{"id":6046,"date":"2014-12-05T16:52:29","date_gmt":"2014-12-05T16:52:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=6046"},"modified":"2026-04-03T17:00:38","modified_gmt":"2026-04-03T17:00:38","slug":"william-s-burroughs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=6046","title":{"rendered":"William S. Burroughs"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.traileraddict.com\/trailer\/william-s-burroughs-a-man-within\/trailer\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-9778\" title=\"Bs cat\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/Bs-cat.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"243\" height=\"177\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/Bs-cat.gif 243w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/Bs-cat-150x109.gif 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 243px) 100vw, 243px\" \/><\/a><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">1914 &#8211; 1997<\/h6>\n<address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abDeath smells&#8230; I mean death has a special smell; over and above the smell of \u00a0cyanide, cordite, blood, carrion or burned flesh. It is a gray smell: stops the heart and cuts off the breath. The smell of empty bodies, the smell of field hospitals and gangrene&#8230;\u00bb \u00a0<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>[The Private Asshole]<\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abI remember a dream of my childhood. I am in a beautiful garden. As I reach out to touch the flowers they wither under my hands. A nightmare feeling of foreboding and desolation comes over me as great mushroom-shaped cloud darkens the earth. A few may get through the gate in time. Like Spain, I&#8217;m bound to the past.\u00bb<\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">[closing paragraph &#8211; Cities of the Red Night, 1981]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.learnoutloud.com\/Free-Audio-Video\/Biography\/Artists\/William-S-Burroughs-A-Man-Within\/79610\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-48244 noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-48244 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/A_Man_Within.jpg\" alt=\"a_man_within\" width=\"201\" height=\"283\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/A_Man_Within.jpg 201w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/A_Man_Within-107x150.jpg 107w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\">\u00abLove? What is it?<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\">Most natural pain killer what there is &#8211; LOVE\u00bb<\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\">WSB&#8217;s last diary entry [Aug 1st, 1997]\u21d2<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/archive.org\/details\/WilliamS.Burroughs.AManWithinyonyLeyser2010\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abA Man Within\u00bb<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a4 \u00a0Interview<\/strong>s &#8230; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=axUc6Tt6SVQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u2192[1]\u2190 <\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=sp2tsvgclw4\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u2192[2]\u2190<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=K4BE28nlTyo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u2192[3]\u2190 \u00a0<\/a>. . .\u00a0London<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.languageisavirus.com\/creative-writing-techniques\/william-s-burroughs-cut-ups.php\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-50590\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/cut-up.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"315\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/cut-up.jpg 600w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/cut-up-300x158.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/cut-up-150x79.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/cut-up-400x210.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2191\u00a0 On the cut-up technique\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Now, these experiments started not on tape-recorders, but on paper. In 1959 Brion Gysin said that writing is fifty years behind painting, and applied the montage technique to words on a page, and this technique had already been used in painting at that time for fifty years, which was in fact the time [&#8230;?].\u00a0Brion copied out phrases in newspapers and magazines, then took a scissors and cut these selections into pieces and rearranged the fragments at random. And these cut-up experiments appeared in <em>&#8216;Minutes To Go&#8217;<\/em> in 1959 &#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">When you experiment with cup-ups over a period of time, you find that some of the cut-ups in rearranged texts seem to refer to future events. I cut up an article, written by John Paul Getty, and got: \u00abIT&#8217;S A BAD THING TO SUE YOUR FATHER.\u00bb This was a rearrangement and wasn&#8217;t in the original text, and a year later, one of his sons did sue him. We had no explanation for this at the time, perhaps suggesting that when you cut into the present the future leaks out.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Well, we simply accepted it and continued the experiments. The next step was cut up some tape-recorders, and Brion was the first to take this obvious step. Now, here&#8217;s some tapes which Brion made with all the technical facilities of the BBC in London, and they show &#8211; I think &#8211; what can be done with the human voice in one phrase:<\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">.<strong> . . \u00a0calling \u00a0 all \u00a0 agent \u00a0 active \u00a0 re . . .\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2666 \u00a0<em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/18230971#\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Junky&#8217;s Christmas<\/a> \u00a0\u2193<\/strong><\/em><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/u6kHN92Yv48\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/JUNKYs-Xmas.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-2794\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/junkys-christmas.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"219\" height=\"378\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/junkys-christmas.jpg 400w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/junkys-christmas-173x300.jpg 173w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 219px) 100vw, 219px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><em><strong>The Junky&#8217;s Christmas<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0is a story by\u00a0<a style=\"color: #808000;\" title=\"William S. Burroughs\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/William_S._Burroughs\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">William S. Burroughs<\/a>, featuring\u00a0the 1989 collection\u00a0<em>Interzone<\/em>. It was also made into a\u00a01993\u00a0short\u00a0<a style=\"color: #808000;\" title=\"Claymation\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Claymation\">claymation<\/a>\u00a0film directed by\u00a0Nick Donkin\u00a0and\u00a0Melodie McDaniel. The film was produced by\u00a0<a style=\"color: #808000;\" title=\"Francis Ford Coppola\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Francis_Ford_Coppola\">Francis Ford Coppola<\/a>\u00a0and \u00a0released by\u00a0Koch Vision\u00a0on\u00a0DVD\u00a0in\u00a0North America\u00a0on November 21, 2006. Burroughs narrates the film and appears in live-action footage at the beginning and end of the film.<\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">Play video for the movie, or click poster to <strong>read<\/strong> the script\u2192<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\u2022 Plot\u00a0\u2193<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"mw-content-text\" dir=\"ltr\" lang=\"en\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">Penniless and withdrawing from\u00a0opiates, Danny emerges from a 72-hour stay in a police holding cell. Hoping to make enough money to buy his next hit of\u00a0heroin, he scours the streets looking for something to steal. After an unsuccessful attempt to break into a parked car, he discovers an unattended suitcase sitting in a doorway. He makes off with the case and takes it to an abandoned park to examine its contents. There he finds that the case contains two severed human legs. Disgusted, he discards the legs and tries to find a buyer for the suitcase. He finds a buyer who gives him three dollars but also informs him that the local heroin dealer has been arrested.<a style=\"color: #808000;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?attachment_id=2794\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2794\"><br \/><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">Unable to find heroin anywhere Danny decides to visit a doctor with the hopes of obtaining some\u00a0morphine. When he reaches the doctor\u2019s house he pretends to be suffering from\u00a0facial neuralgia. The doctor is suspicious but gives Danny a quarter of a grain of morphine free of charge.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">Drugs in pocket, Danny rents a room for two dollars. As he prepares to inject the morphine, he hears groaning coming from the next room. Distracted, he follows the sound of the groaning across the hall to find a young man suffering from\u00a0kidney stones. Danny offers to call an ambulance, but soon realizes that the paramedics will not come as they believe the young man is faking illness to obtain opiates. Danny selflessly administers his morphine to the young man. The morphine immediately alleviates the young man\u2019s pain. Danny returns to his room. All of a sudden he begins feeling the effects of heroin; it appears that his good deed has been rewarded with \u201cthe immaculate fix.\u201d Danny nods off to sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n<p id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u25ca\u2192 <em>\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=iVDynUK95ik\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8216;I am not an addict, I am the addict&#8217;<\/a><\/em>\u00a0 \u21d0\u00a0[<strong>\u201cThe Beginning Is Also the End\u201d_<\/strong>1963<strong>]<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>I am not\u00a0<em>an<\/em>\u00a0addict. I am\u00a0<em>the<\/em>\u00a0addict. The addict I invented to keep this show on the junk road. I\u00a0<em>am<\/em>\u00a0all the addicts and all the junk in the world. I\u00a0<em>am<\/em>\u00a0junk and I am hooked forever. Now, I am using junk as a basic illustration. Extend it. I am reality and I am hooked, on, reality. Give me an old wall and a garbage can and I can, by God, sit there forever. Because I am the wall and I am the garbage can. But I need someone to sit there and look at the wall and the garbage can. That is, I need a human host. I can\u2019t look at anything. I am blind. I can\u2019t sit anywhere. I have nothing to sit on. <\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And let me take this opportunity of replying to my creeping opponents. It is not true that I hate the human species. I just don\u2019t like human beings. I don\u2019t like animals. What I feel is not hate. In your verbal garbage the closest word is\u00a0<em>distaste<\/em>. Still I must live in and on human bodies. An intolerable situation, you will agree. To make that situation clearer, suppose you were stranded on a planet populated by insects. You are blind. You are a drug addict. But you find a way to make the insects bring you junk. Even after thousands of years living there you still feel that basic structural distaste for your insect servants. You feel it every time they touch you. Well, that is exactly the way I feel about my human servants. Consequently since my arrival some 500,000 years ago, I have had one thought in mind. What you call the history of mankind is the history of my escape plan. I don\u2019t want \u201clove.\u201d I don\u2019t want forgiveness. All I want is out of here.<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">\u00a4 \u00a0The Naked Lunch<\/span><\/h5>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/McpX7LmX224\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0. . . \u00a0Meeting of International Conference of Technological \u00a0Psychiatry<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Doctor \u201cFingers\u201d Schafer, the Lobotomy Kid, rises and turns on the Conferents the cold blue blast of his gaze:<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cGentlemen, the human nervous system can be reduced to a <span id=\"IL_AD8\" class=\"IL_AD\">compact<\/span> and <span id=\"IL_AD1\" class=\"IL_AD\">abbreviated<\/span> spinal <span id=\"IL_AD7\" class=\"IL_AD\">column<\/span>. The brain, front, middle and rear must follow the adenoid, the wisdom tooth, the appendix\u2026. I give you my Master Work: The Complete <span id=\"IL_AD3\" class=\"IL_AD\">All American<\/span> De-anxietixed Man\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Blast of trumpets: The Man is carried in naked by two Bearers who drop him on the platform with bestial, sneering brutality\u2026. The Man wriggles\u2026. His flesh turns to viscid, transparent jelly that drifts away in green mist, unveiling a monster black <span id=\"IL_AD5\" class=\"IL_AD\">centipede<\/span>. Waves of unknown stench fill the room, searing the lungs, grabbing the stomach\u2026.<\/p>\n<p>Schafer wrings his hands sobbing:<em> \u201c<span id=\"IL_AD6\" class=\"IL_AD\">Clarence<\/span>! How can you do this to me?? Ingrates!! Every one of them ingrates!\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The Conferents start back muttering in dismay:<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI\u2019m afraid Schafer has gone a bit too far\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI sounded a word of warning\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cBrilliant chap Schafer\u2026 but\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cMan will do anything for publicity\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cGentlemen, this unspeakable and in every sense illegitimate child of Doctor Schafer\u2019s perverted brain must not see the light\u2026. Our duty to the human race is clear\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cMan he done seen the light,\u201d<\/em> said one of the Bearers.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cWe must stomp out the Un-American crittah,\u2019<\/em> says a fat, frog-faced Southern doctor who has been drinking <span id=\"IL_AD9\" class=\"IL_AD\">corn<\/span> out of a mason jar. He advances drunkenly, then halts, appalled by the formidable size and menacing aspect of the centipede\u2026.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cFetch gasoline!\u201d<\/em> he <span id=\"IL_AD4\" class=\"IL_AD\">bellows<\/span>. <em>\u201cWe gotta burn the son of a bitch like an uppity Nigra!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI\u2019m not sticking my neck out, me,\u201d<\/em> says a cool hip young doctor high on LSD25\u2026. <em>\u201cWhy a smart D.A. could\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Fadeout. <em>\u201cOrder in The Court\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">D.A.:<em>\u201cGentlemen of the jury, these \u2018learned gentlemen\u2019 claim that the innocent human <span id=\"IL_AD10\" class=\"IL_AD\">creature<\/span> they have so wantonly slain suddenly turned himself into a huge black centipede and it was \u2018their duty to the human race\u2019 to <span id=\"IL_AD12\" class=\"IL_AD\">destroy<\/span> this monster before it could, by any means at its disposal, perpetrate its kind\u2026.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAre we to gulp down this tissue of horse shit! Are we to take these glib lies like a greased and nameless asshole? Where is this wondrous centipede?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201d \u2018We have destroyed it,\u2019<\/em> they say smugly\u2026. <em>And I would like to remind you, Gentlemen and Hermaphrodites of the Jury, that this Great Beast\u201d<\/em> \u2014 he points to Doctor Schafer \u2014 <em>\u201chas, on several previous occasions, appeared in this court charged with the unspeakable crime of brain rape\u2026. In plain English\u201d<\/em> \u2014 he pounds the rail of the jury box, his voice rises to a scream \u2014<em> \u201cin plain English, Gentlemen, forcible lobotomy\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The Jury gasps\u2026 \u00a0One dies of a heart attack\u2026. Three fall to the floor writhing in orgasms of prurience\u2026.<\/p>\n<p>The D.A. points dramatically: <em>\u201cHe it is\u2026. He and no other who has reduced whole provinces of our fair land to a state bordering on the far side of idiocy\u2026. He it is who has filled great warehouses with row on row, tier on tier of helpless creatures who must have their every want attended\u2026. \u2018The Drones\u2019 he calls them with a <span id=\"IL_AD11\" class=\"IL_AD\">cynical<\/span> leer of pure educated evil\u2026. Gentlemen, I say to you that the wanton murder of Clarence Cowie must not go unavenged: This foul crime shrieks like a wounded faggot for justice at least!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The centipede is rushing about in <span id=\"IL_AD2\" class=\"IL_AD\">agitation<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cMan, that mother fucker\u2019s hungry,\u201d<\/em> screams one of the Bearers.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI\u2019m getting out of here, me.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>A wave of electric horror sweeps through the Conferents\u2026. They storm the exits screaming and clawing\u2026.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><strong>\u221e \u00a0&#8216;Did I ever Tell you about the Man who Taught his asshole to Talk&#8217; \u21d3<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0. . . \u00a0introduced by The Disposible Heroes Of Hiphoprisy \u00a0[\u00abSpare Ass Annie\u00bb_1993]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/lD0XeZPsDV8\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Why not one all-purpose blob? Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I&#8217;d ever heard.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00abThis ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00abThis man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called <em>&#8216;The Better &#8216;Ole&#8217;<\/em> that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of\u00a0it but it was clever. Like, <em>\u00abOh I say, are you still down there, old thing?&#8217;<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00ab&#8216;<em>Nah! I had to go relieve myself.&#8217;<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00abAfter a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00abThen it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built and act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking\u00a0on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights&#8230; It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him:<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em> &#8216;It&#8217;s you who will shut up in the end. Not me.\u00a0Because we don&#8217;t need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit.&#8217;<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00abAfter that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole&#8217;s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any\u00a0kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous &#8211; (You know that a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) &#8211;\u00a0except for the EYES you dig. That&#8217;s one thing the asshole COULDN&#8217;T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn&#8217;t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the\u00a0silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab&#8217;s eyes on the end of a stalk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=zQoNRqb3Wsg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-47099\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/FZ.jpg\" alt=\"FZ\" width=\"359\" height=\"202\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/FZ.jpg 640w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/FZ-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/FZ-150x84.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/FZ-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 359px) 100vw, 359px\" \/><\/a>That&#8217;s the sex that passes the censor, squeezes through between bureaus, because there&#8217;s always a space between. In popular songs and Grade B movies, giving away the basic American rottenness, spurting out like breaking boils, throwing out globs of that un-D.T. to fall anywhere and grow into some degenerate cancerous life-form, reproducing a hideous random image. Some would be entirely made of penis-like erectile tissue, others viscera barely covered over with skin, clusters of three and four eyes together, criss-cross of mouths and assholes, human parts shaken around and poured out &#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">. . . <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=q5lqUvA73XA\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><strong>&#8216;The Talking Asshole Routine&#8217;<\/strong>\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0\u21d0 [read &amp; introduced by\u00a0<strong>Frank Zappa]<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheTalkingAsshole.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-50592\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheTalkingAsshole.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"336\" height=\"244\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheTalkingAsshole.jpg 600w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheTalkingAsshole-300x218.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheTalkingAsshole-150x109.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheTalkingAsshole-400x291.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 336px) 100vw, 336px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u2666 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/vimeo.com\/57016757\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">David Cronenberg&#8217;s NAKED LUNCH<\/a> \u21d0 \u00a0[movie clips]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Some fragments from David Cronenberg&#8217;s film adaptation. Featuring Peter Weller, Ian Holm, Judy Davis &amp; Roy Scheider (a 1991 co-production by film companies of Canada, the UK, and Japan)<\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">\u25ca \u00a0The Evening News \u00a0\u21d3<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">This poem from \u00abThe Exterminator\u00bb was constructed by cutting in phrases from a daily horoscope and a French newspaper. America 1967. Some phrases were translated into English and others were allowed to remain in French. I would say the poem bears some affinity to the Waste Land by TS Eliot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Er53lG0vOGo?list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">The old desk sergeant looked grimly at the wanted\u00a0pictures yellow pealing\u00a030th day without an arrest in New York area<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">they risk 15 light-years, entire future,\u00a0certain discussions, cool gardens and\u00a0pools of the evening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">The old turnkey makes the round of empty cells.\u00a0<em>\u00abSleep tight boys.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">No one there<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">muttering phantom voices,\u00a0peet men junkies con men<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">the old hop smoking worlds\u00a0mutter between years.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">The Sailor hanging by his belt, a\u00a0drunk banging on the door of his cell<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">thin grey pickpocket stops him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><em>\u00abGet me this letter out, Screw.\u00a0It&#8217;s worth an Abe to you.