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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 00:31:47 -0400

Reply-To:     Alex Howard <kh14586@ACS.APPSTATE.EDU>

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From:         Alex Howard <kh14586@ACS.APPSTATE.EDU>

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

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On Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Jeffrey Weinberg wrote:

 

> William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.

> Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.

>

 

This is quite possibly the shittiest year of my life.  Hunke, Jan, and

George Burns were just last year.  Ginsberg, then Robert Mitchum and

Jimmy Stewart.  Now Old Bull.  I've no heroes left.

 

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Alex Howard  (704)264-8259                    Appalachian State University

kh14586@acs.appstate.edu                      P.O. Box 12149

http://www.acs.appstate.edu/~kh14586          Boone, NC  28608

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 00:52:43 -0400

Reply-To:     "Hipster Beat Poet." <jdematte@TURBO.KEAN.EDU>

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

Subject:      Reflections of Burroughs

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granted i'm only 23 and haven't been beyond the Jersey Shore but ever

since i started reading about William Burroughs and the many stories

about this literary genius, i just have to say that living in the time of

greats (Ginsberg, Burroughs,...even Ballard) this is how it must have

been to live in the days of Shakespeare. Now that bill has past on, i as

a writer have nothing to be inspired by,( notice a tad of hero worship)

nothing to

gain since there will never be any more writings of william s burroughs.

        maybe now they'll lower the damn price on Naked Lunch the video,

(corporate scheme) maybe now Buscemi will be in a movie about Burrough's

life. Hell, get Copolla to film "On the Road" or something to document

the lives of the Beats in a way we can all remember them by. Do this so they

will continue to influence our banal artistic existence that the 90s have

been serving us.

I may be getting a bit deep and depressing, but i've never lived in a time

period with literary legends until now.

        i don't believe in the christian afterlife but if its true then

Burroughs, Kerouac, Ginsberg, Sommervillle and Gysin will have all

eternity to be creative.

        oh one more thing: if it matters, my birthday is on February 5th

too, 1974. It's exactly sixty years apart from Bill's.

 

                                                we love you

                                                Old Bull Lee,

                                                        jason

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Date:         Sat, 2 Aug 1997 23:25:47 -0700

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

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From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      A poem by the Beat-L party

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Greetings beetles, we are doing a "round robin" poetry to capture the

spirit of the first ever Bay Area beat-l party.

 

*****

a generation gap

a sparking of times, events, and people i scarecly recognize

grabbing together all pieces in my memory of who these people are

and almost succeeding

talking of times, events and memories that occurred before i was born

of sex, drugs, events, places that no longer exist

a matter of bridging together those who knew and those who are just

begining to know

of sparking interst in new blood to rejuvinate the passion and the

rawness of the beat generation

of drinking wine, of laughing, of smoking dope

and feeling like a child sitting at the adults party

just listening and absorbing everything in

and learning along the way  -by lisa rabey

 

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All right, time, you fucker,

You killed him tonight.

So I take you by the throat and I ask.

 

These gathered Homerics,

Veterans of battles

Whose songs, even, scarce reach me.

 

Is their blood and mine kin?

Or must I tromp

Down dauntless corridors

 

That their wisdom

Of pot and wine and strange deathless camaraderie,

Their true blood,

Might flow and fire these very veins?

 

                - Michael R. Brown

 

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 02:40:25 -0400

Reply-To:     DIXCIN@AOL.COM

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From:         Dixon Edmiston <DIXCIN@AOL.COM>

Subject:      WSB

 

   Earth receive an honored guest

   Old Bull Lee is laid to rest

 

 

   Son-of-a-Bitch, what a lousy stinkin' day.

 

   Dixon

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 03:01:19 -0400

Reply-To:     Terry & Lenor Coomber <tcoomber@CIACCESS.COM>

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From:         Terry & Lenor Coomber <tcoomber@CIACCESS.COM>

Subject:      WSB

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Yes, he's dead,

and the world cranks over

once more

                L Coomber

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 02:11:16 -0500

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

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From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      Re: Bay Area Beat-L Bash

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James Stauffer wrote:

>

> Beat-ler's

>

> Present,  James Stauffer, Sherri, Glenn Todd,

> Ernie Edwards, Lisa Rabey and friend Michael, Jerry and Estelle Cimino.

> Leon Tabory just called and is on the way from San Francisco with Anne

> Marie Murphey.

>

sweet beats

i sat and looked at him, peacful. interesting looking even still and

palest yet.

 

james on his knees, james was son and father to william,

credit him with williams joy and bouyancy, he saved williams life,

i always saw the deep respect they felt for each other, love and ease.

a grandmas house with ponds and fish, and

god he deeply loved his cats, his memories and caring for those

to him magical beasts. i teased him once about a picture where he

craddled lena and said, not too many pictures of him craddling,

he looked shocked and said we have great pictures of me craddling cats.

that cats were just perfect for craddling.

he had a good time here in kansas, he seemed happy and interested.

if any word fits him it would be interested. he was so excited and

interested in life, his focus was remarkable.  He was just a damn fine

friend and buddy. fun and kind and made me less provincial.

 

his house with the deep rich red porch. is gathering bouquets now in the

dark, his friend were mostly young people but george was old and dear.

 

celebrate ,move on clear

p

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 01:19:23 -0700

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

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From:         runner <babu@ELECTRICITI.COM>

Subject:      Re: Fools (with tools)

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At 6:12 PM -0700 8/1/97, James William Marshall wrote:

 

> If he gets bored, he can shoot me, I wouldn't mind.

>

 

james what about the women

the ones you said you'd bring around

the cheap ones and the earnest ones

and the diamond you stuck in yer bed?

 

honey she don't mind you forever

she just lay you down and fuck you

can't bear to be burdened flat and magnificent

as she sucks and burrows and angles over everything

centered on yer head

 

flying flying and centered right on

lift of helium, lift of spirits, propulsion

married, flirtatious, original sin

take the baby and kick him

beat him, destroy him

 

if I were you, I'd run

 

>                                                      James M.

 

 

 

http://www.electriciti.com/babu/        |   0   |

step aside, and let the man go thru     |  { -  |

        ---->  let the man go thru      |  /\   |

super bon-bon (soul coughing)           =========

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 03:03:42 -0500

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

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

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Jeffrey Weinberg wrote:

>

> William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.

> Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.

 

I strain to believe

the words i read

that tell of the passing

of a mind

so powerful

so influential

on my life

 

can it be true?

yes.

oh God and gods tell me no

but their voices

merely affirm

the truth

and the great sadness

falls down over me

surrounds

my mind

and my body

compleatly and totally

 

tears stream down

my face

at our loss

a mind so far ahead

 

loss

loss

loss

only words my fingers

can think to hit

the keyboard

 

i want to use three

tape recorders to show

it isn't true

but fear it would fail

 

how does one describe

a mind that

has directed my quests

for so long

i don't know

 

i will share in

s   i   l   e   n   c   e

 

david rhaesa

salina Kansas

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 03:01:42 -0700

Reply-To:     vic.begrand@sk.sympatico.ca

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From:         Adrien Begrand <vic.begrand@SK.SYMPATICO.CA>

Subject:      the final breakthrough

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This is the worst fucking year I've ever had.

