as a peeping Thomas or some

other form of Peeping peeper in my purple shades and black hat i would

certainly have been sent to the straightjacket in nearly any other

community in this state.  But i was in Lawrence where most anything is

legal except parking so i continued to stalk a bit.

one of the peculiar maladies i suffer from is a total paralysis of

decision over the simplest matters and this was one of those times that

i wish i understood the framed saying "Indecision is the Key to

Flexibility" on my mother's kitchen wall.  But then it struck me -

stupid david - they're downstairs on the computers undoubtedly they

are.  so i opened the door and walked downstairs and sure enough another

Beat Happening was happening at the new Beat-Hotel.

 

The stories between this point and the service are probably best told by

others for most of them involved food.  And basically my notions of food

are that it is something you eat.  I don't get all the fanciness of it.

Though I could tell the food here was special because everyone else was

raving so i ate what others raved about before and raved some myself.  I

do have a liking for lamb.  I'm not sure why memories associated with

lamb cooks on Easter in New England i suppose but the fact that it was a

lamb intended for WSB and now being fed to another group and it just

hits me now that perhaps patricia's lambs are not good for the heart

though she cooks them with more heart than anyone i've seen in years

decades maybe lifetimes.  Patricia loves to cook and it was good that

she was cooking because it was her way of releasing tensions and it was

a way she could release the tensions of the week in such a beautiful

manner -- as opposed to the way she was sleeping the floor.

 

Sweeping the floor is not the word for it.  No offense to patricia but

when i walked into the day room area it appeared that she hand somehow

made a kindly whisk broom turn into a chainsaw and was lashing at the

floor and while the dust was running away quite fast from the chainsaw

the beauty of the hardwood was in danger.  I asked if I could help with

anything and she handed me the broom.  One of my best memories of the

entire Lawrence experience was me waltzing with the broom - i believe

the anniversary waltz it was - yes that was it and we waltzed around the

room moving furniture here and there until the project was nearly

compleat.  I had never enjoyed cleaning anything so thoroughly and in

the time i'd waltzed with the broom patricia had magically created

thirty three zillion more kinds of food.

People came.  We ate.  Old old old old man named George K. was there and

asked for salt and everyone laughed because evidently that was something

WSB often said about patricia's wonderful cooking.  A generational thing

the amount of salt on the food.  Food glorious food everywhere and i ate

and ate three or five trips through the line - invisible several times

so that nobody knew what a glutton i was eating my way through whatever

feelings were brewing inside.

I was exhausted.  The comraderie had already been more than fitting

salute to the ace of the Shakespeare Squadron and my biological clock

that says "SIESTA SIESTA" everyday was screaming it very loudly.  Just

then George asked how to say "Party Pooper" in French and i was able to

say the only French i knew and as George and Carl(Karl) left i was able

to jump for joy and begin to race to my bedroom:

I forgot to tell about my special bedroom well perhaps later.

I went downstairs and laid myself to rest.

 

When I returned the group was much much much much smaller.  Bill H. Bob.

M. Danny Danny Danny and Patricia and she was leaving soon.  It appeared

that the siesta blues had hit the place a dark cloud descending.  DID

SOMEBODY DIE? I yelled.  I was so shocked wondering where that had come

from that i have no idea what the others reactions were but Danny did

tell a wonderful dream of a place where the natives lived only off the

quote capitalized Dark Liquids unquote uncapitalized.  And we laughed

and laughed and made more coffee and called the coffee dark liquids and

anytime that evening that someone ordered coffee there was much hyena

laughter from our group.

 

We left in separate vehicles to head downtown for the opera house.....

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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I'm wondering if anyone who understands all this technology really well

can have more luck with the references to Jelly Roll Morton and "Dead

Man Blues" on the first page of Western Lands.  I pulled off Paul

Oliver's "Meaning of the Blues" and found no discussion of it but much

about the blues and death and thought of all the blues why this

particular one.  I did find a web site of Jelly Roll Morton that

provided some information at:

 

http://web.fie.com/~tonya/morton.htm

 

Also saw that Dylan played it somewhere sometime along the many songs.

I wonder if the lyrics add to the power of the notion of the writer

without words being more than just a dead writer?