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">pulls the Abe out of his fibrous junkie shoe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><em>\u00abI need an arrest, Mike. I&#8217;m thin.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><em>\u00abFuck off punk\u00a0I can&#8217;t find an old drunk.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">No arrest. She reads it in his dull eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><em>\u201cConservez toujours une bonne morale.\u00bb <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">a sharp cold bray of laughter\u00a0sliding away into the sky<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Couldn\u2019t reach from the old cop film.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Twirling his club down cobblestone streets,\u00a0the sky goes out against his back<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">in a darkening park\u00a0couldn&#8217;t reach with the sap<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">I do not need to remind you\u00a0laws as strict as the United States . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">urine in straw a yellow sky\u00a0his bicycle of light<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">\u201c<em>poumons sensibles.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">a blue smell of hope as he rounded the corner\u00a0and the sea air hit his face<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><em>\u00abLeaving the fading film please.\u00a0Got up. Remembered \u00a0Thank you.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">The Old Courthouse empty cells and precincts<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">bondsmen judges lawyers probation officers\u00a0paper cups of coffee on the desk<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">NARCOTICS DEPARTMENT . . . the door is open<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">files and pictures scattered on the floor\u00a0stained with urine and excrement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">On the wall in phosphorous roach paste\u00a0&#8216;AH PUCH JACKED OFF HERE.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Laws as severe as the United States,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><em>\u00abL&#8217;ind\u00e9cision ne servirait pas votre cause ce soir.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u25ca \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=_Dq6qahoMCg&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Twilight&#8217;s Last Gleamings<\/a> \u00a0\u2193<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/MBTkk3b7Ofo\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/strong><\/p>\n<address>This piece, written in collaboration with Kells Elvins&#8217; in 1938 commemorates actually\u00a0the first appearance<\/address><address>of <strong>Doctor Benway<\/strong>, which wasn\u2019t published till many years later.\u00a0TWILIGHT&#8217;S LAST GLEAMINGS<\/address><address>This is America, off Jersey coast.<\/address><address><strong>~Ladies and gentlemen, there is no cause for alarm. We had a minor problem in the boiler room, but everything is now under c___<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\">(&#8230; Sound effects of a nuclear blast &#8230;)<\/address><address>Doctor Benway,\u00a0ship&#8217;s doctor, drunkenly added two inches to a four-inch incision with one stroke of his scalpel.<\/address><address><strong>&#8211; \u00a0 Perhaps the appendix is already out, doctor \u00a0<\/strong>&#8211; the nurse said peering dubiously over his shoulder &#8211;<strong> \u00a0I saw a little scar &#8230;\u00a0 The appendix is already out&#8230;<\/strong><\/address><address><strong>&#8211; \u00a0 Ouch, I&#8217;m taking the appendix out. What d&#8217;you think I&#8217;m doing here?<\/strong><\/address><address><strong>&#8211; \u00a0 Perhaps the appendix is on the left side, doctor. That happens sometimes, you know.<\/strong><\/address><address><strong>&#8211; \u00a0 Stop breathing down my neck. I&#8217;m coming to that. Don&#8217;t you think that I know where an appendix is? I studied appendectomy in 1904 at Harvard!<\/strong><\/address><address>He lifts the abdominal wall and searches along the incision, dropping ashes from his cigarette.\u00a0<\/address><address><strong>&#8211; \u00a0 And get me a new scalpel. This one&#8217;s got no edge to it!<\/strong><\/address><address>He thrust a red fist at her. The doctor reels back and flattens against the wall a bloody scalpel clutched in one hand. The patient slide off the operating table, spilling intestines across the floor. Doctor Benway sweeps instruments, cocaine and morphine into his satchel&#8230;<\/address><address><strong>&#8211; \u00a0 Sew her up!\u00a0\u00a0 I can&#8217;t be expected to work under such conditions!<\/strong><\/address><address><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/address><address>By the dawn&#8217;s early light, Doctor Benway pushed through a crowd at the rail and boarded the first lifeboat.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>&#8211; \u00a0 You all right \u00a0<\/strong>&#8211; he said, sitting himself among the women &#8211;<strong> \u00a0I am the doctor.<\/strong><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>:::::: \u00a0 ::::::<a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/53590055\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-6047\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/dr-benway.jpg\" alt=\"dr-benway\" width=\"180\" height=\"180\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/dr-benway.jpg 180w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/dr-benway-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 180px) 100vw, 180px\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u00a4 \u2192\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/53590055\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Dr Benway Operates<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">(NAKED LUNCH)\u2192<\/span><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=k8WFKfgfQjM&amp;index=7&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The lavatory has been locked for three hours solid<\/a>.\u00a0 I think they&#8217;re using it for an operating room&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">NURSE:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <strong><i>\u00abI can&#8217;t find her pulse,\u00a0 doctor.\u00bb<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dr BENWAY:\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<strong><em> \u00abCardiac arrest, god damn it!\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8230;He looks around and picks up one of those rubber vacuum cups at the end of a stick they use to unstop toilets. He fences on the patient.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><i>\u00abMake an incision,\u00a0 doctor Lympf,\u00a0<\/i><i>I&#8217;m gonna massage the heart.\u00bb<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Doctor Lympf shrugs and begins the incision.\u00a0 Doctor Benway washes the suction cup by swishing it around in the toilet bowl.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">NURSE:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <strong><i>\u00abShouldn&#8217;t it be sterilised,\u00a0 doctor?\u00bb<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dr BENWAY:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <i><strong>\u00abVery likely,\u00a0 but there is no time.\u00bb \u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0<\/i>Watching his assistant make the incision, he sits on the suction cup like a cane seat.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><i>\u00abYou,\u00a0 young squirts, couldn&#8217;t lance a pimple without an electric vibrating scalpel with automatic drain and suture&#8230; All the skill is going out in surgery, all the know-how and make do. Did I ever tell you about the time I performed an appendectomy with a rusty sardine can? And once, I was caught short without instrument ONE, and removed an uterine tumor with my teeth. That was in the Upper Effendi and besides the wench is dead.\u201d<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dr LYMPF:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<strong><i>\u00abThe incision is ready,\u00a0 doctor.\u00bb<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Doctor Benway forces the cup into the incision and works it up and down.\u00a0 Blood spurts all over the doctors, the nurse and the wall.\u00a0 The cut makes a horrible sucking sound.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">NURSE:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <i>\u00ab<strong>I think she&#8217;s gone,\u00a0 doctor.\u00bb<\/strong><\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dr BENWAY:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <i><strong>\u00abWell, it&#8217;s all in a day&#8217;s work.\u00bb<\/strong> \u00a0<\/i>He walks across the room to a medicine cabinet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00ab<i>Some fucking drug addict has cut my cocaine with Saniflush.\u00a0 Nurse,\u00a0 send the boy out to fill this RX\u00a0on the double!\u00bb<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/el1Bz7uj5n0?list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dr. Benway is operating in an auditorium filled with students: \u201cNow, boys, you won\u2019t see this operation performed very often and there\u2019s a reason for that\u2026. You see it has absolutely no medical value. No one knows what the purpose of it originally was or if it had a purpose at all. Personally I think it was a pure artistic creation from the beginning.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abJust as a bullfighter with his skill and knowledge extricates himself from danger he has himself invoked, so in this operation the surgeon deliberately endangers his patient, and then, with incredible speed and celerity, rescues him from death at the last possible split second\u2026. Did any of you ever see Dr. Tetrazzini perform? I say perform advisedly because his operations <em>were<\/em> performances. He would start by throwing a scalpel across the room into the patient and then make his entrance like a ballet dancer. His speed was incredible: <em>\u2018I don\u2019t give them time to die,\u2019<\/em> he would say. Tumors put him in a frenzy of rage.<em> \u2018Fucking undisciplined cells!\u2019<\/em> he would snarl, advancing on the tumor like a knife-fighter.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A young man leaps down into the operating theatre and, whipping out a scalpel, advances on the patient.<\/p>\n<p>DR. BENWAY: \u00a0<em>\u201cAn espontaneo! Stop him before he guts my patient!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">(Espontaneo is a bullfighting term for a member of the audience who leaps down into the ring, pulls out a concealed cape and attempts a few passes with the bull before he is dragged out of the ring.)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The orderlies scuffle with the espontaneo, who is finally ejected from the hall. The anesthetist takes advantage of the confusion to pry a large gold filling from the patient\u2019s mouth\u2026.<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u25ca \u00a0<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ipoet.com\/archive\/deadbeat\/burroughs\/lunch.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Bradley the Buyer<\/a> <span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0\u2193\u00a0 [Dead Fingers Talk]<\/span><\/strong><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mabBEY8KoEQ\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Drove all night, came at dawn to a warm, misty place, barking dogs and the sound of running water.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cThomas and Charlie,<\/em>\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cThat\u2019s the name of this town. Sea level. We climb straight up from here ten thousand feet.<\/em>\u201d I took a fix and went to sleep in the back seat. She was a good driver. You can tell as soon as someone touches the wheel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Mexico City where Lupita sits like an Aztec Earth Goddess doling out her little papers of lousy shit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cSelling is more of a habit than using,\u201d<\/em> Lupita says. Non-using pushers have a contact habit, and that\u2019s one you can\u2019t kick. Agents get it too. Take Bradley the Buyer. Best narcotics agent in the industry. Anyone would make him for junk. I mean he can walk up to a pusher and score direct. He is so anonymous, grey and spectral the pusher don\u2019t remember him afterwards. So he twists one after the other.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Well the Buyer comes to look more and more like a junky. He can\u2019t drink. He can\u2019t get it up. His teeth fall out. He is all the time sucking on a candy bar. Babe Ruths he digs special. <em>\u201cIt really disgusts you to see the Buyer sucking on them candy bars so nasty,\u201d<\/em> a cop says.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The Buyer takes on an ominous grey-green color. Fact is his body is making its own junk or equivalent. The Buyer has a steady connection. A Man Within you might say. Or so he thinks. <em>\u201cI\u2019ll just set in my room,\u201d<\/em> he says. <em>\u201cFuck \u2018em all. Squares on both sides. I am the only complete man in the industry.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Buy a yen comes on him like a great black wind through the bones. So the Buyer hunts up a young junky and gives him a paper to make it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cOh all right,\u201d the boy says. \u201cSo what you want to make?\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cI just want to rub up against you and get fixed.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cUgh \u2013 Well all right \u2013 But why cancha just get physical like a human?\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Later the boy is sitting in a Waldorf with two colleagues dunking pound cake. <em>\u201cMost distasteful thing I ever stand still for,\u201d<\/em> he says. <em>\u201cSome way he make himself all soft like a blob of jelly and surround me so nasty. Then he gets wet all over like with green slime. So I guess he come to some kinda awful climax \u2013 I come near wigging with that green stuff all over me, and he stink like an old rotten canteloupe.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cWell it\u2019s still an easy score.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The boy sighed resignedly; <em>\u201cYes, I guess you can get used to anything. I\u2019ve got a meet with him again tomorrow.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The Buyer\u2019s habit keeps getting heavier. He needs a recharge every half hour. Sometimes he cruises the precints and bribes the turnkey to let him in with a cell of junkies. It gets to where no amount of contact will fix him. At this point he receives a summons from the District Supervisor:<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cBradley, your conduct has given rise to rumors \u2013 and I hope for your sake they are no more than that \u2013 so unspeakably distasteful that \u2013 I mean Caesar\u2019s wife \u2013 <\/em>hump<em> \u2013 that is, the Department must be above suspicion \u2013 certainly above such suspicions as you have seemingly aroused. You are lowering the entire tone of the industry. We are prepared to accept your immediate resignation.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The Buyer throws himself on the ground and crawls over to the D.S. \u201c<em>No, Boss Man, no \u2013 The Department is my very lifeline.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">He kisses the District Supervisors\u2019s hand, thrusting the fingers into his mouth (the D.S. must feel his toothless gums) complaining he has lost his teeth \u201cinna thervith\u201d. <em>\u201cPlease Boss Man. I\u2019ll wipe your ass, I\u2019ll wash out your dirty condoms, I\u2019ll polish your shoes with the oil on my nose.\u201c<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cReally, this is most distasteful! Have you no\u00a0 pride? I must tell you I feel a distinct revulsion. I mean there is something, well, rotten about you, and you smell like a compost heap.\u201d<\/em> He put a scented handkerchief in front of his face. <em>\u201cI must ask you to leave this office at once.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cI\u2019ll do anything, Boss, anything.\u201d<\/em> His ravaged green face splits in a horrible smile. <em>\u201cI\u2019m still young, Boss, and I\u2019m pretty strong when I get my blood up.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The D.S. retches into his handkerchief and points to the door with a limp hand. The Buyer stands up looking at the D.S. dreamily. His body begins to dip like a dowser\u2019s wand. He flows forward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cNo! No!\u201d<\/em> screams the D.S.<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-47097\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/DFT.jpg\" alt=\"DFT\" width=\"267\" height=\"267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/DFT.jpg 267w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/DFT-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 267px) 100vw, 267px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cSchlup \u2013 schlup \u2013 schlup.\u201d<\/em> An hour later they find the Buyer on the nod in the D.S.\u2019s chair. The D.S. has disappeared without a trace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The Judge: <em>\u201cEverything indicates that you have, in some unspeakable manner uh \u2013 assimilated the District Supervisor. Unfortunately there is no proof. I would recommend that you be confined or more accurately contained in some institution, but I know of no place suitable for a man of your caliber. I must reluctantly order your release.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cThat one should stand in an aquarium,\u201d<\/em> says the arresting officer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The Buyer spreads terror throughout the industry. Junkies and agents disappear. Like a vampire bat he gives off a narcotic effluvium, a dank green mist that anaesthesizes his victims and renders them helpless in his enveloping presence. And once he has scored he holes up for several days like a gorged boa constrictor. Finally he is caught in the act of digesting the Narcotics Commissioner and destroyed with a flame thrower \u2013 the court of inquire ruling that such means were justified in that the Buyer had lost his human citizenship and was, in consequence, a creature without species and a menace to the narcotics industry on all levels.<\/span><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u25ca\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=KpxUxeJBZII\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;The Heat Closing In&#8217;<\/a> \u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0[<a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.es\/books?id=DtEq8h1F3yEC&amp;pg=PA149&amp;lpg=PA149&amp;dq=The+Heat+Closing+In+by+William+S.+Burroughs&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=wus57IOiAT&amp;sig=U6KXXdtHA-p9kWpqKz6bdBkpp60&amp;hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;redir_esc=y#v=onepage&amp;q=The%20Heat%20Closing%20In%20by%20William%20S.%20Burroughs&amp;f=false\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Naked Lunch<\/a>]<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">My first reading is from Naked Lunch, a section it was first published here in the University of Chicago in 1959, and this led to the publication of the Olympia edition in Paris&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/QOj5ajNtayo?list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>I can feel the heat closing in<\/strong>, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train..Young, good looking, crew cut, Ivy League, advertising exec type fruit holds the door back for me. I am evidently his idea of a character. You know the type: comes on with bartenders and cab drivers, talking about right hooks and the Dodgers, calls the counterman in Nedick&#8217;s by his first name. A real asshole. And right on time this narcotics dick in a white trench coat (imagine tailing somebody in a white trench coat. Trying to pass as a fag I guess) hit the platform. I can hear the way he would say it holding my outfit in his left hand, right hand on his piece: \u00abI think you dropped something, fella.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">But the subway is moving.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abSo long flatfoot!\u00bb I yell, giving the fruit his B production. I look into the fruit&#8217;s eyes, take in the white teeth, the Florida tan, the two hundred dollar sharkskin suit, the button-down Brooks Brothers shirt and carrying <em>The News<\/em> as a prop. \u00abOnly thing I read is Little Abner.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A square wants to come on hip&#8230;Talks about \u00abpod,\u00bb and smoke it now and then, and keeps some around to offer the fast Hollywood types.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abThanks, kid,\u00bb I say, \u00abI can see you&#8217;re one of our own.\u00bb His face lights up like a pinball machine, with stupid, pink affect.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abGrassed on me he did,\u00bb I said morosely. (Note: Grass is English thief slang for inform.) I drew closer and laid my dirty junky fingers on his sharkskin sleeve. \u00abAnd us blood brothers in the same dirty needle. I can tell you in confidence he is due for a hot shot.\u00bb (Note: This is a cap of poison junk sold to addict for liquidation purposes. Often given to informers. Usually the hot shot is strychnine since it tastes and looks like junk.) \u00abEver see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don&#8217;t if the shot is right. That&#8217;s the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit\u2014Kid, it was tasty&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abRecollect when I am traveling with the Vigilante, best Shake Man in the industry. Out in Chi&#8230;We is working the fags in Lincoln Park. So one night the Vigilante turns up for work in cowboy boots and a black vest with a hunka tin on it and a lariat slung over his shoulder.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abSo I say: &#8216;What&#8217;s with you? You wig already?&#8217;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abHe just looks at me and says: &#8216;Fill your hand stranger&#8217; and hauls out an old rusty six shooter and I take off across Lincoln Park, bullets cutting all around me. And he hangs three fags before the fuzz nail him. I mean the Vigilante earned his moniker&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And the fruit is thinking: \u00abWhat a character!! Wait till I tell the boys in Clark&#8217;s about this one.\u00bb He&#8217;s a character collector, would stand still for Joe Gould&#8217;s seagull act. So I put it on him for a sawski and make a meet to sell him some \u00abpod\u00bb as he calls it, thinking, \u00abI&#8217;ll catnip* the jerk.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">(* Catnip smells like marijuana when it burns. Frequently passed on the incautious or uninstructed.)<\/p>\n<p>\u00abWell,\u00bb I said, tapping my arm, \u00abduty calls. As one judge said to another: &#8216;Be just and if you can&#8217;t be just, be arbitrary.'\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I cut into the Automat and there is Bill Gains huddled in someone else&#8217;s overcoat looking like a 1910 banker with paresis, and Old Bart, shabby and inconspicuous, dunking pound cake with his dirty fingers, shiny over the dirt.