Everyone's dying on me.

Family, friends, and heroes.

MotherFUCK.

 

Adrien

 

"When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow."

--Uncle Bill

(I have a .wav file of that quote (63k), and I can send it out to anyone

who wants it. Lemme know.)

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 05:23:45 -0400

Reply-To:     Ddrooy@AOL.COM

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From:         Diane De Rooy <Ddrooy@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Fwd: The Passing of WSB

 

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Forwarded message:

Subj:    The Passing of WSB

Date:    97-08-03 05:19:03 EDT

From:    MemBabe

 

Please come to the Beat Generation private chat room today beginning at noon

EDT (9am PDT) for a time of reflection on the life of the great, gritty,

naked William S. Burroughs, who has passed over to the other side.

 

Bring writing, poetry, your own heart and soul and gather together here: <A HR

EF="http://www.hyperreal.org/wsb/asshole.html"> </A><A HREF="aol://2719:2-2-be

at%20generation">beat generation</A>

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A snip from<A HREF="http://www.hyperreal.org/wsb/asshole.html"> http://www.hyp

erreal.org/wsb/asshole.html</A>:

 

Did I Ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk?

by William S. Burroughs

Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole

abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike

anything I had ever heard.

"This 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.

"This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a

novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he

called "The Better 'Ole' that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it

but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?'

"'Nah! I had to go relieve myself.'

"After 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.

"Then 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 on the

street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. 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: 'It's

you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we don't need you around

here any

more. I can talk and eat AND shit.'

"After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a

tadpole's tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call

un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind 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- except for the EYES you dig. That's one

thing the asshole COULDN'T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve

connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn't

give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while

you could

see the silent, 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's eyes on the end of a stalk.

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 04:37:30 -0500

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Subject:      Burroughs in my imagination 1992

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Excerpts from Mississippi - November 1992

 

 

>From the farmhouse you could see the pyramids you could see the Berlin

wall you could see Saturn=92s rings and Zeus and Prometheus came by for

coffee from time to time and Sisyphus rolled by once in early September

and wished me a happy birthday and I asked him how he knew and he said

he=92s a psychic stone roller.  I asked him if he was happy and he told m=

e

that it=92s just a myth and not to get caught up in Ms. Grundy=92s angst.=

=20

tell her to go fly a kite and if you fly one with her the nanny might

quit and then Mary Poppins will show up and invite you to marry her

sister Isis and live in a farmhouse ....

 

Not many people came by the farmhouse after she put the blankets over

the windows the rumor was that the house was cursed and that the ghosts

living there ate children for breakfast.  But after the exorcism the

neighbor boy called me Tarzan and I bummed smokes from his Mom ...

Marlboro=92s I think although it was a long time back.

 

Dennis Hopper came by and couldn=92t decide if he was in Blue Velvet or

Razor=92s edge and he slipped back and forth as he knocked on the door an=

d

asked if I could spare a cup of cogentin and I olbiged him and he

disappeared into one of the graves by the Casey=92s.

 

And Burroughs came with Calamity.  and I talked of cut-ups and rhetoric

and listend to Burroughs talk with JW=92s mixes of Amazing Grace and Ben=92=

s

acid house music and we watched the sparkles on the ceiling and made a

tape of it and when we got claustrophobic Old Bull told us that he=92d

watch the farmhouse while we were out in the Iowa hills=20

 

somewhere between Riverside and Heaven and looking up at the sky we

realized that there wasn=92t any real difference between the Iowa skyline

and the O=92Hare lightshow and we hurried back to tell Old Bull (after

being chased by a rapid dog) we flew back on a DC-10 that we created in

our mutual hallucination and we got back to the farmhouse and dashed

into the blue room and Calamity had headed for the 6-20 to bond and we

turned to find Burroughs had slipped out through the cassette deck

 

And James Dean was hiding in the closet though it appeared Burroughs had

visited him there for an interlude.  If James hadn=92t left his motorcycl=

e

in the driveway nobody ever would have known but he left it there and

Sue had pointed it out to me and we found him in the closet and Calamity

invited him to come out but Jimmy Dean said he=92d wait for Cher at the

Five and Dime and Calamity told him that Cher was busy with Jack in

Eastwick.

 

Jack was saying =93Honey I=92m Home=94 as he tied her to a stake and burn=

ed

her like in Salem, like Joan of Arc, like me in the WRAC house, a vision

during a drumming ritual, before Joy hit my drum to say I saw safe and

Jack didn=92t bother with using gays for kindling like they did when they

invented the word faggot before the kindling faggot was just European

for cigarette butt and Calamity would go int the closet and talk to

Jimmy Dean from time to time I didn=92t eavesdrop on those times.

 

Calamity left to watch the mentals and used my house as a reference and

I wondered if he thought I was crazier than the ones with blades in

their arms and I sonwered if I was crazier than the ones with blades in

their arms. =20

 

And as I walked through the madness I would sometimes stop at the Bowery

across the street at Gypsy Daisy=92s and watch Melanie at Woodstock on TV

while a Manson look-alike made love to an imaginary canary in the soup

kitchen.

 

Burroughs came back to help me with the Voodoo ritual and then all those

people came to look at the farmhouse and I showed Burroughs the Aleph

and we talked with Borges in the basement with the silver-mirrored walls

and candles and we talked to Woody and Leadbelly and Burroughs said he

preferred Jazz and I said I had hillbilly roots and he said that

explained a lot.  Which struck me funny because it was the same thing

Sue had said.

 

And I need to go turn Kerouac over - listen to his other side - You

really have to wonder how many sides there are to Jack Kerouac to Allen

Ginsberg to William Burroughs they have many sides many angles and I

wonder if you put them together in a jigsaw puzzle or a rubix cube if

anyone could put the pieces together and I wonder how many different

pictures patterns could come from them. =20

 

With genetic engineering we could take Jack, Allen and Bill throw in a

little bit of Dylan for muse and sprinkle on some Billie Holiday and

throw it in the old genetic mixer and watch those DNA spirals twist and

turn throw the mix into a pan and toss it in the oven and I wonder if

they=92d come out of the oven looking like Hansel or Gretel?  And would

they be allergic to ginger-bread?