 

I have many more questions in the first few pages of the first chapter

of Western Lands but I'll start at the start with page one and Jelly

Roll.

 

The cover of my copy of Western Lands (penguin paperback) includes

phrase "unerring ability to crack the codes that make up the life of

this century ..." and i imagine that throughout this book i'm going to

need a ton of help on understanding what the code was that burroughs

thought cracked.  I think this book will be fascinating reading and

particularly timely reading for many on the list.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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So i found this four cassette series titled Women of the Beat Generation

at the Public Library and i've been listening to it in my car when i'm

driving.

 

I'm finished Side A of the first tape so far.  I need to do more

driving.  But I have a problem.

 

The library checks the stuff out in generic packaging so i have no

listing of the tracks of who's who and what's what.  It isn't so easy to

write that down as i'm driving and my memory for names is much better if

i see it in writing.

 

If somebody knows the order of the poets on the Women of the Beat

Generation audio series i'd love to hear about it.

 

Thanks,

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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In a message dated 97-08-10 03:22:34 EDT, you write:

 

<< crossing my fingers this gets to the list, >>

Uncross them might need the dexterity for something else. There were some

forces in the electromagnetic swirl the past few days. Maybe B scorched the

cosmos. Anyway, many had trouble in the net, if not trouble in mind.

cp

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Which is the best Burroughs bio?  "Literary Outlaw" or the other one by

Barry Miles?  For someone wanting to read about Bill's life, which is

more accurate?

 

RJW

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In a message dated 97-08-10 08:40:08 EDT, you write:

 

<< "unerring ability to crack the codes that make up the life of

 this century ..." and i imagine that throughout this book i'm going to

 need a ton of help on understanding what the code was that burroughs

 thought cracked >>

 

Don't read for answers or understanding from the top down unless you already

know the universe. It doesn't reveal its secrets easily and not always in a

language code.  All of B's contemporaries who had a brain said that in their

works: Lewis Thomas, Bucky Fuller, Loren Eiseley, Stephen Hawkins, et al. All

the great thinkers knew that we probably won't get enough of the picture of

this reality plane anyway. More problematic is that they all indicated we had

but a "ghost of a chance" as B said. Bucky Fuller said it would be very close

or something like that, meaning that humanity is coming to a reckoning and

can we survive? Typically, the simplest words are used for these problems;

there are rarely other words. When Crick and Watson discovered the helix,

they had to use simple metaphor "code" for the genetic code. Many discoveries

that we've named, the metaphor became the meaning. Think what it was to live

in a world before the "naming of things" because they hadn't "existed" in the

perceptive mind. So, the "codes" Bill meant were all things in the perceived

and unperceive universe that operate and rely on some passing of information

to evolve its own specie. Of course, with B. the layers of meanings and

possiblities are usually reduced to the lowest common linguistc cliche, old

racetrack jargon, con talk or his mimicking of meaningful discourse, always

with layer of generational symbolism that can't be expressed any other way

and hangs around in the language for a long time. A latent virus, so to

speak, that waits to break the cell's code to gain entry and take over the

system (body). It' just another layer that the double agent spy codes, etc.

worked exactly the same way to penetrate their "commie cells" for instance,

during the cold war. In B, the words are the text, all the other elements of

the "plot," which throughout the universe always has invasive nature.

Literary conventions are arbitrary, unless they have a linguistic value at

the same time.  Everything needs information. In our species most crave it

thinking that it might help whatever agenda they have to fulfill (moral,

political, religious, etc.) Why do you think the numbers of people on this

list increased all of a sudden? ha ha!

cp

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Subject:      Re: Burroughs biographies

Comments: To: rwallner@capaccess.org

 

I prefer by far Literary Outlaw. I've known briefly both authors personally

so my favoritism is probably based on it. I've not read Miles', but I felt

that his biography of Ginsberg had to have been "authorized" . Morgan has

done a lot of other books, a biography of FDR, Somerset Maughan that are good

reads. Of course Barry Miles ran off with one of my old girlfriends so my

opinions are always skewed; although, some have said I can see right through

people.