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I had some uptown customers Bill took care of, and Bart knew a few old relics from hop smoking times, spectral janitors, grey as ashes, phantom porters sweeping out dusty halls with a slow old man&#8217;s hand, coughing and spitting in the junk-sick dawn, retired asthmatic fences in theatrical hotels, Pantopon Rose the old madam from Peoria, stoical Chinese waiters never show sickness. Bart sought them out with his old junky walk, patient, cautious and slow, dropped into their bloodless hands a few hours of warmth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I made the round with him once for kicks. You know how old people lose all shame about eating, and it makes you puke to watch them? Old junkies are the same about junk. They gibber and squeal at the sight of it. The spit hangs off their chin, and their stomach rumbles and all their guts grind in peristalsis while they cook up, dissolving the body&#8217;s decent skin, you expect any moment a great blob of protoplasm will flop right out and surround the junk. Really disgust you to see it.<\/p>\n<p>\u00abWell, my boys will be like that one day,\u00bb I thought. \u00abIsn&#8217;t life peculiar?\u00bb<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u25ca \u00a0&#8216;From Here To Eternity&#8217; \u00a0 \u21d3 \u00a0 [Exterminator]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/m_P7GrI24mQ?list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Mildred Pierce reporting:<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993300;\"> I was there. I saw it. I saw women thrown down on Fifth Avenue and raped in their mink coats by blacks and whites and yellows while street urchins stripped the rings from their fingers. A young officer stood nearby. <em>\u201cAren\u2019t you going to do something?\u201d<\/em> I demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">He looked at me and yawned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">I found Colonel Bradshaw bivouacking at the Ritz. I told him bluntly what was going on. His eyes glinted shamelessly as he said, <em>\u201cWell you have to take a broad general view of things.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">And that\u2019s what I have been doing. Taking a broad general view of American troops raping and murdering helpless civilians while American officers stand around and yawn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u201cBeen at it a long time, lady. It\u2019s the old army game from here to eternity.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">This license was dictated by considerations taken into account by prudent commanders throughout history. It pays to pay the boys off. Even the noble Brutus did it\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Points with his left hand in catatonic limestone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><em>\u201cThe town is yours soldiers brave.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Tacitus describes a typical scene\u2026 \u201cIf a woman or a good looking boy fell into their hands they were torn to pieces in the struggle for possession and the survivors were left to cut each others\u2019 throats.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u00abMother loving American Army run by old women, many of them religious, my God; hanging Amercian soldiers for raping and murdering civilians\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Old Sarge bellows from here to eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><em>\u201cWHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL ARE CIVILIANS FOR?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><em>SOLDIERS\u2019 PAY.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">The CO stands there and smiles. Just ahead is a middle-western town on a river, thirty thousand civilians. The CO points:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><em>\u00abIt&#8217;s all yours boys. Every man woman and child. God is nigh.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><em>\u00abLET&#8217;S GET US SOME CIVVIES.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u00abNow just a minute boys, listen to Old Sarge. Why make the usual stupid scene kicking in liquor stores grabbing anything in sight? You wake up hungover in an alley your prick sore from fucking dry cunts and assholes your eye gouged out by a broken beer bottle you and your asshole buddy wanted the same piece of ass. No fun in that. Why not leave it like this? They go about their daily routine business as usual schools all open . . .\u00a0You see what I mean. We did take what we want\u00a0when we wanted &#8230; Cool and steady and easy and make them like it\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">The young lieutenant from camouflage sees what he means . . . BOYS . . . swimming pools and locker rooms full of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><em>\u00abGetting it steady year after year. Now that&#8217;s what I call PAY.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Precarious governments march in anywhere and take over . . . war lords . . . city states fortified against foraging crowds from starving cities . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u25ca \u00a0<a style=\"color: #003300;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=U9W3Xcm2kdI&amp;index=17&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Do-Rights<\/a> \u00a0\u2193<\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=zCXMXZA-0eE\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-50593\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/The-DoRights.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/The-DoRights.png 225w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/The-DoRights-150x150.png 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">This folkloric text from the Lexington\u00a0narcotic hospital\u00a0was actually inspired by the words of Jubinol, the ancient Roman satirist, referring to great parasites and sycophants &#8211; All our soul sciences are fasting with \u00a0[ ? ] betting they go to hell &#8211; the hell they go.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00abIf you ever say you&#8217;re warm, he breaks into a sweat. If you complain of a draft, he screams for his overcoat.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong><a style=\"color: #003300;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=dPenxSzpNDw\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">THE DO-RIGHTS<\/a>\u00a0\u2190<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">There is an exclusive wing of Lexington reserved for the do-rights, who are considered good rehabilitation prospects. They get better runs and more medication.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Now, the do-right always shows up with letters from his employer, banker, congressman, pictures himself as an eagle scout shaking hands with the priest on graduation day You know the type, falls all over himself to light the boss&#8217;s cigarette.\u00a0The doctor walks into the ward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>&#8211; It&#8217;s rather warm in here.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">As one man, the do-right breaks into a sweat and rushes out opening windows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>&#8211; A bit cold in here, isn&#8217;t it?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Immediately the do-rights snatch blankets and bundle themselves up to a course of shattering teeth. Front office brown-nosed pink to the bone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>&#8211; Doctor, when I die I want to be buried right in the same coffin with you. You&#8217;re the finest, most deepen, most decent, most deeply humane man I have ever known.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>&#8211; I&#8217;ll put you down for additional medication, eon.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>&#8211; Thank you doctor, pushers should receive the death penalty.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0(for the do-rights, me . . . \u00a0Get there firstest, with the brownest nose)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">While down in the dim wards in gray rooms, where the do-wrongs fuck and spit and shiver and vomit . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>&#8211; Fucking croaker, wouldn&#8217;t give me a goofball. Ask me what the American flag means to me, and I&#8217;ll tell them: \u00abSoak it in heroine, doc, and I&#8217;ll suck it.\u00bb He says I got the wrong attitude; I should see the chap and get straight with Jesus.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">And then, with their tears streaming down their lousy pink faces, the do-rights slip up as one man and bellow out the <strong>Stars Spangle Banner.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a4 \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=wwz_-rIVY2Q\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">William S. Burroughs: \u00a0Commisioner of Sewers<\/a> \u21901991<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">\u2022\u00a0 Uranian Willy \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[The Soft Machine]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><a style=\"color: #808000;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Y4ehjSvheMk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-37982\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/U_W.jpg\" alt=\"U_W\" width=\"283\" height=\"283\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/U_W.jpg 283w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/U_W-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 283px) 100vw, 283px\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>Uranian Willy<\/strong> the heavy metal Kid, also known as Willy the Rat &#8211; He wised up the marks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><i>\u00abThis is war to extermination &#8211; Fight cell by cell through bodies and mind screens of the earth &#8211;\u00a0 Souls rotten from the Orgasm Drug &#8211; Flesh shuddering from the Ovens &#8211; Prisoners of the earth, come out &#8211; Storm the studio . . .\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">Burned metal smell of interplanetary war in the raw noon streets swept by screaming glass blizzards of enemy flak.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><b><i>Shift linguals &#8211; Free doorways &#8211; Cut wordlines &#8211;\u00a0 Photo falling &#8211; Word falling &#8211; Break through in Grey Room &#8211; Towers open fire &#8211; Partisans of all nations, open fire &#8211; Towers, open fire \u2013 Kill\u2026 Blast\u2026 Pound\u2026 Stab\u2026 Kill\u2026\u00bb<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><i>\u00abPilot K9, you are cut off &#8211; Back &#8211; Back &#8211; Back before the whole fucking shithouse goes up &#8211; Return to base immediately &#8211; Ride music beam back to base &#8211; Stay out of that time flak &#8211; All pilots ride Pan Pipes back to base.\u00bb<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">The technicians made a bicarbonate of soda surveying the havoc on his viewscreen. It was impossible to estimate the damage \u2013 Anything put out up till now is like pulling a figure out of the air \u2013 Enemy installation shattered &#8211; Personnel decimated &#8211; Board books taken \u2013 Electric waves of resistance sweeping through mind screens of the earth \u2013 The message of total resistance on short wave of the world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><i>\u00abThis is war to extermination &#8211; Shift linguals \u2013 Cut word lines &#8211; Vibrate tourists &#8211; Free doorways \u2013 Photo falling &#8211; Word falling &#8211; Break through in Grey Room &#8211; Calling partisans of all nations \u2013 Towers, open fire.\u00bb<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u25ca \u00a0Where You Belong \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[The Soft Machine]<\/span><\/h6>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">This is from \u00abThe Soft Machine\u00bb; it&#8217;s called \u00abWhere You Belong\u00bb<\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=1vY0Z1Ja27I\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-50594\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WhereYouBelong.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"313\" height=\"176\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WhereYouBelong.jpg 1280w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WhereYouBelong-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WhereYouBelong-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WhereYouBelong-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WhereYouBelong-150x84.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WhereYouBelong-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 313px) 100vw, 313px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">My trouble began when they decided I was executive timber &#8211; It starts like this: a big blond driller from Dallas picks me out of the labor pool to be his houseboy in a prefabricated air-conditioned bungalow. He comes on rugged, but as soon as\u00a0we strip down to the ball park \u00a0over to his\u00a0stomach, kicking white horse and screams out part the shit out of me. I give him my slow pimp scowl and in solid.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">When his friend comes down from New York the driller says &#8216;<em>This is the boy I was telling you about&#8217;<\/em> &#8211; And Friend looks me over chewing his cigar and says: <em>&#8216;What are you doing over there with the apes? Why don&#8217;t you come over here with the Board where you belong?&#8217;<\/em> And he slips me a long slimy look.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">Friend works for the Trak News Agency &#8211; <strong><em>&#8216;We don&#8217;t report the news &#8211; We write it.&#8217;<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">And next thing I know they have strapped a grey flannel suit on me and I am sent to this school in Washington to learn how this writing the news before it happens is done &#8211; I sus it is the Mayan caper with an IBM machine and I don&#8217;t want to be caught short in a grey flannel suit when the lid blows off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">So the District Supervisor calls me in and puts the old white schmaltz down on me:<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>&#8216;Now kid what are you doing over there with the niggers and the apes? Why don&#8217;t you straighten out and act like a white man? \u2013 After all they\u2019re only human cattle\u00a0\u00a0 &#8211;\u00a0 You know that yourself\u00a0 \u2013 \u00a0I hate to see a bright young man fuck up and get off on the wrong track\u00a0 \u2013\u00a0 Sure it happens to all of us one time or another\u00a0 \u2013\u00a0 Why the man who went on to invent Shitola was sitting right where you\u2019re sitting now twenty-five years ago and I was saying the same things to him\u00a0 &#8211;\u00a0 Well, <strong>he<\/strong> straightened out the way you\u2019re going to straighten out now.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">Yes sir, that Shitola combined with an ape diet; all we have to do is press the button and a hundred million more or less gooks flush out in the grinding green\u00a0cancer piss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>\u00abThat&#8217;s BIG, isn&#8217;t it? And any man with white blood in him wants to be part of something big.\u00a0You can&#8217;t deny your blood kid\u00a0 &#8211;\u00a0 You&#8217;re\u00a0<strong>white white white\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0&#8211; And you can&#8217;t walk out on Trak\u00a0 &#8211;\u00a0 There&#8217;s just no place to go.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">Most distasteful thing I ever stood still for &#8211; So I walk out and the lid blew off.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=WLV9A0bNzu8&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv&amp;index=49\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Just Say &#8216;NO&#8217; to Drug Hysteria<\/a> \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0(excerpt)<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/hNicJL9X5II\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Then along came Ronnie and Nancy, hand in hand, to tell us nobody has the right to mind his own business:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><i>\u00abIndifference is not an option. Only outspoken insistence that drug use will not be tolerated.\u00bb<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Everyone is obligated to become hysterical at the mere thoughts of drug use, just as office workers in 1934\u00a0were obligated to scream curses, like Pavlov&#8217;s frothing dogs, when the enemy leader appeared on screen. And they&#8217;d better scream loud and scream ugly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I remember during the Mighty Belt flap, Eyewitness News was going around, prowling the streets, you know, sticking mikes in people&#8217;s faces. One horrible biddy stated:\u00a0<i>\u00abWell, I think making the money they do, they should serve as an example.\u00bb\u00a0<\/i><strong><i>She<\/i><\/strong>\u00a0gets plenty of mike time.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And here\u2019s a black cat working on some underground cables, straightens up and says, <i>\u00abI think if someone uses drugs, it&#8217;s his own bus&#8212;\u00bb \u00a0<\/i>He didn&#8217;t even get the word out. <b>Freedom of the press to select what they want to hear, and call it the voice of the people.<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Urine tests!<\/strong> Our pioneer ancestors would piss in their graves at the thought of urine tests to decide whether a man is competent to do his job.\u00a0<i>The measure of competence is performance.<\/i>\u00a0When told that General Grant had a drinking problem, Lincoln said: <i>\u00abFind out what brand of whiskey he drinks, and distribute it to my other generals.\u00bb<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Doctor Halsted, one of the great American surgeons who introduced antiseptic procedures at a time when surgeons, far from donning rubber gloves, did not even wash their hands, and the death rate from post-operative infections ran up to 80 percent.\u00a0He was a life-long morphine addict. But he could still hack it and hack it good, and he lost no patients because of his personal habit. In those \u00abgood old days,\u00bb a man\u2019s personal habits were\u00a0<i>personal<\/i>\u00a0and\u00a0<i>private<\/i>. Now even a citizen\u2019s blood and urine are subject to arbitrary seizure and search.\u00a0Why, the world&#8217;s greatest detective could not have survived a urine test. <i>\u00abWhich is it this time, Holmes, cocaine or morphine?\u00bb<\/i> Watson asks\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It\u2019s rather disquieting to speculate what may lurk behind this colossal red herring of the War Against Drugs &#8211; a war neither likely to, nor designed to succeed. One thing is obvious: <b>old, clean money and new, dirty money are shaking hands under the table. And the old tried-and-failed police approach will continue and escalate.<\/b><strong> In politics, if something doesn\u2019t work, that is the best reason to go on doing it. If something looks like it might work, stay well away. <\/strong>Things like that could make waves, and the boys at the top, they don\u2019t like waves \u00a0\u00a0<strong>\u2248 \u00a0<strong>\u2248 \u00a0<\/strong><\/strong><strong>\u2248<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\">\u2666 \u00a0The President \u00a0\u21d3<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/-GVnRclluhk?list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">The President, with his toadies and familiars, is now five hundred feet down in solid rock<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">with enough fine foods,\u00a0wines, liqueurs, hash, coke and heroin to last a hundred years,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">and the longevity drugs to enjoy&#8230;\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"color: #008000;\">(Held off the market, in the interests of national security)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">The President appears on national TV, with his well-cut suit hanging loose on his skinny frame,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">to pipe\u00a0out in adolescent treble, alternately pompous and cracking:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em>\u00abWe categorically deny that there are any<\/em> (crack)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em>so-called Fountain-of-Youth drugs, procedures or treatments that are being held back from the American people<\/em> (crack).\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">He flashes a boyish smile and runs a comb through his unruly abundant hair.<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=8m5ULpmkRrg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-48242\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/william-s-burroughs.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"283\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em>\u00abAnd I categorically dismiss as without foundation\u00a0<\/em><\/span><em style=\"color: #008000; line-height: 1.5;\">rumors that I myself, the First Lady, my fag son and<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em> my colleagues in the Cabinet are sustaining ourselves on <\/em><\/span><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em>state-of-the-art vampiric technology, <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em>drawing off from\u00a0<\/em><\/span><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em>the American pimples <\/em> (crack &#8211; \u00a0giggle) <em>so-called &#8216;energy units&#8217;!\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">His hair stands up and crackles, and he gives the American people the finger:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em>\u00abI got <strong>mine<\/strong>, fuck <strong>you<\/strong>! Every crumb for himself.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"mw-content-text\" dir=\"ltr\" lang=\"en\">\n<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2022\u2192 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=8m5ULpmkRrg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Why I Stopped Wanting to be President&#8217;<\/a> \u21d2<\/h5>\n<p>This piece was written for Harper&#8217;s magazine in a reply to the question: <em>&#8216;When did you stop wanting to be President?&#8217;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>When did I stop wanting to be President? At birth certainly, and perhaps before . . .<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">&#8216;Sharkey&#8217;s Night&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[w\/ Laurie Anderson]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0u2yA2Wrtvg\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Sun&#8217;s going down. Like a big bald head.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>Disappearing behind the boulevard. <\/strong>(Oooeee.)<strong> It&#8217;s Sharkey&#8217;s night.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>Yeah. It&#8217;s Sharkey&#8217;s night tonight. And the manager says: Sharkey?<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>He&#8217;s not at his desk right now. <\/strong>(Oh yeah.)<strong> Could I take a message?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And Sharkey says: Hey, kemosabe! Long time no see.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>He says: Hey sport. You connect the dots. You pick up the pieces.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>He says: You know, I can see two tiny pictures of myself<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>And there&#8217;s one in each of you eyes. And they&#8217;re doin&#8217; everything I do.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>Every time I light a cigarette, they light up theirs.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>I take a drink and I look in and they&#8217;re drinkin&#8217; too.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>It&#8217;s drivin&#8217; me crazy. It&#8217;s drivin&#8217; me nuts.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And Sharkey says: Deep in the heart of darkest America.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>Home of the brave. He says: Listen to my heart beat.