 

You know DNA is just AND spelled backwards.  It=92s kind of funny that it

took the scientists so long to discover the importance of those three

letters when I learned it on Saturday morning cartoons =93Conjunction

Junction - What=92s Your Function - picking up words and prhases and

clauses=94

 

Clauses in the grammatical sense not in the Santa sense.  Santa Claus is

a myth like Sisyphus like Kerouac Ginsberg and Burroughs aren=92t myths

yet cause they ain=92t dead.  They=92re legends in their own time.

 

But what time is it?

Beat time?

 

Burroughs says that you can=92t go back to the 20s and if you can it=92s

only as an observer and he explained out of body experience to me and I

have to wonder if I went back to Saint Joseph Missouri right now and

explained out of body experiences to old Doc Whitehead  --- I wonder if

he=92d lock me up and give me Haldol again and would be short change on

the cogentin?

 

Lock-jaw. =20

Lock-jaw is a frightening thing when you=92re wanting to be a singer but

now it doesn=92t matter cuz I want to be a typer.  I can=92t say i=92m a

writer more like Jack it=92s typing and that=92s a compliment to him.  It=

=92s

rainy and gloomy here in the attic and the phone won=92t be on until

tomorrow and although I should go vacuum the cave and turn in the cave I

think i=92ll wat until tomorrow=20

 

                better for the digestive system you know=20

                        to put off until tomorrow=20

                what you were supposed to put off until yesterday

 

but what if they call the law again and demand more money capitalist

yuppie pigs.  Dear Landlord please don=92t put a price on my soul.  hell

-- you can=92t touch my soul but does it really matter whether I vacuum

the fucking place.  You and I both know that you=92re going to clean it

again and paint and everything before somebody else moves in to that

cave.  Can=92t you just leave me alone leave my wallet along

 

Leave me with Bill and Jack and Allen and Bob and all the other friends

I haven=92t ever met except in my mind.  A meeting of the minds.

 

A meeting of the minds.  We had a meeting of the minds once right out

there on Centennial Bridge - Burroughs, Kerouac and Dizzie Gillispie

with Charlie Parker riding around in a pick up truck with JW and the

truck said Dirty Dawg on the side of it.  And Burroughs suggested a

drink.

 

Burroughs suggested a drink and we ducked into a little dive with Elvis

on the walls, Elvis on Velvet on the walls of the bar and I asked if

water was free and the bartender kicked us out so JW and Charlie Parker

pointed us down the street to a place called the Doo Dah or the Bar

depending on your dimension and Jack and Bull and I went in and watched

the scene and I sang along with the music in my head which didn=92t alway=

s

match the jukebox but nobody noticed and then Black Bart came in with

his twenty gallon cowboy hat and sat down in the middle of the bar and

he was showing off until I sang:

 

ABC as easy as 123 I tell you know do re mi ABC 123 baby you and me girl

 

and he about broke his neck looking at this lily white bum sitting with

a bunch of beat old ghosts singing the Jackson-Five and I through to

myself what did he expect me to sing some Partridge Family Shit like

 

I think I love you

 

or  the theme from the Love boat.

 

I went to the phone pressed the secret combination to announce the

rapture and as I walked out of the bar I heard Burroughs croak to

Kerouac  =93How long do you think it=92ll take?=94  So I started my stop =

watch

and my countdown timer and set my alarm for midnight Greenwich Mean Time

and wondered what time it was at the Admiral=92s Place on Cherry Tree Lan=

e

just down the block from number 17 .....

 

and I stood on the corner and sang =93When the Saint=92s go Marching In=94=

 and

Kerouac and Burroughs and I must have looked like Willie and the Poor

Boys white-washed gosts singing of saints and some woman warned me that

i=92d be arrested and I announced that my old roommate worked for the US

attorney general and let them try to arrest me -  it was true about the

roommate and an old friend was also working for the Supreme Court but it

would take a few more days for me to marry her in a Star Trek wedding at

the Foundation stone across the river with the streets lined with

pennies and Burroughs and Jack said they couldn=92t keep up and I told

them i=92d catch them later and went out in search of Charlie Parker and

JW across the Centennial Bridge .

 

 

(must have seemed really crazy walking around talking to all these folks

that nobody else could see)

 

david rhaesa=20

salina, Kansas

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 07:07:39 -0400

Reply-To:     Ddrooy@AOL.COM

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

From:         Diane De Rooy <Ddrooy@AOL.COM>

Subject:      beat generation chat room on aol

 

I may have sent a fucked-up link to the beat generation chat room. Here it is

again:

 <A HREF="aol://2719:2-2-beat generation">beat generation</A> .

 

If this doesn't work, send me an instant message once online, and i'll get

you there.

 

If anyone knows of an Internet location where people from all services can

gather and chat live, this would be a great time to do that. Otherwise, I

don't know how to get people to the chatroom on AOL if they aren't

subscribers.

 

If you can get to the bg chatroom, it's happening at noon EDT, 9am PDT.

 

If you can't come, and want to send a condolence or message, feel free to

send your message through me and i will read it there, transcribe the chat,

and send a copy to you later.

 

Any other questions, please feel free to write or phone me.

 

ddr

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 14:16:46 +0200

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

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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

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"Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing

all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us

before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on

it, this only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The

one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us

sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the

remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced

in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to

admit it) in death." --- Jack Kerouac.

 

 

At 23.26 02/08/97 -0400, Jeffrey Weinberg <Waterrow@AOL.COM> wrote:

>William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.

>Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.

>

>

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 07:50:16 -0500

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

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

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

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

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Rinaldo Rasa wrote:

>

> "Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing

> all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us

> before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on

> it, this only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The

> one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us

> sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the

> remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced

> in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to

> admit it) in death." --- Jack Kerouac.

>

> At 23.26 02/08/97 -0400, Jeffrey Weinberg <Waterrow@AOL.COM> wrote:

> >William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.

> >Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.

> >

> >

 

"Now there are two routes to immortality.  They might be designated as:

slow down or speed-up, or straight-ahead or detour.  Reference aphorisms

of the Old White Hunter.  In the time that you face death directly, you

are immortal.  That's the straight-ahead route.  The slow-down detour

vampire route -- take a little, leave a little, sure, skim a year off a

thousand citizens, they won't know the difference -- but what happens

when you run short of citizens, which you will sooner or later?  Also,

speed up route is a kill route, whereas slow-down is a manipulate,

degrade, humiliate, enslave route.

        So how does one face death head on? ... without flinching and without

posturing -- which is always to be seen as a form of evasion, runs away,

like Lord Jim and Francis Macomber, there is hope.

        . . . a well-known and documented schism, something familiar about that

figure moving farther and farther away.  'Why!  Himself!'  Like the song

say, 'They don't come back, won't come back, once they're gone . . .'"

p.119-120  William S. Burroughs, My Education: A Book of Dreams.