CP

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 11:43:31 -0400

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>From time to time, I check out the Dylan news group.  I used to post

there a lot till I found the beat-l and found it to be more fun, and

less spam.  (Wonderful spam!).  There has been raging a fierce war

between the condemn Burroughs to hell and the Burroughs just told the

truth folks.  I have found several posts that are quite good in the

defense of Burroughs.  The ones that lead into them are quite bad but

have been repeated in the follow up posts.  I sent two that I thought

were particularly good to P and she said that they good food for

thought.  I am going to post those two to the list, because I think they

contain good summaries of the merits of WSB's work.

 

The posts are not intended to draw comments, and we certainly do not

need to discuss the drivel that lead to these posts.  But, I think it is

helpful to the list to gain a perspective of how some who are not on the

list perceive and defend WSB.  If anyone wants to comment, feel free.

But these two posts are cross posts and will be labeled as such.  I do

not intend to comment on them, just cross post.

 

 

If you care to see the full exchanges, point your news reader at:

 

rec.music.dylan

 

Then check out the burroughs rot in hell thread, or something like that.

 

Peace,

Thanks.

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 11:50:52 -0400

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Subject:

            Re: Burroughs and Dylan (please add: Misanthrope)

       Date:

            Tue, 5 Aug 1997 16:16:41 +1000

       From:

            Glenn Cooper <gwcooper@MPX.COM.AU>

 Newsgroups:

            rec.music.dylan

 

 

 

>1. Drug addict

 

  Ex-drug addict. But, ummm, so what? I see no connection between lack

of

morality and drug addiction.

 

>2. Murderer

 

  It was an *accident*.

 

>3. Adulterer

 

  I'd say 50% of the adult population would be adulterers. Besides,

utterly

irellevant.

 

>4. Pedophile

 

  Absolutely not. Quoting Burroughs himself: "I say anyone who engages

in

sex with minors is nothing but a fiend."

 

>5. Draft-Dodger

 

  An admirable quality.

 

>6. Obscene and incoherent writer

 

  "Obscene" and "incoherent" to whom exactly? Watch your semantics,

young

man.

 

>7. MISANTHROPE*

 

  Difficult to refute. Probably more accurate to say he was hater of a

certain kind of human being. Paul Bullen being a good example.

 

>Second, to what extent should Bob Dylan be cast in the same lot with

Burroughs?

 

  From a purely literary point of view, there are some obvious parellels

between Dylan's mid 60's writing and Burroughs' cut-up novels. We also

have

the mid-1980's comment from Dylan to Ginsberg: "Tell Burroughs I've been

reading him, and I believe every word he says."

 

>From my perspective, one of the benefits of Dylan becoming a Christian was

>to free himself from the nihilistic perversion of certain literary types.

 

 Apparently not, because the above comment was made *after* Dylan's

so-called conversion to Christianity.

 

>It is not my desire to get into a shouting match with anyone, so please

try

>to express yourself in accordance with the pretense that the person you

are

>communicating with is a fellow sentient being. Thank you.

 

  Burroughs believed that mankind was evolving into different

sub-species,

that one person was not necessarily the same species as another. I'd

like

to

think that I am as far removed from Mr. Bullen and his ilk as is

possible.

 

  Have a good day.

 

Glenn C.

________________________________________________________________________________

"The bible is probably the most genocidal book in our entire canon."

                                                  - Noam Chomsky.

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Bentz

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 11:55:34 -0400

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Subject:

             Re: Burroughs and Dylan

        Date:

             5 Aug 1997 12:25:32 GMT

       From:

             zureick@ucunix.san.uc.edu (John H. Zureick)

 Organization:

             University of Cincinnati

 Newsgroups:

             rec.music.dylan

  References:

             1

 

 

 

In article <v01540b06b00bef99236d@[128.135.18.173]>,

Paul Bullen  <bul1@MIDWAY.UCHICAGO.EDU> wrote:

>Among Bob Dylan fans there seem to be some that treasure a certain lineage

>which does not include his becoming a Christian (or orthodox Jew). The

>lineage extends from Rimbaud to Ginsberg and includes a number of others

>whose life-styles that most people would consider unsavory. One of these

>people is Burroughs, who just died. There has already been one

>Dylan-related expression of remorse at his passing, including the claim

>that he was the greatest writer of the twentieth century (a view I doubt

is

>widely shared). As usual I have no more than a citizen's interest in the

>matter, but I would like to play the devil's advocate since there seems to

>be something terribly wrong with some people's values, from my

perspective.