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> <strong>Paging Mr. Sharkey. White courtesy telephone please.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=uAwutJtSRCs\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Tio Mate Smiles [\u00abThe Wild Boys\u00bb]<\/a><\/h6>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u25ca \u00a0William Burroughs&#8217; Thanksgiving Prayer \u00a0\u2193<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Thanksgiving Day, Nov 28,1986 first appeared in the chapbook Tornado Alley, with illustrations by <strong>S. Clay Wilson<\/strong>. <strong>Gus Van Sant<\/strong> then made a short film of Burroughs reading the text. The poem resonates today as exposing what has gone horribly wrong in the USA, or maybe what has always been wrong.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/s4nSxArk9g8\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address>Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 28, 1986 &#8211; William S. Burroughs<br \/>For John Dillinger &#8211; In hope he is still alive<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, <\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes <\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, <\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>thanks for Kill a Queer for Christ stickers <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for laboratory AIDS <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for a nation of finks \u2014 yes,<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>thanks for all the memories all right, lets see your arms <\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>you always were a headache and you always were a bore <\/strong><br \/><strong>thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.<\/strong><\/address>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0<\/div>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u2666\u00a0 \u00a0A New Standard by which to Measure Infamy \u00a0\u2193<\/span><\/h5>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/cSAIKtJPU5Q\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>\u00abSomewhere in the shadow of the Titanic disaster \u2014still living by the inexplicable grace of God\u2014 slinks a cur in human shape, to-day the most despicable human being in all the world. In that grim midnight hour, already great in history, he found himself hemmed in by the band of heroes whose watchword and countersign rang out across the deep \u00a0\u2014 <em>\u00abWomen and children first!\u00bb\u2028<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>What did he do? \u2028He scuttled to the stateroom deck, put on a woman&#8217;s skirt, a woman&#8217;s hat and a woman&#8217;s veil, and picking his crafty way back among the brave and chivalric men who guarded the rail of the doomed ship, he filched a seat in one of the lifeboats and saved his skin. His identity is not yet known, though it will be in good time. So foul an act as that will out like murder. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>This man still lives. Surely he was born and saved to set for men a new standard by which to measure infamy and shame.\u00bb<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u2022 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022<\/span><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u03a6\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/play.spotify.com\/user\/erhys\/playlist\/6JnQ8perfL4LPbQHE8rN5A?play=true&amp;utm_source=open.spotify.com&amp;utm_medium=open\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Scandal at the Jungle Hiltons<\/a> \u00a0 \u21d3 \u00a0 [<strong>&#8216;Dead City Radio&#8217;_<\/strong>1990]<\/span><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><br \/><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/VIUOP6UePoE\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">He can see it already. The jungle Hiltons. . .\u00a0 \u00abWhen Orchids Bloom in the Moonlight\u00bb on the Muzak. . . the bar, with orchids and a tank against one wall full of piranha fish.\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">The management throws in live goldfish and pieces of raw meat. It&#8217;s quite an attraction. The motels and souvenir shops and hamburger joints, drunken Indians, polluted rivers,\u00a0 the gritty bite of diesel fumes.\u00a0 In front of the Manaos Opera House, tourists posing with a boa constrictor.<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">Terrible scandal:\u00a0 a big pop star,\u00a0 in a jealous rage fueled by cocaine,\u00a0 grabbed his girlfriend&#8217;s Yorkshire terrier and threw\u00a0it into the piranha tank.\u00a0 As the piranhas attacked the floundering dog,\u00a0 the hysterical starlet threw a heavy bronze ashtray which shattered the tank,\u00a0 spilling snapping fish and bloody water across the patrons as the disemboweled,\u00a0 screaming dog dragged its intestines across the floor.\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">Quite a scene it was,\u00a0 and of course there were plenty of cameras to freeze-dry this edifying spectacle for posterity and export.\u00a0 It&#8217;s the little touches that make a future solid enough to be destroyed.<\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <strong>[The Western Lands]<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a4\u00a0 \u2192 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=3rc3c2QVzU0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Ah Pook, the Destroyer <\/a> \u21d0 [1990]<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>[\u00ab<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=5Pn79iNS-Js\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Dead City Radio<\/a><\/strong>\u00ab] &#8211;\u00a0W S Burroughs<\/strong> invokes various Mayan Gods to the music of <strong>John Cale<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8216;When I die I become Death &#8211; Death is the seed from which I grow\u2026&#8217;<\/em><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=1vY0Z1Ja27I\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-6134\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/ah-pook-aztek.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"319\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/ah-pook-aztek.gif 252w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/ah-pook-aztek-211x300.gif 211w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/ah-pook-aztek-105x150.gif 105w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=0zXUxJUIU8w\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Ah Pook The Destroyer<\/a><em>\/<\/em>Brion Gysin\u2019s All-Purpose Bedtime Story<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Itzamna<\/strong>, Spirit of Early Mists and Showers.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Ix Tab<\/strong>,\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess of Ropes and Snares.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Ix Chel<\/strong>, the Spider-Web-that-Catches~the-Dew-of-Morning<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Zuhuy Kak<\/strong>,\u00a0 Virgin Fire,\u00a0 Patroness of Infants.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Ah Dziz<\/strong>,\u00a0 the Master of Cold.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Kak U Pacat<\/strong>, who works in Fire.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Ix Tadoom<\/strong>, she who spits out precious stones.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Hex Chun Chan<\/strong>, the Dangerous One.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Ah Pook<\/strong>,\u00a0 the Destroyer.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: justify;\">. \u00a0. \u00a0. \u00a0Hiroshima 1945, August 6. Sixteen minutes past 8 am.<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<strong>\u2022<\/strong> \u00a0\u00a0<strong>Who really gave that order?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">ANSWER:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <em>\u00a0 <strong>Control. The ugly American. The instrument of control.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">QUESTION: \u00a0 \u00a0<strong>\u00a0\u00a0<em>If control&#8217;s control is absolute, why does control need to control?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">ANSWER: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<strong><em>Control needs time.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">QUESTION: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<strong><em>Is control controlled by its need to control?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">ANSWER: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<strong><em>Yes.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>\u00a0<strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2022 \u00a0 Why does control need humans, as you call them?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\" align=\"left\"><strong><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022 \u00a0 Wait &#8211; Wait &#8211; Time &#8211; A landing field. Death needs time like a junky needs junk.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\" align=\"left\"><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022 \u00a0 And what does Death need time for?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\" align=\"left\"><strong><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2022 \u00a0The answer is so simple.\u00a0 Death needs time for what it kills to grow in,\u00a0<\/em><em>for Ah Pook&#8217;s sake.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2022 \u00a0Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook&#8217;s sweet sake,\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><strong><em>you stupid\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><strong><em>vulgar greedy ugly American death sucker. Death needs time\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><strong><em>for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook&#8217;s sweet sake.\u00a0 You stupid vulgar<\/em><em>\u00a0<\/em><em>greedy ugly American death sucker. \u00a0Like this.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Brion Gysin had the All-Purpose Nuclear Bedtime Story.\u00a0 The\u00a0<strong>All-Purpose Bedtime Story<\/strong> in fact.\u00a0Some trillions of years ago\u00a0a slappy dirty giant flicked grease from his fingers.\u00a0One of those\u00a0gobs of grease is our universe on its way to the floor.<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\" align=\"left\"><strong>Splat!<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-6167\" title=\"Ah P\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/Ah-P.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"367\" height=\"275\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/Ah-P.jpg 367w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/Ah-P-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/Ah-P-150x112.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 367px) 100vw, 367px\" \/><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt watch-title-container\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title \" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Apocalypse\">\u2207 \u00a0&#8216;Apocalypse&#8217; \u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0[NBC Symphony Orchestra]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/bubCpbx-DHk\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>Mariners sailing close to the shores of Tuscany heard a voice cry out from the hills, the trees and the sky: \u00abThe Great God Pan is dead!\u00bb<\/em> Pan, God of Panic: the sudden awareness that everything is alive and significant. The date was December 25, 1 A.D. <b>But Pan lives on in the realm of the imagination, in writing and painting and music<\/b>. Look at Van Gogh&#8217;s sunflowers, writhing with portentous life; listen to the Pipes of Pan in Joujouka. Now Pan is neutralized framed in museums, entombed in books, relegated to folklore.<br \/>But art is spilling out of its frames into subway graffiti. Will it stop there? Consider an apocalyptic statement: <em>&#8216;Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.&#8217;<\/em>\u00a0&#8211; Hassan i Sabbah. Not to be interpreted as an invitation to all manner of restrained and destructive behavior; that would be a minor episode, which would run its course. Everything is permitted <em>because<\/em> nothing is true. It is all make-believe, illusion, dream&#8230; ART. When art leaves the frame and the written word leaves the page &#8211; not merely the physical frame and page, but the frames and pages of assigned categories &#8211; a basic disruption of reality itself occurs: the literal realization of art.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Success will write APOCALYPSE across the sky. The artist aims for a miracle. The painter wills his picture to move off the canvas with a separate life, movement outside of the picture, and one rent in the fabric is all it takes for pandemonium to sluice through.<br \/>Last act, the End, this is where we all came in. The final Apocalypse is when every man sees what he sees, feels what he feels, and hears what he hears. The creatures of all your dreams and nightmares are right here, right now, solid as they ever were or ever will be, electric vitality of careening subways faster faster faster stations flash by in a blur.<\/p>\n<p>Pan God of Panic, whips screaming crowds, as millions of faces look up at the torn sky:<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-47063\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/apoc.jpg\" alt=\"apoc\" width=\"227\" height=\"227\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/apoc.jpg 227w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/apoc-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>OFF THE TRACK! OFF THE TRACK!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening into space, spilling cities and mountains and seas into the Void, spinning faster and faster as days and nights flash by like subway stations. Iron penis chimneys ejaculate blue sparks in a reek of ozone, tunnels crunch down teeth of concrete and steel, flattening cars like beer cans. Graffiti eats through glass and steel like acid, races across the sky in tornados of flaming colors.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cherry-pickers with satin brushes big as a door inch through Wall Street, leaving a vast souvenir postcard of the Grand Canyon. Water trucks slosh out paint, outlaw painters armed with paint pistols paint everything and everyone in reach. Survival Artists, paint cans strapped to their backs, grenades at their belts, paint anything and anybody within range. Skywriters, dogfight, collide and explode in paint. Telephone poles dance electric jigs in swirling crackling wires. Neon explosions and tornados flash through ruined cities, volcanoes spew molten colors as the earth&#8217;s crust buckles and splinters into jigsaw pieces.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The household appliances revolt: washing machines snatch clothes from the guests, bellowing Hoovers suck off makeup and wigs and false teeth, electric toothbrushes leap into screaming mouths, clothes dryers turn gardens into dust bowls, garden tools whiz through lawn parties, impaling the guests, who are hacked to fertilizer by industrious Japanese hatchets. Loathsome, misshapen, bulbous plants spring from their bones, covering golf courses, swimming pools, country clubs and tasteful dwellings.<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.konbini.com\/us\/inspiration\/keith-harings-apocalyptic-visions-of-heaven-and-hell\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-47064\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/apocalypse.jpg\" alt=\"apocalypse\" width=\"255\" height=\"248\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/apocalypse.jpg 255w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/apocalypse-150x146.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 255px) 100vw, 255px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">At my back &#8211; faster and faster &#8211; I always hear &#8216;Hurry up &#8211; energy ground down into &#8211; please it&#8217;s time closing&#8217; &#8211; sidewalks and street by billions of feet and tires erupt from manholes and tunnels break out with volcanic force let it come down careening subways faster and faster stations blur by, Pan whips screaming crowds with flaming pipes millions of faces look up at the torn sky \u00a0OFF THE TRACK &#8211; OFF THE TRACK the planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening off into space spilling cities and mountains and seas into the Void faster and faster.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Skyscrapers scrape rents of blue and white paint from the sky, the rivers swirl with color, nitrous ochres and reds eat through the bridges, falling into the rivers, splashing colors across warehouses and piers and roads and buildings, AMOK art floods inorganic molds, stirring passions and metal and glass, steel girders writhing in mineral lusts burst form their concrete covers, wall of glass melt and burn with madness in a billion crazed eyes, bridges buck cars and trucks into the rivers, the sidewalks run ahead faster and faster, energy ground down into sidewalks and streets by billions of feet and tires erupts from manholes and tunnels, breaks out with volcanic force:<br \/>LET IT COME DOWN<br \/>Caught in New York beneath the animals of the village, the Piper pulled down the sky.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/app.box.com\/shared\/32vii6x64f\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-47098\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/4horseM.jpg\" alt=\"4horseM\" width=\"402\" height=\"163\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/4horseM.jpg 353w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/4horseM-300x122.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/4horseM-150x61.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 402px) 100vw, 402px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u2666\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/rr.www.cistron.nl\/his\/nothing.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Last Words of Hassan Sabbah<\/a>\u00a0\u2193 [read]<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/K5LHom219cU\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ba18JYd8XLo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-47067\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/NovaExpress.jpg\" alt=\"NovaExpress\" width=\"223\" height=\"346\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/NovaExpress.jpg 223w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/NovaExpress-193x300.jpg 193w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/NovaExpress-97x150.jpg 97w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 223px) 100vw, 223px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>\u25ca \u00a0 &#8216;One God Universe&#8217; \u2193 [\u00a0Spare Ass Annie _ 1993]<\/strong><\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AcJ_yITF9so\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Consider the impasse of a one God universe.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> He is all-knowing and all-powerful.\u00a0He can&#8217;t go anywhere since He is already everywhere.\u00a0He can&#8217;t do anything since the act of doing presupposes opposition.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> His universe is irrevocably thermodynamic having no friction by definition. So, He has to create friction: War, Fear, Sickness, Death &#8230;\u00a0To keep his dying show on the road.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Sooner or later,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> <em>\u00abLook boss we don&#8217;t have enough energy left to fry an elderly woman in a flea bag hotel bar.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> <em>\u00abWell, we&#8217;ll have to start faking it.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Joe looks after him sourly and mixes a bicarbonated soda.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> <em>\u00abSure, start faking it. Sure, and leave the details to Joe.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Now look, from a real disaster you get a pig of energy: Sacrifice, Heroism, Grief, Separation, Fear and Violent Death, and remember one violent death yields more energy than a cancer ward.\u00a0So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> But the first one&#8217;s a fake, you can&#8217;t underwrite a shithouse!<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> Trying to explain to God Almighty where His one God universe is going.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> The asshole doesn&#8217;t know what buttons to push or what happens when you push them! Abandon ship, god damn it! Every man for himself!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Recollect Pope John XXIII saying, <em>\u00abLike a little soldier, I stand at attention in the presence of my captains.\u00bb<\/em> The old army game from here to eternity: <em>Get there firstest with the brownest nose.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u2207\u00a0 Quick Fix\u00a0 \u21d3<\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=DXGEeohrfmA\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-50595\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Just-One-Fix.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"320\" height=\"320\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Just-One-Fix.jpg 600w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Just-One-Fix-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Just-One-Fix-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Just-One-Fix-400x400.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 320px) 100vw, 320px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">To put the country simple, earth has a lot of things other folks might\u00a0want&#8230;like the whole planet. And maybe these folks would like a few changes made. Like more carbon Dioxide in the atmosphere, and room for their way of life. We&#8217;ve seen this happen before, right in these United States.Your way of life destroyed the Indian&#8217;s way of life.\u00a0The Indian reservation is extinction.\u00a0But I offer this distinction. I&#8217;m with the invaders, no use trying to hide\u00a0that. And at the same, I disagree with some of the things they are doing.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Oh we\u2019re not united anymore than you are &#8230; Oh we&#8217;re not united anymore than you are.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Conservative factions is set on nuclear war as a solution to the Indian\u00a0personality.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Others disagree \u00a0&#8230; \u00a0Others disagree<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I don&#8217;t claim that my methods are one hundred percent humane, but I do say,\u00a0if we can&#8217;t think of anything quieter, and tidier than that&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">We are all not that much better than new earth aches.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There is no place else to go &#8211; The theater is closed &#8230; There is no place else to go &#8211; The theater is closed<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Cut word lines \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0Cut music lines<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Smash the control images \u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0 Smash the control machine.<\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt watch-title-container\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title \" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Old Man Bickford\">\u2666 \u00a0&#8216;Old Man Bickford&#8217; \u00a0\u21d3<\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0tD9a4HW3FE?list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Old man Bickford, cattle, oil, real estate<br \/>He&#8217;s one of the poker-playin&#8217;, whiskey-drinkin&#8217; evil old men who run the United States of America.