 

listening to Lou Reed's "Magic and Loss" cd -- pass through the fire

right now.  As things are going in fates magic circles these days, this

cd could wear out at any moment.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 11:33:04 -0400

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

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Comments: To: Ddrooy@aol.com

 

The muse is satiated

Her wand of magic distilled

Her nefarious boy came home

 

Charles Plymell, Cherry Valley, NY, August 3, 1997

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 11:44:16 -0400

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Subject:      Burroughs

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          <stauffer@pacbell.net>,

          baculum@mci2000.com, jwhite333@sprintmail.com, fi@oceanstar.com

 

The muse is satiate and paid

Her wand of magic distilled

Her nefarious boy came home

And cats have found their pillows

 

Charles Plymell, Cherry Valley, NY, August 3, 1997

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 12:36:51 -0400

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          Seward23@aol.com, love_singing@msn.com, baculum@mci2000.com,

          brooklyn@netcom.com

 

Last night two arrogantly greatfully beaufil tiger lilies burst into bloom in

front of our house. Our old rescued stray cat, Mr, Buster had one of his

animal friends (I think  young Mr. Skunky) sneak in for dinner. The new

catfood box was empty.

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 12:44:08 -0400

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Here's the article from the AP.

 

>  Maria Sudekum                =20

>  Associated Press             =20

>

>  K A N S A S =A0 C I T Y, =A0Mo. =8B  =20

>  William S. Burroughs, the

>  stone-faced godfather of the

>  "Beat generation" whose

>  experimental novel _Naked Lunch_

>  unleashed an underground world

>  that defied narration, died

>  Saturday. He was 83.

>  Burroughs died at 6:50 p.m.

>  in Lawrence, Kan., at Lawrence

>  Memorial Hospital, about 24 hours

>  after suffering a heart attack,

>  said Ira Silverberg, his longtime

>  New York publicist.

>  =A0=A0 "The passing of William

>  Burroughs leaves us with few

>  great American writers. His

>  presence in the American literary

>  landscape was unparalleled,"

>  Silverberg said.

>  =A0=A0 Published in 1959, _The

>  Naked Lunch_ used unconventional

>  writing techniques to depict an

>  underground world fighting a

>  technological society that was

>  self destructing.

>  =A0=A0 _The Naked Lunch_ was both

>  praised as literary genius and

>  dismissed as indecipherable

>  garbage because Burroughs wrote

>  it without standard narrative

>  prose, used abrupt transitions,

>  placed the chapters in random

>  order and wrote in a

>  stream-of-conciousness style.

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>        A Benchmark Trial

>     The book also was the subject of

>  a precedent-setting obscenity

>  trial because of its violence and

>  explicit sex. Publishers

>  eventually won an appeal in

>  Boston, and the book was

>  published in the United States in

>  1962.

>  =A0=A0 _Naked Lunch,_ which

>  prompted Norman Mailer to say

>  Burroughs was possibly the most

>  talented writer in America, made

>  Burroughs famous as a spokesman

>  for the Beat generation.

>  =A0=A0 Burroughs continued his

>  unconventional style by using a

>  technique called cut-ups in

>  subsequent books, including _The

>  Soft Machine_ (1961), _The Ticket

>  that Exploded_ (1962), and _Nova

>  Express_ (1964). Cut-ups involved

>  random cutting and pasting and

>  folding into his own writing

>  quotations from other authors,

>  newspapers and other media.

>  =A0 =A0 Burroughs was an important

>  influence on other Beat writers

>  such as Allen Ginsberg and Jack

>  Kerouac, who were fledging

>  writers when they met Burroughs

>  in New York in the 1940s.

>   =A0=A0 The three are now considered

>  the core of the Beat movement,

>  which flourished in the 1950s by

>  condemning middle-class life and

>  praising individualism. Kerouac's

>  _On the Road,_ Ginsberg's _Howl_

>  and Burroughs' _The Naked Lunch,_

>  are generally considered the most

>  important works to come out of

>  the movement.

>

>       Breaking From Convention

>     _Naked Lunch_ was pretty much=8CNaked Lunch=B9 was pretty much

>  the essence of his work,=B2 said

>  Morris Dickstein, a professor of

>  English at City University of New

>  York. "It came out when writers

>  were trying to do something new

>  to explore the irrational side of

>  the mind, to try and get away

>  from conventional techniques."

>     Born in 1914 in St. Louis,

>  Burroughs was the grandson and

>  namesake of the inventor of the

>  adding machine, but he said that

>  his parents were not wealthy and

>  were rejected by the city's

>  elite.

>  =A0=A0 Burroughs was educated at

>  the John Burroughs School and

>  Taylor School, both in St. Louis,

>  and at a prep school in Los

>  Alamos, N.M. He received a

>  bachelor's degree in English from

>  Harvard University in 1936 and

>  did some graduate work in

>  ethnology and archeology.

>  =A0=A0 After moving to New York

>  City, Burroughs developed a

>  heroin addiction and was a junkie

>  for about 15 years. During this

>  period he lived in Texas, New    =20

>  Orleans, Mexico City, South

>  America, Northern Africa, Paris

>  and London. He did little writing

>  at the time, but his experiences

>  were the fodder for many of his

>  books.

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>        A Tragic Incident

>     He married a German-Jewish

>  refugee, but only to enable the

>  woman to emigrate to the United

>  States. They were divorced in

>  1946. The same year, Burroughs

>  entered into a common law

>  marriage with Joan Vollmer.

>  =A0=A0 In later years, Burroughs

>  acknowledged he was homosexual

>  and said Vollmer was the only

>  woman with whom he ever had a

>  serious relationship.

>  =A0=A0 Burroughs' life was changed

>  forever in 1951 when, after a day

>  of drinking and drugs, he

>  accidentally shot and killed

>  Vollmer. Burroughs, who always

>  had a penchant for guns, said he

>  was trying to shoot a glass off

>  his wife's head and instead shot

>  her in the forehead.

>   =A0 In a biography published in

>  1982, _Literary Outlaw,_

>  Burroughs said that shooting led

>  to his becoming a serious writer.

>     "I am forced to the

>  appalling conclusion that I would

>  never have become a writer but

>  for Joan's death, and to a

>  realization of the extent to

>  which this event has motivated

>  and formulated my writing. I live

>  with the constant threat of

>  possession, and a constant need

>  to escape from possession, from

>  Control. So the death of Joan

>  brought me in contact with the

>  invader, the Ugly Spirit and

>  maneuvered me into a lifelong

>  struggle, in which I have had no

>  choice except to write my way

>  out."

>  =A0=A0 Burroughs was charged with

>  the equivalent of involuntary

>  manslaughter and fled Mexico.

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>      To Oblivion and Back

>     The couple had a son, Bill Jr.,

>  in 1947. He was an alcoholic and

>  drug addict who died of cirrhosis

>  of the liver in 1981.

>   =A0 Burroughs essentially

>  disappeared from the literary

>  scene while living in London in

>  the early 1970s. His influence

>  began to grow again when, at

>  Ginsberg's urging, he returned to

>  New York City in 1974.