>Burroughs seems to have been all of the following:

>

>1. Drug addict -- who's not?

>2. Murderer -- bad shot!

>3. Adulterer -- never bothered my wife

>4. Pedophile -- my, that's a big word for a ten year old

>5. Draft-Dodger -- isn't this a Phil Och's song?

>6. Obscene and incoherent writer -- how you gonna learn anything with your

                                     head in a book all day, son?

>

>First, as a purely factual matter. How close do each of these

>characterizations come to the truth? There is little point engaging in

 

You forgot "lying to his mommy".

 

>to express yourself in accordance with the pretense that the person you

are

>communicating with is a fellow sentient being. Thank you.

                         ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Please provide some proof of this. :)

 

Burroughs wrote some straight ahead stuff so he was not always an

"incoherent" writer.  I think his so-called incoherence, or lack of

straight narrative style, was a strategy, a moving cover behind which

many original and beautiful ideas hid.  For instance his theory that

language was a virus. I love that!

 

I've always had to cherry pick where Burroughs was involved. I pick up

his books in the library, read a few pages and put it back down.   He

kickstarts my thinking from time to time.  That is, I try to read his

books in the library if every copy has not been stolen.  Which tells

you something!

 

I always admire anybody who has the courage to be an original artist,

especially one who actually has something to say.

 

I suppose I most identify with Burroughs in that he seemed to be lost in

this world.

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Bentz

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 12:00:21 -0400

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There are more good posts on Burroughs on the Dylan news group.  Some of

the responses are filled with very good humor.  Check it out if you have

some time.

 

Peace

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Bentz

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 12:46:42 -0400

Reply-To:     Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: Burroughs biographies

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On Sun, 10 Aug 1997, Pamela Beach Plymell wrote:

 

> I prefer by far Literary Outlaw. I've known briefly both authors personally

> so my favoritism is probably based on it. I've not read Miles', but I felt

> that his biography of Ginsberg had to have been "authorized" . Morgan has

> done a lot of other books, a biography of FDR, Somerset Maughan that are good

> reads. Of course Barry Miles ran off with one of my old girlfriends so my

> opinions are always skewed; although, some have said I can see right through

> people.

 

Not having had any significant others stolen by either authors involved,

I'd have to say that Morgan is more thorough, which is probably

proportional to the amount of bookshelf space it takes up, but Miles is

more entertaining. Morgan employs a unique narrative strategy for a

biography where he uses free indirect discourse to get you inside

Burroughs' mind (all reconstructed from copious interviews and Burroughs'

writing). You can tell when Burroughs' voice starts and Morgan's stops

though; like Gysin said, when you read a Burroughs' word, you know

it's his, because it eats through the page like acid. Miles is a better

storyteller, and I find the literary criticism portions of his book more

enlightening, especially when dealing with the influence of Jack Black

and Denton Welch on the last trilogy. Miles is also essential for an

understanding of the workings of the Ugly Spirit, whereas Joan's death is

covered extensively in Morgan's. My suggestion is read'em both, I did.

 

Neil

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 13:08:49 -0400

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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UNDERGRAD.MATH.UWATERLOO.CA>

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> >4. Pedophile

>

>   Absolutely not. Quoting Burroughs himself: "I say anyone who engages

> in sex with minors is nothing but a fiend."

 

I can see how someone might misconstrue this from some of Burroughs'

writing (not that the idiots who posted this crap in the first place have

ever read any Burroughs...) Those of you reading the letters book will

eventually come across a line from Burroughs to Ginsberg along the lines

of: "Great to be back in Tangiers, boys are plentiful, no holes barred."

>From what I understand, Burroughs' proclivities did not extend to minors

though, but certainly Kiki had to be in his late teens, or early twenties,

but it was all consensual so who can condemn?

 

> >7. MISANTHROPE*

>

>   Difficult to refute. Probably more accurate to say he was hater of a

> certain kind of human being. Paul Bullen being a good example.