<\/p>\n<p>To these backstage operators, presidents, cabinet ministers and ambassadors<br \/>and his jokes and errand boys&#8230;<br \/>they do what they are told to do or else.<\/p>\n<p>His subordinates never know why they have fallen from favor.<br \/>That is for them to figure out when his displeasure falls heavy and cold.<\/p>\n<p>Jess Sanford knows he&#8217;s in trouble when the Old Man steers him into a little side room with one chair.<br \/>The Old Man sits down and smiles.<br \/><em>\u00abYunno, Jess. I have an intuition about you. I think you&#8217;d make a mighty fine President.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Jess turns pale. He was hearing his death warrant.<br \/><em>\u00abOh no, Mr. Bickford. I don&#8217;t have the qualifications!\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00abI disagree with you. I think you do have the qualifications. You&#8217;ve got a good front and a fuckin&#8217; big mouth.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Now Jess knows he talked too much in the wrong place at the wrong time.<br \/><em>\u00abPlease, Mr. Bickford. I have a bad heart and the job would kill me!\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Bickford&#8217;s smile widens.<br \/><em>\u00abThink about it, Jess, just think about it&#8230; I wouldn&#8217;t like to see you make a mistake\u00bb<\/em><br \/><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/P7o2p4BhHEU\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe>\u2190Toronto_1983<\/p>\n<p>Introducing my hero, <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PUNwWvKY4Io&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv&amp;index=41\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Kim Carson<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>Kim is a morbid, slimy youth of unwholesome proclivities, with an insatiable appetite for the extreme and the sensational.<\/p>\n<p>When Kim was fifteen his father allowed him to withdraw from the school because he was so unhappy there and so much dis\u00adliked by the other boys and their parents.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;<em>I don&#8217;t want that boy in the house again,\u00bb<\/em> said Colonel Greenfield. <em>\u00abHe looks like a sheep-killing dog.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00abIt is a walking corpse,\u00bb<\/em> said a Saint Louis matron poison\u00adously.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00abThe boy is rotten clear through and he stinks like a pole\u00adcat,\u00bb<\/em> Judge Farris pontificated.<\/p>\n<p>Well, this was true: when angered or aroused or excited Kim flushed bright red and steamed off a rank ruttish animal smell . . .<\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">&#8230; drop on them and bomb them &#8211; Shit one out in the first place.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\">Yes, I&#8217;m talking to you, Dr Robert Oppenheimer, known as Oppie to his friends.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">When Oppie heard the good news about Hiroshima, he said, \u00abThanks God it wasn&#8217;t a dud.\u00bb<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">But God, do you think I&#8217;m from Hiroshima, Oppenheimer?\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\">And Truman said,<\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00abGod has given us the atom bomb and He will show us how to use it, good God Almighty.<\/address>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u25ca \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=DNWjOT7mZwY&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv&amp;index=33\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abThis is Kim Carson\u00bb<\/a> \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0. \u00a0. \u00a0.<\/h5>\n<address style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>Kim<\/strong> decides to go West and become a shootist. If anyone doesn&#8217;t like the way he looks and acts and smells, he can feel his grubby peasant paw.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\">Kim&#8217;s training as a shootist begins. He meets a wise old assassin, whispering <strong>Kesnafield<\/strong>.<\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/XfAvB2BWdLs\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abThis is Kim Carsons, Uncle Kes.\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>The old man didn\u2019t seem to hear. He spoke to the air in front of him. <em>\u00abYour hand and your eyes know a lot more about shootin&#8217; than you do. Just learn to stand out of the way.\u00bb<\/em> His empty eyes, old, unbluffed, un\u00adreadable, rest on Kim.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abCity boy, did you ever see a dog roll in carrion?\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abYes sir, I was tempted to join him, sir.\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abDid you ever see a black snake pretend to be a rattle\u00adsnake?\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>The scene flashed in front of Kim\u2019s eyes:\u00a0 Kills Ellisor and Kim had chased and cornered a six-foot blacksnake. It was a fall day and there were leaves on the ground and the snake coiled himself, opened his mouth, vibrating the tip of its tail in the dry leaves, and both boys saw immediately what was happening: it was pretending to be a rattlesnake, trying to scare us off.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u201cHow did he know enough to do that? What do you think Kim?\u201d<\/em> the old man asked. <em>\u201cYou think you once saw a rattlesnake scare someone?\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abNo sir I think he just knows about other snakes.\u201d <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abKim, if you had your choice, would you rather be a poi\u00adsonous snake or nonpoisonous?\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abOh poisonous, sir, like a green mamba or a spitting cobra.\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abWhy?\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abI&#8217;d feel safer, sir.\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abAnd that&#8217;s your idea of heaven, feeling safer?\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abYes sir.\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abIs a poisonous snake really safer?\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abNot really but it must feel good after he bites someone. Safer? Yes sir, dead people are less frightening than live ones.\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u00abYoung man, I think you&#8217;re an assassin.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>\u201cI want to be one sir!\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=R47VN--646A&amp;index=42&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Wild Fruits<\/a> \u00a0\u2193\u00a0[The Place of Dead Roads]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/x9zwEnmSuhI\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Kim recruits a band of flamboyant and picturesque outlaws, called <strong>the Wild Fruits<\/strong>. There is the <strong>Crying Gun<\/strong>, who breaks into tears at the sight of his opponent.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8211;\u00a0\u00a0<em>What&#8217;s the matter? Did someone take your lollipop? \u00a0<\/em><em>Oh senor, I am sorry for you&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And <strong>the Priest<\/strong>, who goes into a gunfight giving his adversary the last rites. And the <strong>Blind Gun<\/strong>, who zeroes in with bat squeaks.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Kim trains his men to identify themselves with death. He takes some rookie guns out to a dead horse rotting in the sun, eviscerated by vultures.\u00a0 Kim points to the horse, steaming there in the noonday heat.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>&#8211; \u00a0All right, roll in it.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>&#8211; \u00a0WHAT?<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>&#8211; \u00a0Roll in it! Get the stink of death into your chaps and your boots and your guns and your hair!<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Well, most of us puked at first, but we got used to it, and vultures followed us around hopefully&#8230; We always ride into town with the wind behind us. The townspeople gag and retch:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8211;<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My God, what&#8217;s that stink?<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>&#8211; \u00a0 \u00a0It&#8217;s the stink of death, citizens.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And I think, personally,\u00a0 the whole planet stinks of death. What are we going to do about it? Well all this may have happened many times before in this old universe. Here we are trillions of years ago in Galaxy X. Rallies being organised to protest the use of black holes as an energy source. A bit late, as it turned out\u2026er\u2026closing time gentlemen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Brion Gyson<\/strong> has a Bedtime Story. It seems that trillions of years ago a giant flicked grease from his fingers. One of these gobs of grease is our universe on its way to the floor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=j3LZFiYMj0w&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv&amp;index=44\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">THE WESTERN LANDS \u21d3<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=j3LZFiYMj0w&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv&amp;index=44\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-50596\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheWesternLands.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"334\" height=\"497\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheWesternLands.jpg 184w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheWesternLands-101x150.jpg 101w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 334px) 100vw, 334px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>The most unpleasant, precarious and downright stupid immortality blueprint was drafted by the ancient Egyptians. First you had to get yourself mummified, and that was very expensive, making immortality a monopoly of the truly rich However, your continued existence in the Western Lands, that&#8217;s Egyptian paradise, was entirely contingent on the continued existence and welfare of your mummy. That is why they had their mummies hid good and protected by pokes and curses.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Well, beside your basic passport, you must also know the name: YOU SHALL NOT PASS UNLESS YOU KNOW MY NAME FOR PAGES AFTER PAGE IN THE EGYPTIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Well, here\u2019s plain citizen Hoss. He&#8217;s got enough vigor and vitality to survive his physical death, but he won&#8217;t get far. He&#8217;s got no mummy, he&#8217;s got no names, he&#8217;s got nothing. What happens to a bum like that, a nameless, mummyless asshole? Why, demons will swarm all over him at the first checkpoint. He will be dismembered and thrown into a flaming pit, where his soul will be utterly consumed and destroyed for ever. While others, the sound mummies with the right names to drop in the right places, sail through to the Western Lands.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>There are, of course, some second-class souls who just barely squeeze through. Their mummies are not in a good sound condition. These creeps are relegated to third-rate transient hotels just beyond the last checkpoint, where they can smell the charnel-house disposal ovens from their skimpy balconies. \u00abYou see that sign?\u00bb a bartender snarls.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Hh24MvbayvQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><strong><em>MAGGOTY MUMMIES WILL NOT BE SERVED HERE<\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00abMight as well face facts &#8230; My mummy is going downhill. Cheap job to begin with &#8230; Gawd, maggots is crawling all over \u00a0&#8230; The way that demon guard sniffed at me this morning&#8230;\u00bb<\/strong><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>Transient hotels\u00a0 .\u00a0 .\u00a0 .<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Well, here you are in your luxury condo, deep in the Western Lands&#8230;<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>You got no security! Some disgruntled former employee sneaks in and throws acid in your mummy&#8217;s face, or sloshes gasoline all over and burns the shit out of it.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00abOH oh &#8230; someone is fucking with my\u00a0 mummy&#8230;\u00bb<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00abBrother, you&#8217;re fucked.\u00bb<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>You see, Mummies are sitting ducks. No matter who you are, what can happen to your mummy is a pharaoh&#8217;s nightmare: grave robbers, scavengers, the dreaded mummy bashers\u2026 \u00a0Explosions &#8230; My god\u2026!<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Well, you know, this planet could be a reasonably pleasant place to live if everybody could just mind his own business and let others do the same.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>As a wise old black faggot said to me years ago&#8230; \u201cSome people are Shits, darling.\u201d I\u2019ll never be able to forget it.<\/strong><\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u00b6\u00a0 with Material \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0&#8216;Seven Souls&#8217;<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Wf_7YagNpT4\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">The ancient Egyptians postulated <strong>seven souls.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Top soul, and the first to leave at the moment of death, is <strong>Ren<\/strong>, the Secret Name. This corresponds to my Director; He directs the film of your life from conception to death. The Secret Name is the title of your film.When you die, that&#8217;s where Ren came in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Second soul, and second one off the sinking ship, is <strong>Sekem<\/strong>: Energy, Power, LightThe Director gives the orders, Sekem presses the right buttons.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Number three is<strong> Khu<\/strong>, the Guardian Angel. He, she, or it is third man out . . . depicted as flying away across a full moon, a bird with luminous wings and head of light.Sort of thing you might see on a screen in an Indian restaurant in Panama. The Khu is responsible for the subject and can be injured in his defense &#8211; but not permanently, since the first three souls are eternal.They go back to Heaven for another vessel. The four remaining souls must take their chances with the subject in the Land of the Dead.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Number four is <strong>Ba<\/strong>, the heart, often treacherous.This is a hawk&#8217;s body with your face on it, shrunk down to the size of a fist.Many a hero has been brought down, like Samson, by a perfidious Ba.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Number five is <strong>Ka<\/strong>, the Double, most closely associated with the subject.The Ka, which usually reaches adolescence at the time of bodily death, is the only reliable guide through the Land of the Dead to the western Lands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Number six is <strong>Khaibit<\/strong>, the Shadow, Memory, your whole past conditioning from this and other lives.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Number seven is <strong>Sekhu<\/strong>, the Remains.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qtAs7Br2aKY\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><em>\u2191\u00a0\u00a0Political Program:\u00a0<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Cm_XNIC29yM&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv&amp;index=47\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Every Man a God<\/a><br \/><\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Political program: <strong>Everyman a God<\/strong>, and how can this be accomplished? Well, to put it country-simple, by doing your job and doing it well. Because there are many gods&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">The God of <strong>whores<\/strong> and<strong> thieves<\/strong> and<strong> pushers<\/strong>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">A God of <strong>Fevers<\/strong> and <strong>Plebs<\/strong>, who ride in a whispering south wind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">A God of the <strong>Long Chance<\/strong>, the horse that comes from last to win in the stretch; the punch-drunk fighter who comes off the floor to win by a knockout.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">A God of <strong>anti-heroes<\/strong> and <strong>outrage<\/strong>. The ship\u2019s captain who put on women\u2019s clothes and he rushed into the first lifeboat. The pilot who bailed out of a burning plane, leaving his passengers to crash.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">A God of <strong>Future Space Travelers<\/strong>, who are ready to leave the whole human context behind and take a step into the unknown.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong>Everyman a God<\/strong>, that is, if you can qualify. You can\u2019t be a god of anything unless you can do it.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt watch-title-container\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title \" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Colonel Bradfield\">\u2666 \u00a0Colonel Bradfield \u00a0\u21d3<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AB2Zd2rP1cU?list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It is Colonel Bradford\u2019s job to investigate the practical potentials of ESP, sorcery, witchcraft, the lot. He doesn\u2019t give a shit for a natural law or what is or isn\u2019t possible; all he cares about is results. \u201cBring me the ones that work.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cWhat did you bring this old beast in here for?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A withered old man dressed only in a loin cloth, stiff with yellow piss stains stinking like a snake cave in spring sits down on his leather armchair. Fumigating the chair would be inadequate, the Colonel decides.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cHe\u2019s a natural Chief. He can throw an operative curse.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cI don\u2019t doubt it: he can kill by proximity.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cHe\u2019s got a good track record, Chief.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cSure, sure.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Eighty years in the making. So how did you get that way?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">To be a magician you\u2019ve got to be inhuman in some way. Easiest is to eat your own shit and eat steady \u2013 eats it in and shits it out and eats it in again \u2013 and gets eviler and dirtier \u2013 a stink nobody can smell and live&#8230; But who am I to be critical?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The trouble is it just isn\u2019t practical.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cBut leave no trace \u2013 no way to be traced to us!\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cLike hell there isn\u2019t. You think the Irons aren\u2019t into this shit up the ass? You can think and make up the evidence, we all do it. No way to trace is. Big deal. 80 shit-eating years to turn out one more human centipede control a curse if you hold it steady on target. I can train an agent in hours with untraceable poisons and toxines, electronic devices to produce eurhythmical heatbeats. He died in his sleep dreaming about a beautiful deadly woman and all he wanted to do was die in her arms.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cSee what I mean? We don\u2019t need it. \u201c<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cBut Chief you can\u2019t just throw away a thing like this. Indeed where can we throw it? It\u2019s radioactive.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cGet it out of here for starters and take the chair out with it.\u201d<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u00a4\u00a0\u00a0<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=iNwZSxbGoHI\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">VIRUS B-23 <\/a>\u00a0 \u21d3 \u00a0 [<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ChVxSZ1rXdk&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv&amp;index=31\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Cities of the Red Night<\/a>]\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">This passage concerns a virus which occasions biologic alterations in those who survive, and these alterations are genetically conveyed giving rise to a race of mutants known as the feverfreaks. Some of these mutations are favorable and some otherwise.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">A top government official bluntly warned: <em>\u201cVirus B-23 now loose in our overcrowded cities, is an agent that produces biologic changes in those affected &#8211; fatal in many cases, permanent and hereditary in those who survive and become carriers for that strain, which as a matter of survival they will spread as far and fast as possible to destroy enemies and quite literally make friends.\u00bb<\/em> Junkies, however, are only lightly affected by the virus and remain characteristically unchanged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/player.vimeo.com\/video\/53580099\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2191 \u00a0video lasts less than <strong>nine<\/strong> minutes . . .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>Doctor Pierson<\/strong> was a discreet addict who kept himself down to three shots a day, half a grain in each shot &#8211; he could always cover for that. Towards the end of an eight-hour shift he tended to be perfunctory, so when he got the call from emergency he hoped it wouldn&#8217;t take long or keep him overtime. Of course he could always slip a half-grain under his tongue, but that was wasteful and he liked to be in bed when he took his shot, and feel it hit the back of his neck and move down the backs of his thighs while he blew cigarette smoke towards the ceiling. As he reached for his bag he noticed that he had barked his knuckles. He couldn&#8217;t remember where or when &#8211; that happens, when you are feeling no pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abIt looks like measles, Doctor.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The doctor looks at the boy&#8217;s face with distaste. He disliked children, adolescents, and animals. The word \u2018<em>cute\u2019 <\/em>did not exist in his emotional vocabulary. There were red blotches on the boy&#8217;s face but they seemed rather large for measles&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWell, get it in here, Nurse, whatever it is &#8230; away from the other patients. Not that I care what they catch; it&#8217;s just hospital procedure.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The boy was wheeled into a cubicle. His fingers cold with distaste, the doctor folded the sheet down to the boy&#8217;s waist and noticed that he was wearing no shorts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWhy is he naked?\u00bb <\/em>he snapped at the attendants.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abHe was like that when they picked him up, Doctor.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWell, they might have put something on him!\u201d<\/em> He turned back to the attendants. <em>\u00abWhat are you standing there for? Get out! And you, nurse, what are you gawking at?\u00a0 Order a bed in isolation.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">His temper was always evil when he ran over like this, but right after a shot he could be nice in a dead, fishy way. The doctor turned back to the boy on the bed. His duty as a physician is clear &#8211; Hippocrates points sternly to the sheet. \u00ab<em>Well, I suppose I have to look at the little naked beast.