>  =A0=A0 Shortly after his return,

>  Burroughs met James Grauerholz,

>  who became his secretary and

>  began renewing Burroughs=B9 career

>  by scheduling readings across the

>  country and in Europe.

>  =A0=A0 Burroughs continued to

>  influence artists and musicians

>  through the hippies of the 1960s

>  and the punks of the 1970s.

>  Musicians such as David Bowie,

>  Lou Reed and Patti Smith have

>  cited Burroughs as an important

>  influence.

>     "He gave them techniques to

>  get inside the dark side of the

>  mind," said Dickstein, who wrote

>  a book on the 1960s called _Gates

>  of Eden._ "He explored the

>  fantastic, the irrational, so he

>  freed them from a pretty rational

>  form of literary narration."

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>       An Elder Statesman=8CEleder Statesman=B9

>     Burroughs began using drugs again

>  and Grauerholz, who went to

>  school at the University of

>  Kansas, persuaded Burroughs to

>  move to Lawrence, Kan., in 1981.

>  =A0=A0 Burroughs began to write

>  more conventional narratives

>  after his move to Kansas,

>  including _Place of the Dead

>  Roads,_ in 1984, and =B3The Western

>  Lands,_ in 1987.

>  =A0=A0 He also began a second

>  career as a visual artist, as

>  well as writing screenplays,

>  appearing in films (_Drugstore

>  Cowboy_ and _Twister_), writing

>  an opera text, and even appearing

>  in a Nike television ad.

>     "In the last few years, he

>  became a figure that people

>  looked up to as a pioneer of the

>  avant garde," said Dickstein. "He

>  became an elder statesman for a

>  lot of people."

 

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--Boundary_(ID_rR3BujJmJQyEA51ON6y/4Q)--

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 16:46:30 UT

Reply-To:     Sherri <love_singing@MSN.COM>

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From:         Sherri <love_singing@MSN.COM>

Subject:      We'll miss you Bill

 

mind in the ether

 

leading us

 

like a messiah

going "out there" for

us

taking our heads

out of the sand

out of the mind-numbing

sheepdom

we'd been taught to believe in

but couldn't

quite

 

thanks, Bill

keep cutting up til

we get there

 

(is pretty Billy Bradshinkel there?)

 

ciao,

sherri

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:04:58 -0400

Reply-To:     Richard Wallner <rwallner@CAPACCESS.ORG>

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From:         Richard Wallner <rwallner@CAPACCESS.ORG>

Subject:      Re: Burroughs

Comments: To: Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

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Neal Cassady (1922-1968)

Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)

Allen Ginsberg (1924-1997)

William S. Burroughs (1914-1997)

 

*sigh*

 

I have the feeling that right now the four of them are out right now in

spirit form, together again, sitting in Washington Square park, passing

around a bottle of wine and arguing about Proust or Dostoevsky or Wolfe.

 

And Kerouac *isn't* thinking this time about how he should get home to

Memere, Ginsberg *isn't* thinking this time about his latest psychosexual

crisis, and Burroughs *isn't* thinking about walking up to Times Square

to score some morphine from Herbert Huncke.

 

This time they've lived their lives and are just happy to be back in the

park, where they can continue their arguments without interruption.

Nirvana.  Or it will be when Lucien Carr shows up.

 

 

RJW

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:16:26 -0400

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: Burroughs

Comments: To: rwallner@capaccess.org

 

In a message dated 97-08-03 12:59:33 EDT, you write:

 

<< Neal Cassady (1922-1968)

 Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)

 Allen Ginsberg (1924-1997)

 William S. Burroughs (1914-1997)

  >>

Herbert Huncke (1915-1996)

Pam Plymell

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:21:02 -0400

Reply-To:     CVEditions@AOL.COM

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Meet me in St. Louie

 

8 DUKE ST., 1968

 

In London in a very neat

and sensible flat,

lives the genius

of contemporary American prose.

 

More like a poet

he veers and speaks both

naturally and subliminally.

More like a medium

he chats pleasantly

from a space apart

or from a chamber

of spirits disguised

in an everyday world.

 

A tall man, slightly stooped

from the weight of all

combinations and formulas

of all possible plots,

 

Mr. Burroughs rises

and leans against the window ledge

. . . could have been a St. Louis

merchant or farmer

about to speculate on the weather.

 

"Those birds," he says, gesturing out

the window to a flock that caught his fancy,

"in the mornings they fly one way

and in the evenings they

fly back the other way."

 

And with that he reached for his hat

and we went to the local pub for brandy.

 

Charles Plymell

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 10:34:24 -0700

Reply-To:     James William Marshall <dv8@MAIL.NETSHOP.NET>

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Subject:      No Vaccination

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A virus's virus.

A ten foot taping worm.

An immortal googolplexipede.

 

The shotgun himself.

 

Visibility is poor.

 

                            James M.

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 11:21:19 -0700

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

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From:         runner <babu@ELECTRICITI.COM>

Subject:      Re: the final breakthrough

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At 3:01 AM -0700 8/3/97, Adrien Begrand wrote:

 

> Adrien

>

> "When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow."

> --Uncle Bill

 

blood and semen mixed

clever in their disguises

the beings from planet x

the hidden zone

grew and multiplied till they became

 

hot and curious yellow on one side

the beings from planet x burrowed

and cuckled the earth below them

deep tunnels and interlocking matrixes

rich and seething with knowledge

they breed and breed

<<breathe>>

 

ugu uhu, WSB is dead!

and to steal another quote

"oh, no o o he's outside,

looking in" (TL is dead, MB)

and before him Kurt Cobain

"Here we are now,

entertain us" (SLTS, 91)

 

yes, Adrian

death will lay the ground

death will always lay the ground

and buddha or salvador dali

will always get shot in the head

killed by our beloved heros

killing our beloved heros

 

but have no fear <<ahem>>

the agents of Dr. X and their fierce tribe

shall resurface one day and rain motherfucking

great literature and and shit on yer ass

--yep

 

Douglas

 

I only hope WSB finds a decent breakfast

that people will remember him in the morning

 

 

http://www.electriciti.com/babu/        |   0   |

step aside, and let the man go thru     |  { -  |

        ---->  let the man go thru      |  /\   |

super bon-bon (soul coughing)           =========

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:31:32 +0000

Reply-To:     Brian M Kirchhoff <howl420@JUNO.COM>

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From:         Brian M Kirchhoff <howl420@JUNO.COM>

Subject:      Recent News Flash

 

Morning News

 

Are you still goofing with cats?

Feline apparitions of your past?

The H, M and C;  all those other letters

could only preserve the flesh for so long.

 

83 year long life,

factor in government study showing

One cigarette shorten life five minutes;

One shot H shorten by a day;

you lived to be 374 yrs, didn't you?