 

Actually impossible to refute. Burroughs quotes Gysin all the time: "Man

is a bad animal." In _Ghost of Chance_ Burroughs says straight out that

he's given up on homo sap. Of course, he doesn't hate all humanity--

certainly not the Johnson's and artists in the space program--

but he certainly does hate shits who don't mind their own business, and

run around condemning people with their God talk.

 

> >Second, to what extent should Bob Dylan be cast in the same lot with

> Burroughs?

>

>   From a purely literary point of view, there are some obvious parellels

> between Dylan's mid 60's writing and Burroughs' cut-up novels.

 

Parallels can certainly be drawn between _Tarantula_ and some of

Burroughs' writing (although personally I think Tarantula is a big book

crap).

 

> We also have

> the mid-1980's comment from Dylan to Ginsberg: "Tell Burroughs I've been

> reading him, and I believe every word he says."

 

I'd love to find out where Dylan said that. For Burroughs on Dylan, look

up Dylan in the index of Bockris' With _William Burroughs: A Report from

the Bunker_. Burroughs says something along the lines of: "He was a good

looking kid, and a very earnest young man. Although I don't know much

about music myself, he certainly seemed to know what he was talking

about." Quoting from memory here, but it's pretty accurate I believe. Not

all that laudatory a comment, but Dylan doesn't need Burroughs'

commendation in my books.

 

It is kind of fun to mend these condemnations into commendations. I

was warned about the stuff on r.m.d. and not wanting to raise my ire

because of some bible-thumping morons, I shied away. If anybody remembers,

the arguments on the list about that NAMBLA crap after Ginsberg died

originated in a cross-post from r.m.d. too. I've read r.m.d. for years,

but there are altogether too many religious shits on the list (shit being

defined in the Burroughsian sense of people who don't mind their own

business and let other people mind theirs. Burroughs himself never had a

problem with religious people who didn't bother others, just those that

push a program, and make it their business to decide who goes to hell).

 

Later,

Neil

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Neil Hennessy wrote:

>

> > >4. Pedophile

> >

> >   Absolutely not. Quoting Burroughs himself: "I say anyone who

> engages

> > in sex with minors is nothing but a fiend."

>

> I can see how someone might misconstrue this from some of Burroughs'

> writing (not that the idiots who posted this crap in the first place

> have

> ever read any Burroughs...) Those of you reading the letters book will

> eventually come across a line from Burroughs to Ginsberg along the

> lines

> of: "Great to be back in Tangiers, boys are plentiful, no holes

> barred."

> >From what I understand, Burroughs' proclivities did not extend to

> minors

> though, but certainly Kiki had to be in his late teens, or early

> twenties,

> but it was all consensual so who can condemn?

>

> > >7. MISANTHROPE*

> >

> >   Difficult to refute. Probably more accurate to say he was hater of

> a

> > certain kind of human being. Paul Bullen being a good example.

>

> Actually impossible to refute. Burroughs quotes Gysin all the time:

> "Man

> is a bad animal." In _Ghost of Chance_ Burroughs says straight out

> that

> he's given up on homo sap. Of course, he doesn't hate all humanity--

> certainly not the Johnson's and artists in the space program--

> but he certainly does hate shits who don't mind their own business,

> and

> run around condemning people with their God talk.

>

> > >Second, to what extent should Bob Dylan be cast in the same lot

> with

> > Burroughs?

> >

> >   From a purely literary point of view, there are some obvious

> parellels

> > between Dylan's mid 60's writing and Burroughs' cut-up novels.

>

> Parallels can certainly be drawn between _Tarantula_ and some of

> Burroughs' writing (although personally I think Tarantula is a big

> book

> crap).

>

> > We also have

> > the mid-1980's comment from Dylan to Ginsberg: "Tell Burroughs I've

> been

> > reading him, and I believe every word he says."

>

> I'd love to find out where Dylan said that. For Burroughs on Dylan,

> look

> up Dylan in the index of Bockris' With _William Burroughs: A Report

> from

> the Bunker_. Burroughs says something along the lines of: "He was a

> good

> looking kid, and a very earnest young man. Although I don't know much

> about music myself, he certainly seemed to know what he was talking

> about." Quoting from memory here, but it's pretty accurate I believe.