\u00bb <\/em>He folded the sheet down to the boy&#8217;s knees. The boy had an erection. The genitals and the areas adjacent to the genitals were bright red like a red bikini.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The doctor leaped back as he would from a striking snake, but he was too late. A gob of semen hit the back of his hand right on the skinned knuckles. He wiped it off with an exclamation of disgust. He recalled later that he felt a slight tingling sensation which he didn&#8217;t notice at the time &#8211; being that disgusted with the human body, he wondered why he\u2019d chosen the medical profession. And this dirty child was delaying his fix. \u00ab<em>You filthy little beast!\u00bb<\/em> he snapped. The boy sniggered. The doctor pulled the sheet up to the boy&#8217;s chin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">He was washing his hands when the nurse came in with a stretcher table and an orderly to take the boy to isolation. The doctor sniffed. <em>\u00abMy God, what&#8217;s that smell?\u00a0 I don&#8217;t know what this is, Nurse, but it&#8217;s rather disgusting. He seems to be in some state of sexual delirium. He also seems to be giving off a horrible odor. Order the broad spectrum &#8230; cortisone, of course. \u00a0It may be an allergic condition; red-haired and animals are especially liable and the usual antibiotics&#8230;. If the sexual condition continues, do not hesitate to administer morphine.\u00bb<\/em> The doctor gasped and clasped a handkerchief in front of his mouth and nose. <em>\u00abGet it <strong>out<\/strong> of here!\u00bb <\/em>(He always referred to a patient as \u00ab<em>the disease<\/em>\u00ab)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abDo you have a typhoid bed in isolation?\u00bb <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abNot now we don&#8217;t.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWell it can&#8217;t stay here.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">He had barely settled in bed after his fix when the phone rang. It was the super. <em>\u00abSeems we have an epidemic on our hands, doctor. All staff report back to the hospital immediately.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u2018Could it be that dirty little boy?\u2019 <\/em>he thought as he dressed and picked up his satchel and walked to the hospital. He saw\u00a0 there was a police line around the entrance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abOh, yes, Doctor, Right over there for your mask.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abI&#8217;ll help you put it on, Doctor.\u00bb<\/em> A brisk young girl in some sort of uniform rubbed her tits against him in a most offensive manner. And before she got the mask on, he smelled it and he knew: it <strong><em>was\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>that dirty little boy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Inside was a scene from Dante: stretchers side by side in the corridors, sperm all over the sheets, the walls and the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abBe careful, Doctor.\u00bb <\/em>A garrulous old nurse caught his arm in time. <em>\u00abJust put one foot solidly in front of the other, Doctor, that&#8217;s right&#8230;. It&#8217;s terrible, Doctor, the older patients are dying like flies.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abI don&#8217;t want to hear any generalities, Nurse &#8230; take me to my ward.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWell, Doctor, you can have the northeast wing if you want &#8211; right here.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Every sort of copulation was going on in front of him, every disgusting thing they could think of. Some of them had pillowcases and towels wrapped around each other&#8217;s necks in some kind of awful contest. As some of these crazed patients seemed in danger of strangulation, he ordered attendants to restrain them, but no attendants were available.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u201c<em>Well, we&#8217;ll start with morphine and a curare derivative, Nurse.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abSorry, Doctor, the morphine stocks are exhausted on the older patients. They go into the most awful spasms at the end, Doctor.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">At this terrible pronouncement the doctor turned pale as death. He slumped to the floor in a faint, his face covered with red blotches. By the time they got his clothes off, his body was also affected, and spontaneous orgasms were observed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u2018Most distasteful thing I ever stand still for,\u2019<\/em> he told himself later, <em>\u2018but it\u2019s still an easy score\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">He recovers in the fear because of his addiction, and the word went out that the junk was the only insurance against the fever.\u00a0No stemming the black market the Government concedes and legalises. Now begins a deadly war to extermination between the junkies and the fever-freaks. Here\u2019s the old junkie\u2019s CO taking the young lieutenant on his rounds: <em>\u201cThey\u2019re out there son,\u201d<\/em> he points beyond the barbed wire and gun turrets, \u201c<em>waiting, watching, hatching every filthy thing in their diseased minds and bodies. They\u2019ll sell you red hots for junk \u2013 kill you in a nasty sex spasm. They want a fever world.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cThat\u2019s what we have to deal with out here.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cWell, perhaps some times, somewhere, the human race will remember, but a few white men stood between them and the fever-freaks.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u2018What an old wind bag!\u2019<\/em> the boy thought, <em>\u201cWhere is my fix?\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cI\u2019m sure there\u2019re rations here son. Quarter G three times s day.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cCaptain, that <strong>is<\/strong> short.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cWe have to ration it son. God help us if we ever run out and fall into their hands.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cSwear you\u2019ll kill me first, sir.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u201cOf course son. The army always takes care of its own.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<div>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\">\u03a6\u00a0 Junkie \u21d3<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/ubu.com\/sound\/burroughs_junky.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft  wp-image-53096\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Junky.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"282\" height=\"434\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Junky.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Junky-97x150.jpg 97w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 282px) 100vw, 282px\" \/><\/a>I was born in 1914 in a solid, three-story, brick house in a large Midwest city. My parents were comfortable. My father owned and ran a lumber business. The house had a lawn in front, a back yard with a garden, a fish pond and a high wooden fence all around it. I remember the lamplighter lighting the gas streetlights and the huge, black, shiny Lincoln and drives in the park on Sunday. All the props of a safe, comfortable way of life that is now gone forever.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I could put down one of those nostalgic routines about the old German doctor who lived next door and the rats running around in the back yard and my aunt\u2019s electric car and my pet toad that lived by the fish pond.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Actually my earliest memories are colored by a fear of nightmares. I was afraid to be alone, and afraid of the dark, and afraid to go to sleep because of dreams where a supernatural horror seemed always on the point of taking shape. I was afraid some day the dream would still be there when I woke up. I recall hearing a maid talk about opium and how smoking opium brings sweet dreams, and I said: \u201cI will smoke opium when I grow up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I was subject to hallucinations as a child. Once I woke up in the early morning light and saw little men playing in a block house I had made. I felt no fear, only a feeling of stillness and wonder. Another recurrent hallucination or nightmare concerned \u201canimals in the wall,\u201d and started with the delirium of a strange, undiagnosed fever that I had at the age of four or five.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I went to a progressive school with the future solid citizens, the lawyers, doctors and businessmen of a large Midwest town. I was timid with the other children and afraid of physical violence. One aggressive little Lesbian would pull my hair whenever she saw me. I would like to shove her face in right now, but she fell off a horse and broke her neck years ago.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">When I was about seven my parents decided to move to the suburbs \u201cto get away from people.\u201d They bought a large house with grounds and woods and a fish pond where there were squirrels instead of rats. They lived there in a comfortable capsule, with a beautiful garden and cut off from contact with the life of the city.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I went to a private suburban high school. I was not conspicuously good or bad at sports, neither brilliant nor backward in studies. I had a definite blind spot for mathematics or anything mechanical. I never liked competitive team games and avoided these whenever possible. I became, in fact, a chronic malingerer. I did like fishing, hunting and hiking. I read more than was usual for an American boy of that time and place: Oscar Wilde, Anatole France, Baudelaire, even Gide. I formed a romantic attachment for another boy and we spent our Saturdays exploring old quarries, riding around on bicycles and fishing in ponds and rivers.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">At this time, I was greatly impressed by an autobiography of a burglar, called You Can\u2019t Win. The author claimed to have spent a good part of his life in jail. It sounded good to me compared with the dullness of a Midwest suburb where all contact with life was shut out.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I saw my friend as an ally, a partner in crime. We found an abandoned factory and broke all the windows and stole a chisel. We were caught, and our fathers had to pay the damages. After this my friend \u201cpacked me in\u201d because the relationship was endangering his standing with the group. I saw there was no compromise possible with the group, the others, and I found myself a good deal alone.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The environment was empty, the antagonist hidden, and I drifted into solo adventures. My criminal acts were gestures, unprofitable and for the most part unpunished. I would break into houses and walk around without taking anything. As a matter of fact, I had no need for money. Sometimes I would drive around in the country with a .22 rifle, shooting chickens. I made the roads unsafe with reckless driving until an accident, from which I emerged miraculously and portentously unscratched, scared me into normal caution.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I went to one of the Big Three universities, where I majored in English literature for lack of interest in any other subject. I hated the University and I hated the town it was in. Everything about the place was dead. The University was a fake English setup taken over by the graduates of fake English public schools. I was lonely. I knew no one, and strangers were regarded with distaste by the closed corporation of the desirables.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">By accident I met some rich homosexuals, of the international queer set who cruise around the world, bumping into each other in queer joints from New York to Cairo. I saw a way of life, a vocabulary, references, a whole symbol system, as the sociologists say. But these people were jerks for the most part and, after an initial period of fascination, I cooled off on the setup.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">When I graduated without honors, I had one hundred fifty dollars per month in trust. That was in the depression and there were no jobs and I couldn\u2019t think of any job I wanted, in any case. I drifted around Europe for a year or so. Remnants of the postwar decay lingered in Europe,\u00a0U.S. dollars could buy a good percentage of the inhabitants of Austria, male or female. That was in 1936, and the Nazis were closing in fast.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I went back to the States. With my trust fund I could live without working or hustling. I was still cut off from life as I had been in the Midwest suburb. I fooled around taking graduate courses in psychology and Jiu-jitsu lessons. I decided to undergo psychoanalysis, and continued with it for three years. Analysis removed inhibitions and anxiety so that I could live the way I wanted to live. Much of my progress in analysis was accomplished in spite of my analyst who did not like my \u201corientation,\u201d as he called it. He finally abandoned analytic objectivity and put me down as an \u201cout-and-out con.\u201d I was more pleased with the results than he was.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">After being rejected on physical grounds from five officer-training programs, I was drafted into the Army and certified fit for unlimited service. I decided I was not going to like the Army and copped out on my nut-house record &#8211; I\u2019d once got on a Van Gogh kick and cut off a finger joint to impress someone who interested me at the time. The nut-house doctors had never heard of Van Gogh. They put me down for schizophrenia, adding paranoid type to explain the upsetting fact that I knew where I was and who was President of the U.S. When the Army saw that diagnosis they discharged me with the notation, \u201cThis man is never to be recalled or reclassified.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">After parting company with the Army, I took a variety of jobs. You could have about any job you wanted at that time. I worked as a private detective, an exterminator, a bartender. I worked in factories and offices. I played around the edges of crime. But my hundred and fifty dollars per month was always there. I did not have to have money. It seemed a romantic extravagance to jeopardize my freedom by some token act of crime. It was at this time and under these circumstances that I came in contact with junk, became an addict, and thereby gained the motivation, the real need for money I had never had before.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The question is frequently asked: Why does a man become a drug addict?<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-43906\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/burroughsjunky.jpg\" alt=\"burroughsjunky\" width=\"227\" height=\"182\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/burroughsjunky.jpg 227w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/burroughsjunky-150x120.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The answer is that he usually does not intend to become an addict. You don\u2019t wake up one morning and decide to be a drug addict. It takes at least three months\u2019 shooting twice a day to get any habit at all. And you don\u2019t really know what junk sickness is until you have had several habits. It took me almost six months to get my first habit, and then the withdrawal symptoms were mild. I think it no exaggeration to say it takes about a year and several hundred injections to make an addict.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The questions, of course, could be asked: Why did you ever try narcotics? Why did you continue using it long enough to become an addict? You become a narcotics addict because you do not have strong motivations in any other direction. Junk wins by default. I tried it as a matter of curiosity. I drifted along taking shots when I could score. I ended up hooked. Most addicts I have talked to report a similar experience. They did not start using drugs for any reason they can remember. They just drifted along until they got hooked. If you have never been addicted, you can have no clear idea what it means to need junk with the addict\u2019s special need. You don\u2019t decide to be an addict. One morning you wake up sick and you\u2019re an addict.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I have never regretted my experience with drugs. I think I am in better health now as a result of using junk at intervals than I would be if I had never been an addict.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">When you stop growing you start dying. An addict never stops growing. Most users periodically kick the habit, which involves shrinking of the organism and replacement of the junk-dependent cells. A user is in continual state of shrinking and growing in his daily cycle of shot-need for shot completed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Most addicts look younger than they are. Scientists recently experimented with a worm that they were able to shrink by withholding food. By periodically shrinking the worm so that it was in continual growth, the worm\u2019s life was prolonged indefinitely. Perhaps if a junky could keep himself in a constant state of kicking, he would live to a phenomenal age.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Junk is a cellular equation that teaches the user facts of general validity. I have learned a great deal from using junk: I have seen life measured out in eye-droppers of morphine solution. I experienced the agonizing deprivation of junk sickness, and the pleasure of relief when junk-thirsty cells drank from the needle. Perhaps all pleasure is relief. I have learned the cellular stoicism that junk teaches the user. I have seen a cell full of sick junkies silent and immobile in separate misery. They knew the pointlessness of complaining or moving. They knew that basically no one can help anyone else. There is no key, no secret someone else has that he can give you.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I have learned the junk equation. Junk is not, like alcohol or weed, a means to increased enjoyment of life.\u00a0Junk is not a kick. It is a way of life.<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\"><strong>\u2193 \u00a0&#8230; 103rd Street Boys \u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0 [\u00abJunkie\u00bb]<\/strong><\/h4>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=P3QkcAO6b8E\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-37984\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/103st.jpg\" alt=\"103st\" width=\"312\" height=\"234\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/103st.jpg 312w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/103st-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/103st-150x112.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 312px) 100vw, 312px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The hipster-bebop junkies never showed at <strong>103rd Street<\/strong>. The 103rd Street boys were all oldtimers &#8211; thin, sallow faces; bitter twisted mouths; stiff-fingered, stylized gestures. (There is a junk gesture that marks the junky like the limp wrist marks the fag: the hand swings out from the elbow stiff~fingered, palm up) They were of various nationalities and physical types, but they all looked alike somehow. They all looked like junk. There was <strong>Irish, George the Greek, Pantopon Rose, Louie the Bellhop, Eric the Fag, the Beagle, the Sailor<\/strong>, and <strong>Joe the Mex<\/strong>. Several of them are dead now, others are doing time.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There are no more junkies at 103rd and Broadway waiting for the connection. The connection has gone somewhere else. But the feel of junk is still there. It hits you at the corner, follows you along the block, then falls away like a discouraged panhandler as you walk on.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Joe the Mex<\/strong> had a thin face with a long, sharp, twitchy nose and a down-curving, toothless mouth. Joe&#8217;s face was lined and ravaged, but not old. Things had happened to his face, but Joe was not touched. His eyes were bright and young. There was a gentleness about him com\u00admon to many oldtime junkies. You could spot Joe blocks away. In the anonymous city crowd, he stood out sharp and clear, as though you were seeing him through binoculars. He was a liar, and like most liars, he was constantly chang\u00ading his stories, altering time and personnel from one telling to the next. One time he would tell a story about some friend, next time he would switch the story around to give himself the lead. He would sit in the cafeteria over coffee and pound cake, talking at random about his experiences.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>\u201cWe knew this Chinaman has some stuff stashed, and we try every way to make him tell us where it is. We have him tied to a chair. I light matches\u00bb<\/em> &#8211; he made a gesture of lighting a match &#8211; <em>\u00aband put them under his feet. He won&#8217;t say nothing. I feel so sorry for that man. Then my partner hit him in the face with his gun and the blood run all down his face.\u00bb<\/em> He put his hands over his face and drew them down to indicate the flow of blood. <em>\u201cWhen I see that I turn sick at my stomach and I say, &#8216;Let&#8217;s get out of here and leave the man alone. He ain&#8217;t going to tell us nothing.'\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Louie<\/strong> was a shoplifter who had lost what nerve he ever had. He wore a long, shabby, black overcoat that gave him the look of a furtive buzzard. Thief and junky stuck out all over him. Louie had a hard time making it. I heard that at one time he had been a stool pigeon, but at the time I knew him he was generally considered right. George the Greek did not like Louie and said he was just a bum. <em>\u00abDon&#8217;t ever invite him to your home, he&#8217;ll take ad\u00advantage: He&#8217;ll go on the nod in front of your family. He&#8217;s got no class to him.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>George the Greek<\/strong> was the admitted arbiter of this set. He decided who was right and who was wrong. George prided himself on his integrity. <em>\u00abI never beat nobody.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">George was a three-time loser. The next time meant life as an habitual criminal. So his life narrowed down to the necessity of avoiding any serious involvements. No push\u00ading, no stealing; he worked from time to time on the docks. He was hemmed in on every side and there was no way for him to go but down. When he couldn&#8217;t get junk &#8211; which was about half the time &#8211; he drank and took goof balls.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He had two adolescent sons who gave him a lot of trouble. George was half-sick most of the time in this period of scarcity, and no match for these young louts. His face bore the marks of a constant losing fight. The last time I was in New:York I couldn&#8217;t find George. The 103rd Street boys are scattered now and no one I talked to knew what happened to George the Greek.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Fritz the Janitor<\/strong> was a pale thin little man who gave the impression of being crippled. He was on parole after doing five years because he scored for a pigeon. The pigeon was hard up for someone to turn in, and the narcotics agent urgently needed to make an arrest. Between them they built Fritz up to a big-time dope peddler, and smashed a narcotics ring with his arrest. Fritz was glad to attract so much attention and he talked complacently about his <em>\u201cnickel\u00bb<\/em> in Lexington.