 

 

Brian M. Kirchhoff

howl 420@juno.com

 

 "I am the perfect man...the Buddha of this world!"

      -Kerouac, Brooklyn Bridge Blues, Chorus 4 (unpublished)

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:32:23 -0500

Reply-To:     LISA VEDROS <2ndbeat@TELAPEX.COM>

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From:         LISA VEDROS <2ndbeat@TELAPEX.COM>

Subject:      Camellia City Book Web Page

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Second Beat and Camellia City Books now has a nice little web site. Small,

quaint, unprofessionally done. Kinda like the magazine. Anyway...let us

know what you think. You can find us at:

 

<http://www.angelfire.com/biz/2ndbeat>

 

As always,

Thadeus D'Angelo, Camellia City Books

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 14:57:45 -0400

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From:         Howard Park <Hpark4@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: We'll miss you Bill

 

I've always felt a certain kinship with Burroughs although I've never taken

the time to really get into that incredible head of his, beyond his early

books, Junky and Queer and the two major bios.  I'm just too linear I

suppose.

 

We both grew up on the same street, Pershing Ave. in St. Louis.  On my twice

yearly visits there I've often driven by his old house, a very nice one.  And

he and I both attended John Burroughs school, although I dropped out of that

grooming place for the St. Louis elite after just one year.

 

Both Burroughs and St. Louis'es other major literary son, Tennessee Williams

(who spent many of his formitive years about 7 blocks from the Burroughs

home) disliked the city.  It was a hot, rather conventional kind of place.

 Part of WSB's legacicy, I hope, is that the world even in conventional

places like St. Louis, is a little bit more receptive to those who don't want

to trod well worn paths.  I think it is a bit easier these days, for a kid in

a place like St. Louis,  to swim outside of the mainstream.  Just a bit...

 

Burroughs was born and bred to be a busissman, perhaps a doctor or lawyer.

 I'd venture to gress that 95 percent of his schoolmates went on to live

conventional lives in St. Louis and the upper middle class suburbs that track

Highway 40 west of the city.

 

Burroughs, instead, was a bridge to the future way beyond his time.  His

visions, sometimes terrifying, seem more real every day.  I will remember him

most for speaking truth to the forces that have given us the 50 year war on

drugs.  Burroughs cut through the crap of the anti-drug

police/propiganda/jail "justice system" like no one else -- nobody has even

come close.  I don't fully understand Burroughs.  I don't think I ever will.

 What I do understand is that he was absolutely true to his own vision and

absolutely free of bullshit.

 

Another gift that William Burroughs gave us was his son Billy.  Billy wrote

two fine books, Speed and Kentucky Ham.  Like Jan Kerouac, Billy led a too

short and troubled life.  Speed, especially, is a very underrated work --

check it out sometime.

 

Yes, we will miss you Bill.

 

Howard Park

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 13:54:47 -0500

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

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From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      Re: Meet me in St. Louie

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Pamela Beach Plymell wrote:

>

> Last night two arrogantly greatfully beaufil tiger lilies burst into bloom in

> front of our house. Our old rescued stray cat, Mr, Buster had one of his

> animal friends (I think  young Mr. Skunky) sneak in for dinner. The new

> catfood box was empty.

 

 

williams fletch died a few weeks ago.  Fletch was the beautiful panther.

i plan to donate a little feed  and supplies to a stray cat lover in his

memory.  she is a fool for stray cats, can't afford to be but is,

someone who william would have liked hearing about.

p

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 15:12:32 -0400

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

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From:         Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG>

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

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On Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Timothy K. Gallaher wrote:

 

> I saw him once at a theater on market street.

>

> he was performing with John Giornio and Laurie Anderson.

>

> I went to see Burroughs and most I guess went to see Anderson.  I hadn't

> heard of her at the time.

>

> I didn't talk to him.  But my friend who drove did.  he was the type of guy

> who did stuff like that.

>

> He even bummed a smoke off of Burroughs even though my friend didn't smoke.

>

> Afterwatd we walked to the car and all took turns dragging on Burroughs

> unfiltered (Pall Mall was it ?) smoke.

>

> That's about the closest I got to him.

 

The closest I got were his words on the page, and a couple telephone calls.

Someone must have put a curse on me ("stop writing or your worldview gets

it"), because I had recently obtained his address and had planned a visit

for 16 August; this reminds me of Ginsberg's death, when we planned a

roadtrip to Louisville to see his scheduled 5 April appearance. As soon as

our plans were set he cancelled the show, and the rest is history.

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 21:32:40 +0200

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

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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

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David,

 

the Burroughs death is televised by the three domestic TV channel,

i hope that's appreciate by William S. Burroughs, who is in paradise!,

(broadcasting nationwide, meaning audience 20 000 000 of italians),

in primis the "Catholic" channel RAI UNO Corporation from Rome,

that stated Burroughs tragic life & way of Life, Burroughs is/was

the other side of the "American Dream" & latin pietas is the message,

 

Italy commemorates the countercultural life , 20 millions

of my patriots have seen Burroughs reading in black & white, (his old

face), what's better tribute to the Man! i dunno if this is enuf but

i think its' great! beat are popular alot here & this is immortality,

 

the tears are rain, when we are facing the death, & a rino or

that black river isnt' as dangerous as the tears 'cuz here WE

CANT' touch on the heaven.

 

 

"Sal, where did you find these absolutely wonderful people?

I've never seen anyone like them".

"I found them in the West." --- Jack Kerouac

 

 

Rinaldo.

 

 

At 07.50 03/08/97 -0500, RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET> wrote:

>Rinaldo Rasa wrote:

>>

>> "Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing

>> all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us

>> before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on

>> it, this only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The

>> one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us

>> sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the

>> remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced

>> in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to

>> admit it) in death." --- Jack Kerouac.

>>

>> At 23.26 02/08/97 -0400, Jeffrey Weinberg <Waterrow@AOL.COM> wrote:

>> >William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.

>> >Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.

>> >

>> >

>

>"Now there are two routes to immortality.  They might be designated as:

>slow down or speed-up, or straight-ahead or detour.  Reference aphorisms

>of the Old White Hunter.  In the time that you face death directly, you

>are immortal.  That's the straight-ahead route.  The slow-down detour

>vampire route -- take a little, leave a little, sure, skim a year off a

>thousand citizens, they won't know the difference -- but what happens

>when you run short of citizens, which you will sooner or later?  Also,

>speed up route is a kill route, whereas slow-down is a manipulate,

>degrade, humiliate, enslave route.

>        So how does one face death head on? ... without flinching and without

>posturing -- which is always to be seen as a form of evasion, runs away,

>like Lord Jim and Francis Macomber, there is hope.

