I Like The Writings Of William Burroughs
Breakthrough In The Grey Room... ~cut!shift~tangle~wordlines~
this particular writer messed me up! on a scrawled school yearbook reccommendation from an elder classmate I admired,I steered my skinny,shy inquisitive 14 year-old self to the fiction stacks at the smalltown library and checked out "the ticket that exploded" I was in NO WAY prepared for the mental tempest the encapsulated images transferred to my impressionable mind. grrrross! It was years before I delved back into the writings of good old uncle Bill...once, a close friend mentioned that his father was working at WSB communications in Lawrence,KS.One of his literary executors..."Come with me some time for dinner and drinks-I'm sure William would like you..." whaaa!?! ~he would have liked my cute,obnoxious,perma-intoxicated 20-something year-old self,sure.other priorities took precedence,unfortunately.
I was walking by City Lights Bookstore when I heard the news of his passing-synchronistic morning,that. a farewell to El Hombre Invisible,dinner awaits in another existance.Perhaps beyond the western lands.
actually I'm more fond of his various recordings and have collected most of them over the years.The third-mind/cut-up/Gysin-let -the-mice in postulations made a huge impact on the way I approached working with sound ~and always will. I was chatting with Gus Van Sant a few years ago and was dying to tell him of my prized copy of "the Elvis of letters" a 12" single they collaborated on in the early 90's-but the window of opportunity didn't present.Duuude,mine is on blue vinyl...nothing left but the recordings,and the ensuing cultural ripples and the many assorted teenaged brains torn assunder."towers,open fire"
this particular writer messed me up! on a scrawled school yearbook reccommendation from an elder classmate I admired,I steered my skinny,shy inquisitive 14 year-old self to the fiction stacks at the smalltown library and checked out "the ticket that exploded" I was in NO WAY prepared for the mental tempest the encapsulated images transferred to my impressionable mind. grrrross! It was years before I delved back into the writings of good old uncle Bill...once, a close friend mentioned that his father was working at WSB communications in Lawrence,KS.One of his literary executors..."Come with me some time for dinner and drinks-I'm sure William would like you..." whaaa!?! ~he would have liked my cute,obnoxious,perma-intoxicated 20-something year-old self,sure.other priorities took precedence,unfortunately.
I was walking by City Lights Bookstore when I heard the news of his passing-synchronistic morning,that. a farewell to El Hombre Invisible,dinner awaits in another existance.Perhaps beyond the western lands.
actually I'm more fond of his various recordings and have collected most of them over the years.The third-mind/cut-up/Gysin-let -the-mice in postulations made a huge impact on the way I approached working with sound ~and always will. I was chatting with Gus Van Sant a few years ago and was dying to tell him of my prized copy of "the Elvis of letters" a 12" single they collaborated on in the early 90's-but the window of opportunity didn't present.Duuude,mine is on blue vinyl...nothing left but the recordings,and the ensuing cultural ripples and the many assorted teenaged brains torn assunder."towers,open fire"
51-55, M