> Not

> all that laudatory a comment, but Dylan doesn't need Burroughs'

> commendation in my books.

>

> It is kind of fun to mend these condemnations into commendations. I

> was warned about the stuff on r.m.d. and not wanting to raise my ire

> because of some bible-thumping morons, I shied away. If anybody

> remembers,

> the arguments on the list about that NAMBLA crap after Ginsberg died

> originated in a cross-post from r.m.d. too. I've read r.m.d. for

> years,

> but there are altogether too many religious shits on the list (shit

> being

> defined in the Burroughsian sense of people who don't mind their own

> business and let other people mind theirs. Burroughs himself never had

> a

> problem with religious people who didn't bother others, just those

> that

> push a program, and make it their business to decide who goes to

> hell).

>

> Later,

> Neil

 

Neil:

 

Good post.  Some of the replies on Burroughs are quite humorous and

worth reading as the shits are sent to the sewer.

 

 

--

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From:         Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

Subject:      Re: Regarding Last Words...

Comments: To: Neil Hennessy <nhenness@undergrad.math.uwaterloo.ca>

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Neil Henry wrote:

>

> First off, thanks Leon for your kind words. I'm not sure where you got

> the info below:

>

> > > Maybe we can persuade Luke Kelly to put our list-last-words-posts

> > > through his cutup machine. I see you had a hand in encouraging him to do

> > > those cutup experiments.>

> > The cut-up experiments Luke is doing were his brilliant idea from the

> > start. I corresponded with him after he had produced some results, telling

> > him how impressed I was at the idea, and the fruition of the first part of

> > the project, so if that's what you mean by encouraging him, then

> > certainly I did, however Luke gets all the credit for the endeavour.

 

 

So I went to Luke's Restaurant, The Big Table. Now where was that

goodie. Now me, that's my weakness. Cut Ups. Browsing in bookstores.

Some people eat meals. Me I just pick up a morsel here a morsel there.

No full course dinners, but nibble all day. Mmm delicious. What great

stuff. Images. Word Hoards. Research. But the hours are going by and I

was a man with a purpose. So I go to the search engine. I ask for Neil

and what do I get:

 

> Hennessy, Neil. "Literary Outlaws: Gunslinging Writers in The Collected Works

 of Billy > the Kid and The Place of Dead Roads" Email: nhenness@uwaterloo.ca

 

 

Hmmm. Interesting. Didn't notice you also got a recipe in the cookbook.

But that's all the search gets me. Back to cut ups. I know it's where I

saw it. After a couple of runs backwards and forwards, I ain't

complaining mind you, a kid in a candy shop, and here, I found it.  I

did not hallucinate it:

 

Says Luke in The Johnson Family plate:

 

> As caretaker of Big Table Media and overworked programmer, I have decided to

 pile yet

>     another project on the table. Following George Landow's lead and Neil

 Hennessy's

>     suggestion, I am writing a series of programs to interface with you, the

 clever >     reader.

 

>     http://www.bigtable.com/johnsons/

 

Snip, snip, fer bandwith sake, but this last one, what a gem:

 

> My favourite last words of a writer were Oscar Wilde's. A pure aesthete

> until the end, lying sick in his bed, he looked at the putrid coloured

> wallpaper in the room and said, "Either that wallpaper has to go, or I

> do," and he died. When you tempt death with your aesthetic, you are dead.

>

> Neil Hennessy

> .-

 

leon

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Date:         Sun, 10 Aug 1997 11:15:10 -0700

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From:         runner <babu@ELECTRICITI.COM>

Subject:      ps/alm 23 revised (patti smith)

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stolen from the patti smith list

props to phillip who found and typed

-Douglas

 

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ps/alm 23 revisited

for William Burroughs

 

The word is his shepherd

he shall not want

he spreads like the eagle

upon the green hill

boys of the Alhambra

in vivid sash

serve him still

your orange juice, sir

your fishing pole

accepting all

with tender grace

and besting us

with this advice

children never be ashamed

wrestle smile walk in sun

thank you, Bill

your will be done

God grant you

mind and medicine

we draw our hearts

and you within

moral vested

Gentleman

 

(c) 1994 Patti Smith

page 100 in EARLY WORKS

 



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