>        . . . a well-known and documented schism, something familiar about

that

>figure moving farther and farther away.  'Why!  Himself!'  Like the song

>say, 'They don't come back, won't come back, once they're gone . . .'"

>p.119-120  William S. Burroughs, My Education: A Book of Dreams.

>

>listening to Lou Reed's "Magic and Loss" cd -- pass through the fire

>right now.  As things are going in fates magic circles these days, this

>cd could wear out at any moment.

>

>david rhaesa

>salina, Kansas

>

>

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 14:54:14 +0000

Reply-To:     Brian M Kirchhoff <howl420@JUNO.COM>

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

From:         Brian M Kirchhoff <howl420@JUNO.COM>

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

Comments: To: stutz@DSL.ORG

 

On Sun, 3 Aug 1997 15:12:32 -0400 Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG> writes:

>On Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Timothy K. Gallaher wrote:

>

>> I saw him once at a theater on market street.

>>

>> he was performing with John Giornio and Laurie Anderson.

>>

>> I went to see Burroughs and most I guess went to see Anderson.  I

>hadn't

>> heard of her at the time.

>>

>> I didn't talk to him.  But my friend who drove did.  he was the type

>of guy

>> who did stuff like that.

>>

>> He even bummed a smoke off of Burroughs even though my friend didn't

>smoke.

>>

>> Afterwatd we walked to the car and all took turns dragging on

>Burroughs

>> unfiltered (Pall Mall was it ?) smoke.

>>

>> That's about the closest I got to him.

>

>The closest I got were his words on the page, and a couple telephone

>calls.

>Someone must have put a curse on me ("stop writing or your worldview

>gets

>it"), because I had recently obtained his address and had planned a

>visit

>for 16 August; this reminds me of Ginsberg's death, when we planned a

>roadtrip to Louisville to see his scheduled 5 April appearance. As

>soon as

>our plans were set he cancelled the show, and the rest is history.

>

 

i never got to see either of them, and have been to lawrence numerous

times and had tickets to the chicago ginsberg reading (which was also,

obviously, cancelled).

 

i suppose this stands as testament to the fact that these men remained

influential and important, _literally_ until their last days (and

beyond).  at least they were able to see some of the impact of their

writing. (unlike the kafkas and poes of the world).

 

burroughs didn't die in obscurity (as he may have had he stayed in

london).  he died at a time while people were still excited to hear him

and talk to him.  i can only hope he died content (i first typed happy,

but i guess that may be asking too much.)

 

 

Brian M. Kirchhoff

howl 420@juno.com

 

 "I am the perfect man...the Buddha of this world!"

      -Kerouac, Brooklyn Bridge Blues, Chorus 4 (unpublished)

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 16:19:14 -0400

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: We'll miss you Bill

Comments: To: Hpark4@aol.com

 

Thanks for the post. I'm printing it if you don't mind. Yeah. I will miss his

voice in the most real sense. The "heat" closes in on we who are left. I

needed his outcast voice always. It was powerful, and power is authentic and

not to be cajoled by the powerful.

CP

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 16:31:49 -0400

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From:         Arthur Nusbaum <SSASN@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: OGU

Comments: cc: DAVIDSROSEN@compuserve.com

 

"Consider the One God Universe:  OGU." (TWL, p. 113)

 

The passage that begins with this sentence is the subject of recent posts

from David Rhaesa & James William Marshall (& perhaps others by now who've

taken up JWM's call for comments, but I want to finish this before I check

out today's mail and am left with no time).  It's almost right in the middle

of WSB's TWL, the successor to JK's VOC (sort of, I think) as the subject of

a Beat-L forum.  This passage from WSB's late period (published 1987)

contains and is a summation of many of the broader themes of his life & work

that have led up to it (though don't expect what follows to do justice to

this fact).  The first 2 paragraphs put both The One God and the creations of

His exclusive Universe in their place-  A bored, frustrated God, in a

pathetically inescapable trap of His own creation, has to invent the

oppositional forces that a OGU can't have by definition- nothing can oppose

He who is everywhere and nowhere, knows everything and can't learn anything.

 It's not One God IN His Universe, One God IS the Universe.  He has to stir

up action to stave off total stasis, like a cosmic game of solitaire.  We are

a part of Him, He is a part of us, we are figments of His imagination or is

it the other way around or both?  Our suffering through the contrasts and

tensions He's invented to fill His void are a bad joke except for those it is

played on, we in our space-time trap set up by the One God, trapped in and by

Himself.  Think of this in the context of the undulating Visions of Cody, and

the discussions it (Beat) Generated among us, especially about meaning

through contrast/dualities.  It's all a food chain of victimization with the

ultimate victim & victimizer being the Supreme Being.  WSB is a master at

evoking deadpan, lowdown  imagery ("He is already fucking everywhere, like

cowshit in Calcutta") applied to a "lofty" subject by an invisible narrator

(whom I always of course picture as the wearily unflappable author himself)

with hypnotically precise language.  These paragraphs, and the rest of this

passage, are an example.  One of the sentences that links it to Broader

Burroughsian Themes (BBT) is at the beginning of the second paragraph:  "The

OGU is a pre-recorded universe of which He is the recorder."  WSB has stated,

in interviews & essays, that his cutup works are an attempt to subvert the

pre-recorded universe, "where the only things that are not pre-recorded are

the recordings themselves" & there's "nothing here now but the recordings"

unless, perhaps, we are aware of this situation and try to do something about

it.  If he is trying to get beyond the pre-recorded universe through cutups,

it is probably fair to presume that he accepts the existence of such a

universe, and therefore of One God.  Or is it?  What is he trying to do with

cutups?  Beat the One God at His own game, or create and change something for

himself within the unchangeable static creation that God is all of and he is

part of?  Turning bored God's cruel joke against Him, or just amusing himself

while being one of the creations and subjects of His amusement?  In the

non-cutup context of TWL, is he the one and only God of his imaginative

universe, or just a pre-recorded puppet playing a miniature version of his

creator's game while a pawn in it?

 

The third paragraph is yet another junk analogy, not to infer that I for one

ever get tired of them.  "Junk teaches the user facts of general

validity...", he states in the introduction to JUNKY, his first published

work.  Now God Himself is trapped in the junk equation, needing more and more

with less and less results, the "energy" stirred from His stasis running

down.  This is about as generally valid a fact as he's ever uncovered.

 

The fourth paragraph, and last quoted by JWM, seems like a relief, an

antidote to what preceded it, the "Magical Universe, MU" is after all more

plausible than the OGU with its built-in impasse.  But as the next sentences

& the rest of the book  indicate, many Gods can't offer any more help than

the one God who got us in trouble by creating us in the first place:

 

"What happened, Osiris?  We got famine here."

"Well, you can't win 'em all.  Hustling myself."

"Can't you give us immortality?"

"I can get you as far as the Duad.  You'll have to make it from there on your

own.  Most of them don't.  Figure about one in a million.  And, biologically

speaking, that's very good odds."

