Dead Air Space

Oh yeah, i finally read Junky too. Burroughs certainly has a way with words, but this just isn’t my favourite of his. Yes, it’s a wonderful read, but fuck, Naked Lunch is everything i want to write in this world. All of my friends tend to disagree with me though.

Speaking of, on my more, um, cough, professional seeming blog i posted a cut-up of burroughs i wrote. Have a read ya’ll?

http://afinedeadsound.blogspot.com/2011/11/william-s-burroughs-coined-term-heavy.html

It’s cut up from the soft machine i do believe.

Ich bin eine wunderbare Schriftstellerin (nicht)

The likely odours find a wholesome myth to shit in  
and hence to evince the beautiful, whose reproduction is witnessed by translucent bodies 
and emerges as a fetid exchange of one moment, 
visible, to a vanished separation of morbidity. 

Wholesome smells of the race. 

The absence of bloodstained sound signals the functioning of the body betraying none of its processes, 
as it eludes excremental riches. 

The inscription of its olfactory vitality immediately belongs to the rich, 
to the quasi-palatable society of the attractive, 
society where wholesome digestion signals the liquidation of pure production. 

Nutrition escapes and gives away nothing.
From the digestion of the species to simple well-beings,
An economy of odourless progeny occurs.  

Survival is odour and blood and excrement and sets bodies wholesome 
even where money stands for everything. 

Burroughs’ and Gysin’s Cut-Up Method. I cannot fathom. Blows Minds. Shakes Shit Up.