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>The Fag<\/strong> was a brilliantly successful lush-worker. His scores were fabulous. He was the man who gets to a lush first, never the man who arrives on the scene when the lush is lying there with his pockets turned inside out. A sleeping lush &#8211; known as a <em>\u00abflop\u00bb<\/em> in the trade &#8211; attracts a hierarchy of scavengers. First come the top lush-workers like the Fag, guided by a special radar. They only want cash, good rings, and watches. Then come the punks who will steal anything. They take the hat, shoes, and belt. Finally, brazen, clumsy thieves will try to pull the lush&#8217;s overcoat or jacket off him.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The Fag was always first on a good lush. One time he scored for a thousand dollars at the 103rd Street Station. Often his scores ran into the hundreds. If the lush woke up, he would simper and feel the man&#8217;s thigh as though his intentions were sexual. From this trick he got his moniker.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He always dressed well, usually in tweed sport coats and gray flannels. A European charm of manner and a slight Scandinavian accent completed his front. No one could have looked less like a lush-roller. He always worked alone. His luck was good and he was determined to avoid contamination. Sometimes, contact with the lucky can change a man&#8217;s run of bad luck, but generally it works the other way. Junkies are an envious lot. 103rd Street envied the Fag his scores. But everyone had to admit he was a right guy, and always good for a small touch.<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a4\u2192\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=T3lcNRg4RKc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Cat Inside<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 (from his last book)<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><em>\u00abI am not a dog hater. I do hate what man has made of his best friend. &#8230; A cat&#8217;s rage is beautiful,\u00a0burning with a pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. But a dog&#8217;s snarl is ugly, a redneck lynch-mob Paki-basher snarl &#8230; snarl of someone (who&#8217;s) got a \u00abKill a Queer for Christ\u00bb sticker on his heap, a self-righteous occupied snarl. When you see that snarl you are looking at something that has no face of its own. A dog&#8217;s rage is not his. It is dictated by his trainer. And lynch-mob rage is dictated by conditioning.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=jqzqTBC3DMM\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-50597\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheCatInside.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"163\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheCatInside.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheCatInside-218x300.jpg 218w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/TheCatInside-109x150.jpg 109w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 163px) 100vw, 163px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Thinking back to early adolescence, I recall a recurrent sensation of cuddling some creature against my chest. It is quite small, about the size of a cat. It is not a human baby and it is not an animal. Not exactly. It is part human and part something else. I can recall an occasion in the house at Price Road. I must be twelve or thirteen. I wonder what it is . . . a squirrel? . . . not quite. I can&#8217;t see it clearly. I don&#8217;t know what it needs. I do know that it trusts me completely.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Much later I was to learn that I am cast in the role of the Guardian, to create and nurture a creature that is part cat, part human, and part something as yet unimaginable, which might result from a union that has not taken place for millions of years.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Another vision at about the same age: I am awake at dawn in the attic room and see little gray men playing in my block house. They move very fast, like a 1920 speed-up film&#8230; whisk&#8230; they are gone. Just the empty block house in gray dawn light. I am motionless in this sequence, a silent witness.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The magical medium is being bulldozed away. No more green reindeer in Forest Park. The angels are leaving all the alcoves everywhere, the medium in which Unicorns, Bigfoot, Green Deer exist growing always thinner, like the rain forests and the creatures that live and breathe in them. As the forests fall to make way for motels and Hiltons and McDonald&#8217;s, the whole magic universe is dying.\u00a0 .\u00a0 .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">For those of you who&#8217;ve not lived in the country (I mean real farm country, not the Hamptons), a word about barn cats. Most farms have barn cats to keep the mice and rats down. These cats are minimally fed on skimmed milk and table scraps. Otherwise they don&#8217;t hunt. Of course it often happens that a barn cat becomes a house cat. And that is what every barn cat, every street cat wants. I find this desperate attempt to win a human protector deeply moving.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Fifteen years ago I dreamt I had caught a white cat on a hook and line. For some reason I was about to reject the creature and throw it back, but it rubbed against me, mewing piteously.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Since I adopted Ruski, the cat dreams are vivid and frequent. Often I dream that Ruski has jumped onto my bed. Of course this sometimes happens, and Fletch is a constant visitor, jumping up on the bed and cuddling against me, purring so loud I can&#8217;t sleep.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Last night I encountered a dream cat with a very long neck and a body like a human fetus, gray and translucent. I am cuddling it. I don&#8217;t know what it needs or how to provide for it. Another dream years ago of a human child with eyes on stalks. It is very small, but can walk and talk. \u00abDon&#8217;t you want me?\u00bb Again, I don&#8217;t know how to care for the child. But I am dedicated to protecting and nurturing him at any cost! It is the function of the Guardian to protect hybrids and mutants in the vulnerable stage of infancy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The Land of the Dead. . .. A reek of boiling sewage, coal gas and burning plastics . . . oil patches . . . roller coasters and Ferris wheels overgrown with rank weeds and vines. I can&#8217;t find Ruski. I am calling his name&#8230; \u00abRuski! Ruski! Ruski!\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A deep feeling of sadness and foreboding.\u00a0\u00abI shouldn&#8217;t have brought him out here!\u00bb\u00a0I wake up with tears streaming down my face.\u00a0 .\u00a0 .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Evidence indicates that cats were first tamed in Egypt. The Egyptians stored grain, which attracted rodents, which attracted cats. (No evidence that such a thing happened with the Mayans, though a number of wild cats are native to the area.) So I don&#8217;t think this is accurate. It is certainly not the whole story. Cats don&#8217;t start as mousers. Weasels and snakes and dogs are more efficient as rodent-control agents. I postulate that cats started as psychic companions, as Familiars, and have never deviated from this function.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dogs started as sentinels. It is still their chief function in farm and village, to give notice of approach, as hunters and guards, and that is why they hate cats.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abLook at the services we provide and all cats do is loll around and purr. Ratters, are they? Take a cat half an hour to kill a mouse. All cats do is purr and alienate the Master&#8217;s affections from my honest shit-eating face. Worst thing is they got no sense of right and wrong.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. \u00a0Of course he wants care and shelter. You don&#8217;t buy love for nothing. Like all pure creatures, cats are practical. To understand an ancient question, bring it into present time. My meeting with Ruski and my conversion to a cat man reenacts the relation between the first house cats and their human protectors.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And there are my cats, engaged in a ritual that goes back thousands of years, tranquilly licking themselves after the meal. \u00a0Practical animals, they prefer to have others provide the food&#8230; some of them do. \u00a0There must have been a split between the cats who accepted domestication and those who did not.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Back to present time with a weary sigh. There will be fewer and fewer exotic, beautiful animals. The Mexican hairless cat is already extinct. The tiny three-pound wild cats that can be easily tamed are always rarer, further away, plaintive lost spirits waiting for the human hand that will never come, fragile and sad as a boat of dead leaves launched in a park pond by a child. Or the phosphorescent bats that emerge once every seven years to fill the air with impossible riots of perfume. . . melodious, distant calls from the bat cats and gliding lemurs. .. the rain forests of Borneo and South America are going. . . to make way for WHAT?<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/7IppLHP7pvI\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><strong>\u2190The Cat Inside<\/strong><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: justify;\">The title is<strong>\u00a0&#8216;THE CAT INSIDE&#8217;.\u00a0<\/strong>\u201cMay 4, 1985. I am packing for a short trip to New York to discuss the cat book with Brion Gysin, who was going to do the illustrations. In the front room where the kittens are kept, Calico Jane is nursing one black kitten, a little Calico cat, she had five kittens. I pick up my Tourister. It seems heavy. I look inside and there are four kittens.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>\u00abTake care of my babies. Take them with you wherever you go.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">I am selecting cat food at the pet shop in Dillon&#8217;s supermarket and I met an old woman. Seems her cats won&#8217;t eat any cat food with fish in it. Well, I tell her, mine are just the opposite. They <em>prefer<\/em> the fishy foods like Salmon Dinner and Seafood Supper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abWell,\u00bb<\/em> she says, <em>\u00abthey certainly are company.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">And what can she do for her company when there is no Dillon&#8217;s and no pet shop? What can I do? What can I do? I simply could not stand to see my my cats hungry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Well, of course there are many wild cats, some of them that could be tamed, er&#8230; cats that weigh only three pounds. However, there will be fewer and fewer exotic beautiful animals&#8230; The rain forests at Borneo and South America are going to make way for <em><strong>what?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">At Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb and couldn\u2019t wait to drop it on the Evil East, the\u00a0<em>Yellow Peril,<\/em> the boys are sitting on logs and rocks, eating some sort of food. There is a stream at the end of a slope. The counselor was a Southerner with a politician\u2019s look about him. Like many Southerners, he was a natural order, just naturally full of bullshit. He told us stories by the campfire, culled from the racist garbage of the insidious <strong>Sax Rohmer<\/strong>. Remember Sax Rohmer, who created the insidious Doctor\u00a0<strong><em>Fumanchu<\/em>?<\/strong> First <em>Yellow Peril.<\/em> And <em>Fumanchu<\/em> went on and on, like Tarzan; you thought he was dead and then he popped up again. He also wrote books about the evil Egyptians, the Green Eyes [&#8230;?], the unspeakable Anthony Ferrara, that totally looked more like a beautiful ego woman than a man up to his crotch, and unspeakable rites and depraved practices and secrets so foul no decent man may learn to [&#8230;?]\u00a0Basic postulate: \u00a0<strong>East <\/strong>is cruel, depraved, devious, immoral, anti-Christ, anti-American, in a word,\u00a0<strong> evil. West <\/strong>is<strong>\u00a0<\/strong>humane, decent, wholesome and straightforward, moral, sincere and godbearing, in a word,\u00a0<strong>\u00a0good<\/strong>.\u00a0Good for <em>what<\/em> exactly?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Suddenly, a <strong>badger<\/strong> erupts among the boys \u2013 I don\u2019t know why he did it, just playful, friendly and inexperienced like the Aztec Indians who brought fruit down to the Spanish and got their hands cut off. So the counselor rushes for his saddlebag and gets out his 1912 Colt .45 auto and starts blasting at the badger, missing it with every shot at six feet. Finally he puts his gun three inches from the badger\u2019s side and shoots. This time the badger rolls down the slope into the stream. I can see the stricken animal, the sad shrinking face, rolling down the slope, bleeding, dying. _<em>\u201cYou see an animal, you kill it, don\u2019t you? It might have bitten one of the boys.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">This book is about <em>inter-species contact<\/em>, not about <em>inter-species communication<\/em>. There is a basic difference between communication and contact. <strong>Communication<\/strong> is designed to avoid contact, to maintain a distance across which communication can take place. <strong>Contact<\/strong> involves identification with the creature; you contact, and this can be very painful. Communication can be forced; contact cannot: you cannot force anyone to feel. This cat folk recounts my own experience with inter-species contact, you know, when it happens, it can&#8217;t be faked. In this case, of course, contact in the badger <em>is<\/em> very painful indeed&#8230; he just wanted to romp and play and gets shot by a 0.45.\u00a0\u00a0Identify with that.\u00a0Feel all that.\u00a0Contact that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I don&#8217;t know how many years ago I saw a TV show on <strong>Big Foot.<\/strong>.. Tracks and sightings in the Northwest mountain area, interviews with local inhabitants&#8230; Here&#8217;s a three-hundred-pound female slob.<em> \u00abWhat in your opinion should be done about these creatures, if they exist?\u00bb<\/em> A dark shadow crosses her ugly face and her eyes shine with conviction: <em>\u00abKill them, they might hurt somebody.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A specimen of homo-sapiens green, with a longer-range rifle and telescopic sights, [. . . ?] beard, trying to look like an adventurer, and looking like a marginal freelance journalists who writes for survival. He is quite sure Big Feet is out there in those hills and proposes to kill the specimen. If I lived in the area I would be more worried about this jerk with a rifle than about Big Foot! But I suspect Big Foot to be a fake, like the [&#8230;?] Unicorn. Well, a camera team just happens on Big Foot, with their cameras all set up and ready to go&#8230; <em>Light! Section &#8211; camera!<\/em> There he is, about a hundred yards away, walking with a strange slow gait, taking six feet at a stride, like a moonwalk. Scientific stride experts say this is <em>not<\/em> a human stride. Well, certainly not at twenty-four frames per second. I suspect it to be a man in a gorila suit, projected in slow motion.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">When I was four years old, I saw a vision in Forest Park, Saint Louis. My brother was ahead of me with an air rifle; I was lagging behind. I saw a little <em>green reindeer<\/em>, about the size of a cat, clear and precise in the late afternoon sunlight, as if seen through a telescope. Well, can those images, those visions be photographed? Certainly, anything that can be seen can be photographed, and anything that can be photographed can be faked.\u00a0The magical medium is being bulldozed away. No more green reindeer in Forest Park. The angels are leaving all the alcoves everywhere, the medium in which Unicorns, Bigfoot, Green Deer exist, always thinner, like the rain forests and the creatures that live and breathe in them. As the forests fall to make way for motels and Hiltons, the whole magic universe is dying.<\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><strong><em>. . . Well, life such it is goes on&#8230; Dillon&#8217;s still open, I am the cat who walks alone to Dillon&#8217;s supermarkets all their life. Er&#8230; this is the end:<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><strong>We are the cats inside, we are the cats who cannot walk alone and perhaps there is only one place: walk alone for us. _Thank you.<\/strong><\/span><\/address>\n<h5 id=\"watch-headline-title\">\u2666 \u00a0&#8216;Kill the Badger&#8217; \u2193 \u00a0[from \u00abThe Cat Inside\u00bb &#8212; &#8216;Dead City Radio&#8217;]<\/h5>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/-SQQPratpOY\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">At Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb and couldn\u2019t wait to drop it on the Yellow Peril, the boys are sitting on logs and rocks, eating some sort of food. There is a stream at the end of a slope. The counselor was a Southerner with a politician\u2019s look about him. He told us stories by the campfire, culled from the racist garbage of the insidious Sax Rohmer \u2013 <em><strong>East is evil, West is good<\/strong>.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Suddenly, a badger erupts among the boys \u2013 don\u2019t know why he did it, just playful, friendly and inexperienced like the Aztec Indians who brought fruit down to the Spanish and got their hands cut off. So the counselor rushes for his saddlebag and gets out his 1911 Colt .45 auto and starts blasting at the badger, missing it with every shot at six feet. Finally he puts his gun three inches from the badger\u2019s side and shoots. This time the badger rolls down the slope into the stream. I can see the stricken animal, the sad shrinking face, rolling down the slope, bleeding, dying.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>\u201cYou see an animal, you kill it, don\u2019t you? It might have bitten one of the boys.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The badger just wanted to romp and play, and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. Feel that. And ask yourself, whose life is worth more? The badger, or this evil piece of white shit?\u00a0As Brion Gysin said, <em>\u00abMan is a <strong>bad<\/strong> animal.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\">\u00a4\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=YGFrKow2KfA\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Tom the Priest&#8217;\u00a0<\/a> \u21d0\u00a0 [&#8216;<a href=\"http:\/\/gusvansant.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><strong>Drugstore Cowboy<\/strong>&#8216;<\/span><\/a>]<\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\">Scenes of <strong>WSB<\/strong> impersonating Tom the Priest in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=BkVzlLP-B3o\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><strong>Gus van Sant<\/strong><\/span><\/a>&#8216;s movie&#8230;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\">The operative word in Drugstore Cowboy is \u00abdrug\u00bb.\u00a0<strong>Matt Dillon<\/strong>\u00a0plays the leader of a group of dopeheads who wander around the country robbing pharmacies to feed their habits. Dillon&#8217;s chums include doltish James Le Gros and teenage junkie Heather Graham; also along for the ride is Dillon&#8217;s wife Kelly Lynch. Their nemesis is cop James Remar, whom Dillon takes perverse delight in humiliating. When one of the young addicts dies of an overdose, it prompts Dillon to try to go straight&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #00ccff;\">\u221e\u00a0 w\/ \u00a0Kurt Cobain \u00a0<strong>\u2193 \u00a0&#8216;The Priest, they called him&#8217;<\/strong><\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DwK0LYEmXSo\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">People hurried by gray shadows on a distant wall it was getting late and no money to score he turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife. Cab stopped just ahead under a streetlight boy got out with a suitcase thin kid in prep school clothes familiar face the Priest told himself watching from the doorway reminds me of something a long time ago the boy there with his overcoat unbuttoned reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare. The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside a building hummm yes maybe; the suitcase was there in the doorway the boy nowhere in sight gone to get the keys most likely have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner made it glanced down at the case didn&#8217;t look like the case the boy had or any boy would have the Priest couldn&#8217;t put his finger on what was so <i>old<\/i> about the case, old and dirty poor quality leather and heavy better see what&#8217;s inside he turned into Lincoln Park found an empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs had belonged to\u00a0a young man with dark skin shiny black leg hairs glittered in the\u00a0dim street light. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use\u00a0his knee on the back of the case to shove them out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abLegs yet\u00bb<\/em> he said, and walked quickly away with the case might bring a few dollars to score.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">The buyer sniffed suspiciously.<em> \u00abKind of a funny smell about it . . . is this Mexican leather?\u00bb\u00a0<\/em>The Priest shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abWell, some joker didn&#8217;t cure it.\u00bb<\/em> The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000080;\"> <em>\u00abNot even right sure he killed it whatever it is three is the best I can do and it hurts but since this is Christmas and you&#8217;re the Priest.\u00bb<\/em> $ $ $ He slipped three bills under the table into the Priest&#8217;s dirty hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">The Priest faded into the street shadows seedy and furtive three cents didn&#8217;t buy a bag nothing less than a nickel say remember that old auntie croaker told me not to come back unless I paid him the three cents I owe isn&#8217;t that a fruit for you blow his stack about three lousy cents.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">The doctor was not pleased to see him. \u00abNow what do you <i>want?<\/i> I <i>told <\/i>you . . .\u00bb The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the money in his pocket and started to scream. <em>\u00abI&#8217;ve had <strong>trouble<\/strong>! The people have been around! I may lose my <strong>license<\/strong>!\u00bb\u00a0<\/em>The Priest just sat there eyes old and heavy with years of junk on the doctor&#8217;s face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abI can&#8217;t write you a prescription!\u00bb<\/em> The doctor jerked open a drawer and slid an ampule across the table. <em>\u00abThat&#8217;s all I have in the <strong>office<\/strong>!\u00bb<\/em> The doctor stood up. <em>\u00abTake it and get <strong>out<\/strong>!\u00bb<\/em> he screamed, hysterical. The Priest&#8217;s expression did not change and the doctor added in quieter tones: <em>\u00abAfter all I&#8217;m a professional man and I shouldn&#8217;t be bothered by people like you.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abIs that all you have for me? One lousy quarter g? Couldn&#8217;t you lend me a nickel?\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abGet out! Get out! I&#8217;ll call the police I tell you!\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abAll right doctor. I&#8217;m going now.