I hve read the first half of this book over ten times and still cannot seem to have the energy to finish it. May be that I am gripped by addiction or that I read it from another place called nightmare. I don’t know but now I am going to begin my eleventh attempt. I would thank you but no.
I hve read the first half of this book over ten times and still cannot seem to have the energy to finish it. May be that I am gripped by addiction or that I read it from another place called nightmare. I don’t know but now I am going to begin my eleventh attempt. I would thank you but no.
You must. This is a life changing book. Burroughs madness is your madness. He rapes the language, he fucks the style. He uploads the black meat into your soul
You must. This is a life changing book. Burroughs madness is your madness. He rapes the language, he fucks the style. He uploads the black meat into your soul
How’s it compare with “The Ticket That Exploded”? I tried reading that one once because it was the only Burroughs my university library had and I couldn’t get through it.
How’s it compare with “The Ticket That Exploded”? I tried reading that one once because it was the only Burroughs my university library had and I couldn’t get through it.
The Soft Machine is by far my favorite. It has everything you want out of him at his best but is structured enough to dodge longeuers.
I have a framed photo of him above my toilet so I see it several times a day. It’s the almost young Burroughs, in Mexico City around the time he shot Joan in the head. He’s in a sense my hero in that he wrote all through the 1950s material wild enough it was ridiculous to imagine publishing it in America then. Yet he kept writing. I think of this model sometimes… the ideal of just writing because you love doing it, and you write what you want to read. (The author is the first reader, Maurice Blanchot said.)
The Soft Machine is by far my favorite. It has everything you want out of him at his best but is structured enough to dodge longeuers.
I have a framed photo of him above my toilet so I see it several times a day. It’s the almost young Burroughs, in Mexico City around the time he shot Joan in the head. He’s in a sense my hero in that he wrote all through the 1950s material wild enough it was ridiculous to imagine publishing it in America then. Yet he kept writing. I think of this model sometimes… the ideal of just writing because you love doing it, and you write what you want to read. (The author is the first reader, Maurice Blanchot said.)
I hve read the first half of this book over ten times and still cannot seem to have the energy to finish it. May be that I am gripped by addiction or that I read it from another place called nightmare. I don’t know but now I am going to begin my eleventh attempt. I would thank you but no.
I hve read the first half of this book over ten times and still cannot seem to have the energy to finish it. May be that I am gripped by addiction or that I read it from another place called nightmare. I don’t know but now I am going to begin my eleventh attempt. I would thank you but no.
You must. This is a life changing book. Burroughs madness is your madness. He rapes the language, he fucks the style. He uploads the black meat into your soul
You must. This is a life changing book. Burroughs madness is your madness. He rapes the language, he fucks the style. He uploads the black meat into your soul
How’s it compare with “The Ticket That Exploded”? I tried reading that one once because it was the only Burroughs my university library had and I couldn’t get through it.
How’s it compare with “The Ticket That Exploded”? I tried reading that one once because it was the only Burroughs my university library had and I couldn’t get through it.
Are there any other Burroughs books worth the reader’s time? Naked Lunch is the only one I’ve read.
Are there any other Burroughs books worth the reader’s time? Naked Lunch is the only one I’ve read.
The Soft Machine is by far my favorite. It has everything you want out of him at his best but is structured enough to dodge longeuers.
I have a framed photo of him above my toilet so I see it several times a day. It’s the almost young Burroughs, in Mexico City around the time he shot Joan in the head. He’s in a sense my hero in that he wrote all through the 1950s material wild enough it was ridiculous to imagine publishing it in America then. Yet he kept writing. I think of this model sometimes… the ideal of just writing because you love doing it, and you write what you want to read. (The author is the first reader, Maurice Blanchot said.)
The Soft Machine is by far my favorite. It has everything you want out of him at his best but is structured enough to dodge longeuers.
I have a framed photo of him above my toilet so I see it several times a day. It’s the almost young Burroughs, in Mexico City around the time he shot Joan in the head. He’s in a sense my hero in that he wrote all through the 1950s material wild enough it was ridiculous to imagine publishing it in America then. Yet he kept writing. I think of this model sometimes… the ideal of just writing because you love doing it, and you write what you want to read. (The author is the first reader, Maurice Blanchot said.)
Much better (although I do like “ticket”).
The Wild Boys, Junky, Soft Machine and several others
Much better (although I do like “ticket”).
The Wild Boys, Junky, Soft Machine and several others
Agreed on Wild Boys. that’s my favorite.
Agreed on Wild Boys. that’s my favorite.