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Of course it was cold and far to walk rooming house a shabby street room on the top floor these stairs\/cough\/the Priest there pulling himself up along the banister he went into the bathroom yellow wood panels toilet dripping and got his works from under the washbasin wrapped in brown paper back to his room get every drop in the dropper he rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door room 18 a Mexican kid lived there the Priest had passed him on the stairs and saw the kid was hooked but he never spoke because he didn&#8217;t want any juvenile connections bad news in any language and the Priest had had enough bad news in his life heard the groan again a groan he could <i>feel <\/i>no mistaking <i>that<\/i> groan and what it meant maybe had an accident or something any case I can&#8217;t enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming through the wall thin walls you understand the Priest put down his dropper cold hall and knocked on the door of room 18.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">\u00ab<strong><i>Qui\u00e9n es?<\/i>\u00ab<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abIt&#8217;s the Priest, kid, I live next door.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">He could hear someone hobbling across the floor a bolt slid the boy stood there in his underwear shorts eyes black with pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abWhat&#8217;s wrong son?\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abIt&#8217;s my legs se\u00f1or . . . cramps . . . and now I am without medicine.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">The Priest could see the cramps like knots of wood there in the young lean legs dark shiny black leg hairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abThree years ago I have damaged myself in a bicycle race it was then that the cramps start and . . .\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">And now he has the leg cramps back with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there <i>feeling<\/i> the boy groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer went back and got his dropper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abIt&#8217;s just a quarter g kid.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"><em>\u00abI do not require much <strong>se\u00f1or<\/strong>.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room 18. He went back to his room and sat down on the bed. Then it hit him like heavy silent snow, all the grey junk yesterdays. He sat there and received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest there was no need to call one.<\/span><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u00a4\u00a0 \u00a0Final passage from \u00a0\u2018<a title=\"The Western Lands\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Western_Lands\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Western Lands<\/span><\/a>\u2019 \u00a0by William S Burroughs<\/span><\/h5>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>I want to reach the Western Lands &#8211; right in front of you, across the bubbling brook. It\u2019s a frozen sewer. It\u2019s known as the Duad, remember? All the filth and horror, fear, hate, disease and death of human history flows between you and the Western Lands. Let it flow! My cat Fletch stretches behind me on the bed. A tree like black lace against a gray sky. A flash of joy.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>How long does it take for a man to learn that he does not, cannot want what he \u201cwants\u201d?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>You have to be in Hell to see Heaven. Glimpses from the Land of the Dead, flashes of serene, timeless joy, a joy as old as suffering and despair.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>The old writer couldn\u2019t write anymore because he had reached the end of words, the end of what can be done with words. \u00a0And then? \u201cBritish we are, British we stay.\u201d How long can one hang on in Gibraltar, with the tapestries where mustached riders with scimitars hunt tigers, the ivory balls one inside the other, bare seams showing, the long tearoom with mirrors on both sides and the tired fuschia and rubber plants, the shops selling English marmalade and Fortnum and Mason\u2019s tea\u2026clinging to their Rock like the apes, clinging always to less and less.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>In Tangier the Parade Bar is closed. Shadows are falling on the Mountain.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>\u201cHurry up, please. It\u2019s time.\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a4 \u2192\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=iIB1-EeuZHI\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Words of Advice for Young People <\/span><\/a>\u00a0\u2193<\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=bcZxCA8Wbbg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-50598\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsOfAdvice.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"553\" height=\"800\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsOfAdvice.jpg 553w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsOfAdvice-207x300.jpg 207w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsOfAdvice-104x150.jpg 104w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsOfAdvice-400x579.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 553px) 100vw, 553px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>People often ask me if I have any words of advice for young people&#8230;\u00a0Well here are a few simple admonitions.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> Never interfere in a boy-and-girl fight.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> Beware of whores who say they don&#8217;t want money.\u00a0In the long run these are the most expensive whores <\/strong>[&#8230;]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> If you&#8217;re doing business with a religious son-of-a-bitch,\u00a0Get it in writing.\u00a0Because his word isn&#8217;t worth shit.\u00a0Not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>If, after having been exposed to someone&#8217;s presence you feel as though you&#8217;ve lost a quart of plasma, avoid that presence.\u00a0You need it like you need pernicious anemia<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>We don&#8217;t like to hear the word &#8216;vampire&#8217; here;\u00a0we&#8217;re trying to improve our PI \u00a0(public image).\u00a0<\/strong><strong><em>Interdependence<\/em> is the key word. <em>Enlightened interdependence.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><strong>Life in all its rich variety: \u00ab<em>Tale a little, Leave a little&#8230;\u00bb \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><strong>However, by the inexorable logistics of the vampiric paroxys<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>THEY <em>ALWAYS<\/em> TAKE MORE THAN THEY NEED<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>Avoid fuck-ups. F-us, I tell them.\u00a0You all know the type.<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>Anything they have anything to do with, no matter how good it may sound, turns into a disaster.\u00a0Trouble for themselves everyone connected with them.\u00a0<\/strong><strong>A fu is bad news and it rubs it off.\u00a0Don\u00b4t let it rub off from you.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong> Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill. It&#8217;s a bottomless pit.<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>Tell them firmly:\u00a0<em>&#8216;I am not paid to listen to this drivel.<\/em>\u00a0<em>You are a terminal fu.&#8217;<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=YqBIgCb7dv0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-50602\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsofA.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsofA.jpg 480w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsofA-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsofA-150x113.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WordsofA-400x300.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Well here are a few simple admonitions for young and old.<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong> Never interfere in a boy-and-girl fight.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> Beware of whores who say they don&#8217;t want money.\u00a0The hell they don&#8217;t.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> What they mean is they want more money. Much more.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> If you&#8217;re doing business with a religious son-of-a-bitch,\u00a0Get it in writing.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> His word isn&#8217;t worth shit.\u00a0Not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Words of Advice for Young People<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>If, after having been exposed to someone&#8217;s presence you feel as though you&#8217;ve lost a quart of plasma, <\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>avoid that presence.\u00a0You need it like you need pernicious anemia<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Don&#8217;t like to hear the word &#8216;vampire&#8217; round here; \u00a0trying to improve our public image.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Now some of you may encounter the Devil&#8217;s Bargain, \u00a0if you get that far.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> Any old soul is worth saving \u00a0at least to a priest, \u00a0but not every soul is worth buying.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> So you can take the offer as a compliment.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong>They try the easy ones first.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> You know like money, \u00a0all the money there is.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> But who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery?<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> Money won&#8217;t buy. \u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Not much left to spend it on, eh gramps?<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> Getting too old to cut the mustard.<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Well time hits the hardest blows.\u00a0Especially below the belt.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> How&#8217;s a young body grab you?<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> Like three card monte, like pea under the shell.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Now you see it, now you don&#8217;t.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> Haven&#8217;t you forgotten something, gramps?<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong> In order to feel something,\u00a0You&#8217;ve got to be there.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>You have to be eighteen.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> You&#8217;re not eighteen.\u00a0You are seventy-eight.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #333300;\"> <strong> Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on.<\/strong><\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>Words of Advice for Young People . . .<\/strong><\/span><\/address><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/d3zF5JGBCOg\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2022 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=9M_G0cg8vr4&amp;index=37&amp;list=PLdCs_TZgxop2gumoeMYEiOe2E4BP_fiJv\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Whole Tamale<\/a> \u00a0\u2191<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">At present time there are estimated 40 million voters dedicated to minding other people&#8217;s business. I am referring of course to Reverend Gerry Falwell and his moral majority.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Now, this piece called <strong>\u00abThe Whole Tamale\u00bb<\/strong> was written in opposition to Senator Bradley&#8217;s proposition six some years ago, er, which would have barred any of them homosexuals from teaching jobs. And while proposition six was defeated, the spirit and the intention is very much alive. Make no mistake: proposition six is a potentially deadly threat to all minorities. As Senator Brady stated himself, <em>\u00abI&#8217;m not picking on homosexuals only; I&#8217;m after the whole tamale!\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Now, here&#8217;s someone named Arthur F_ R_, chairman of the white people&#8217;s committee to restore God&#8217;s law, editor of a lurid tabloid called <em>\u00abThe Torch\u00bb,<\/em> published in B_, Arkansas [&#8230;] After praising G_ Anita, he gets down to committee business. \u00a0The white people&#8217;s committee is not embarrassed to admit the we endorse [&#8230;?] execution of all homosexuals. <em>\u00abGod&#8217;s law calls for the death penalty for the faggot&#8217;s line, the whole filthy lot of them.\u00bb<\/em> Now [&#8230;?] s just warming up &#8211; he don&#8217;t stop there. Like Brady is after the whole tamale. He&#8217;s also the publisher of a book called \u00ab<em>The Negro &#8230; a beast\u00bb<\/em>, and his rag is replete with references to rabid sex [&#8230;?]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">These people &#8230; there are a lot of them, are a feeling to the most ignorant, bigoted and downright stupid in this country. Now, I&#8217;m not a politician and I&#8217;m not running for office and I I don&#8217;t have to respect anybody&#8217;s idiotic opinion. Now Brady says homosexuals can&#8217;t expect to be treated like normal people because they aren&#8217;t normal. Well, I say the same thing about fundamentalists: they can&#8217;t expect to be treated like reasonable people because they aren&#8217;t reasonable people. They&#8217;re dangerous lunatics! And also they&#8217;re basically unreliable and dishonest. I&#8217;ve never known a real righteous Bible Belter wasn&#8217;t a thief at heart. When you&#8217;re doing business with the religious son-of-a-bitch, get it in writing, because his word is worth a shit, not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. Now, fundamentalists are a menace to everybody in spaceship earth and they should be segregated into nuthouses . . .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AJTIedZVIVQ\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>\u2022 \u00a0What Keeps Mankind Alive\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0\u2191 \u00a0[K. Weil]<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993366;\">You gentlemen who think you have a mission to purge us of the seven deadly sins<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> Should first sort out the basic food position, then start your preaching, that\u2019s where it begins<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> Should learn, for once, the way the world is run<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> Food is the first thing, morals follow on<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993366;\">So first make sure that those who are now starving\u00a0get proper helpings when we all start carving<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #993366;\">What keeps mankind alive? \u00a0What keeps mankind alive?<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> The fact that millions are daily tortured, stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance in keeping its humanity repressed<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> And for once you must try not to shriek the facts<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #993366;\"> Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u25ca\u00a0 DREAMS<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211;\u00a0 Excerpts from a lecture by William S. Burroughs <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=uvX632ADwXw\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">on public discourse, recorded at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics on August 11, 1980.<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Aob-8Ho3T5U\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I found that sometimes I&#8217;m able to control a dream and sometimes I&#8217;m able to direct myself before, er &#8230; going to sleep to dream about a certain subject and, er&#8230; sometimes not.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Following, er&#8230; following down one, er &#8230; I said that the important thing was to see your hands in a dream. And I made an effort to do this a number of times. And, er &#8230; only a couple of times did I succeed in actually seeing my hands in a dream.\u00a0The dream in which I saw my hands, I looked in the mirror and my face was black, I turned into a nigger, but I looked at my hands: were still white. So I had made a conscious attempt to see my hands; more than a few times that I succeeded.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dream logic seems to proceed on associations. As one thing is associated with another, for example, er &#8230; a Paris restaurant could lead you to Paris, France, according to dream logic, which is also literal, a literal use of words.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And I suppose you all know, to me one of the most important, er&#8230; new, er&#8230; facts about dreams is that they are a biological necessity. You see, they have made experiments of waking people up&#8230; Whenever they start to dream, they can tell by the <em>Rapid Eye Movements<\/em>, and also by the brainwaves. The brainwaves of dreams are very much like the brainwaves of people when they&#8217;re awake. And if they keep interfering with the, er &#8230; <strong>REM<\/strong> sleep, that&#8217;s the dream sleep, a very [&#8230;?] will show all the symptoms of sleeplessness, no matter how much dream sleep they&#8217;re allowed, and eventually it will be fatal. It&#8217;s, er &#8230; within two weeks, or so. So we know now that dreams are a biologic necessity, which means they must serve a very important function.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Well, you have both, er &#8230; both words and images across in most dreams, something comparable to a film, and also people, I myself and suppose everybody, er &#8230; figures their dreams about films that they&#8217;ve seen. Sometimes, of course, you&#8217;ll have more &#8230; a preponderance of words, and sometimes a preponderance of images. I make quite a collection of dream phrases, that&#8217;s words that occur in dreams are often just words between sleeping and waking, and you get a very peculiar sort of &#8216;<em>grammar&#8217;<\/em>. If I can remember &#8230;<em>\u00abWhere naked troubadour shoots snotty baboons.\u00bb<\/em> was one.\u00a0They came in as words, I&#8217;ll talk about it now, it&#8217;s coming in as words, without any &#8230; any clear image content, but, er &#8230; I think more often you&#8217;ll have, er &#8230; words and images mixed just like they are in a talking film.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Leary &#8230; Leary says, and I think I started to agree with him, that the next step is to go into space, to leave the planet but, er&#8230; we&#8217;re not there yet&#8230; Here we have an artifact weighing about 170 pounds that cannot exist outside a very specialised environment, a sort of a whole <em>Aqualung<\/em>, and the official space programs state that now they propose to solve this, they&#8217;re going to move this whole artifact, the human artifact, in its environment from one place to another. It would&#8217;t occur to them to start from the other end. Now you have an object access the human body and you want to transport X to space when need there is. And X is heavy, it can only live in a whole medium, so why not [. . . ?] to reduce its weight and its dependency on its medium? That would seem to be a logical approach to the problem. And this would not occur to the official programs because they accept, er &#8230; the, er&#8230; the human artifact with all its limitations. In a fact they accepted limitations imposed by, er&#8230; Christianity, by what [&#8230;?] calls the <em>&#8216;slave gods&#8217;<\/em>. Now, er &#8230; embodies much to dance for space conditions, we have a model to hand and that is &#8216;Let&#8217;s dance&#8217;, in fact almost weightless and that would be the astral or dream body. And I postulate that the functions of dreams may be, er &#8230; to prepare us for space, and that is why they are, er &#8230; a biological necessity.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Now as to whether you can get a, er &#8230; a dream body to exist apart from the physical body, er &#8230; well, that would be a matter for research. I think the, er &#8230; the man who&#8217;s done the most research on this subject is Robert Monroe; the road journey is out of the body and I was down to see &#8211; he&#8217;s got the machinery there, er &#8230; he thinks that he can eventually exteriorize people by a machine, and I don&#8217;t know how [&#8230;?] these machines are; I saw some of them, but I didn&#8217;t see them in operation. But I know he&#8217;s got a long way since them; that was about three years ago&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There&#8217;s a man named John Donne, not poet John Donne; he was an English mathematician and physicist, and he wrote a book called &#8216;<em>An experiment with Time&#8217;<\/em>, which was published in 1924. He found that his dream<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=M4jCdcMHK10\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-46484 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WSB_BM.jpg\" alt=\"WSB_BM\" width=\"183\" height=\"275\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WSB_BM.jpg 183w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/WSB_BM-100x150.jpg 100w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 183px) 100vw, 183px\" \/><\/a>s contained future material, material on the future; he said that anybody would write their dreams down over a period of time would turn up, er &#8230; in dreams that fairly refer to the future occurrences, and I&#8217;ve done this over a period of time and I turned up a number of this. But he also developed a [&#8230;] called the <em>&#8216;Serial Universe&#8217;<\/em>, which is, er &#8230; here you are and then there&#8217;s the observer&#8230; an observer about that to infinity so, er &#8230; he definitely did think that dreams were, er &#8230; contact with level &#8230; different levels of the serial universe.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Donne makes an important point. He said if you dream about an earthquake or a fire, and this is, er &#8230; happens [&#8230;?] nothing, you are <em>not<\/em> dreaming about the event itself but about the <em>moment<\/em> when you become aware of it, er &#8230; usually a newspaper picture, or something like that, in other words, you are dreaming of your future, er .. time track. And there&#8217;s not much to suggest that you have any influence, at least not in that &#8230; in that time dream.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There&#8217;s a famous story about, er &#8230; a man who solved an equation in a dream, I believe. He saw the equation had been bothering him, and all of a sudden he [. . . ?] in a certain way and, er &#8230; so I think this is, er &#8230; experience that happens quite often. The idea that dreams are illogical of course it&#8217;s not true at all. I&#8217;ve gotten from dreams perfectly coherent, er &#8230; narrative stories, no one would know it was a dream, er &#8230; sometimes I get a whole chapter that way, which I in fact read: I picked a book in a dream and read it, and then I&#8217;m able, sometimes, to transcribe that later when I&#8217;m awake.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Uh &#8230; well, that&#8217;s about all.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2193\u00a0 Ghost of Chance<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SMcODORZB-I\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> 1914 &#8211; 1997 \u00abDeath smells&#8230; I mean death has a special smell; over and above the smell of cyanide, cordite, blood, carrion or burned flesh. It is a gray smell: stops the heart and cuts off the breath. 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