 

Absolutely no one but WSB could have written the above, it's all there, and

almost worth being in our predicament to be able to read his description of

it. The more I ponder and try to write about this one passage out of so many

in just this one work, the more I realize how much there is to choose from to

quote & discuss, in any order to paraphrase his  advise near the end of NAKED

LUNCH. I've run out of time & energy for now to go into my ideas of how the

MU might relate to the "ugly spirit" that took control of WSB on September 6,

1951 in Mexico City ("I think it's time for our William Tell act"), and other

associations that this one passage brought to mind. One of my many favorites

from TWL is at the very end of the book, and is by the way what he reads

during the last song on SEVEN SOULS by Material, THE END OF WORDS.  I know

I've said this before, but you're really missing something if you don't

listen to this recording before, during and after reading TWL.

 

"The old writer couldn't write anymore because he had reached the end of

words, the end of what can be done with words.  And then?  "British we are,

British we stay."  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 fuchsia and rubber plants, the shops selling English marmalade

and Fortnum & Mason's tea...clinging to their Rock like the rock apes,

clinging always to less and less.

In Tangier the Parade Bar is closed.  Shadows are falling on the Mountain.

"Hurry up, please.  It's time."

 

For God(s) & mortals, the jig is up.  "IT"'s closing in.  "Bring on the

comments."

 

 

Dizzy & defeated but ready for more,

 

Arthur S. Nusbaum

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:07:08 -0400

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

Comments: To: DawnDR@aol.com

 

In a message dated 97-08-02 23:47:15 EDT, you write:

 

<<   Funny --- only those few lines --- a newscaster identifying him

 as an author with no further information and, sad to say, showing no further

 interest.  That saddens me.

 

 Dawn

 

  >>

 

We can take comfort in that Bill probably would have seen those lines as

amusing, or ironical. The peckerhead who wrote it, if I get the tone

correctly, would never realize that many, including myself, saw Bill as the

ultimate voice of reason, if not authority....on many things, certainly

communications.

Charles Plymell

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 16:00:26 -0500

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

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

From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

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Brian M Kirchhoff wrote:

>

> On Sun, 3 Aug 1997 15:12:32 -0400 Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG> writes:

> >On Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Timothy K. Gallaher wrote:

> >

> >> I saw him once at a theater on market street.

> >>

> >> he was performing with John Giornio and Laurie Anderson.

> >>

> >> I went to see Burroughs and most I guess went to see Anderson.  I

> >hadn't

> >> heard of her at the time.

> >>

> >> I didn't talk to him.  But my friend who drove did.  he was the type

> >of guy

> >> who did stuff like that.

> >>

> >> He even bummed a smoke off of Burroughs even though my friend didn't

> >smoke.

> >>

> >> Afterwatd we walked to the car and all took turns dragging on

> >Burroughs

> >> unfiltered (Pall Mall was it ?) smoke.

> >>

> >> That's about the closest I got to him.

> >

> >The closest I got were his words on the page, and a couple telephone

> >calls.

> >Someone must have put a curse on me ("stop writing or your worldview

> >gets

> >it"), because I had recently obtained his address and had planned a

> >visit

> >for 16 August; this reminds me of Ginsberg's death, when we planned a

> >roadtrip to Louisville to see his scheduled 5 April appearance. As

> >soon as

> >our plans were set he cancelled the show, and the rest is history.

> >

>

> i never got to see either of them, and have been to lawrence numerous

> times and had tickets to the chicago ginsberg reading (which was also,

> obviously, cancelled).

>

> i suppose this stands as testament to the fact that these men remained

> influential and important, _literally_ until their last days (and

> beyond).  at least they were able to see some of the impact of their

> writing. (unlike the kafkas and poes of the world).

>

> burroughs didn't die in obscurity (as he may have had he stayed in

> london).  he died at a time while people were still excited to hear him

> and talk to him.  i can only hope he died content (i first typed happy,

> but i guess that may be asking too much.)

>

> Brian M. Kirchhoff

> howl 420@juno.com

>

>  "I am the perfect man...the Buddha of this world!"

>       -Kerouac, Brooklyn Bridge Blues, Chorus 4 (unpublished)

 

 

i am sure that william was happy.

p

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 16:05:19 -0500

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

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

From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

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CVEditions@aol.com wrote:

>

> Yeah it is always the ones who can't afford to be. Compassion and cash rarely

> coincide for all the cats.

> I hope James is doing well. If he needs help, I can drive out. I haven't

> tried to reach because I imagine he's too busy.

> cp

 

 

he says he has to stay strong until all the details are set, but i

thought god, he stayed strong setting williams details till william was

productive, creative and happy , william was sure blessed in him.  he

does seem busy. i will give him your words and i am printing off the

letters and notes that have been on the list ( a few exceptions) and

leaving them on williams porch with some flowers.

p

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:14:11 -0400

Reply-To:     "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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From:         "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

Organization: Law Office of R. Bentz Kirby

Subject:      Re: William Burroughs Is Dead

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Alex Howard wrote:

>

> On Sat, 2 Aug 1997, Jeffrey Weinberg wrote:

>

> > William Burroughs Died at the age of 83 today.

> > Cause of death according to Boston news was a heart attack.

> >

>

> This is quite possibly the shittiest year of my life.  Hunke, Jan, and

> George Burns were just last year.  Ginsberg, then Robert Mitchum and

> Jimmy Stewart.  Now Old Bull.  I've no heroes left.

>

> ------------------

> Alex Howard  (704)264-8259                    Appalachian State

> University

> kh14586@acs.appstate.edu                      P.O. Box 12149

> http://www.acs.appstate.edu/~kh14586          Boone, NC  28608

 

Alex:

 

Today, you must become your own hero.  It happens all the time,

unfortunately.

 

Peace,

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:25:58 -0400

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From:         Pamela Beach Plymell <CVEditions@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: OGU

Comments: To: SSASN@aol.com

 

Thanks for the post ;I printed it to study. Lots of great lines. I sent B an

elaborate diagram and text on Osiris about the time he was writing TWL. I

like the direct dialogue. A lot of it is formal or sacred knowledge put in

his Jack Black idiom. Do you have ,You Can't Win?  I also like the "...stir

up action .." Is the "cosmic game of solitaire" yours or B's?  I like your

label of "deapan, lowdown imagery" Can I use that sometime? B loved that sort

of thing.. Out of Jack Black and a life of sleeze to be sure. The Patti

Smith, Lou Reed and Jim (lizard skin) Morrison  branch of the outfit. Once at

dinner with B I was reading him an article on the hallucinogenic properties

in the lizard skin found in Australia. He chuckled and turned it into a

Burroughsian commenary with kids with switchblades cutting skins off lizards

and selling them on streetcorners.

C. Plymell

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:34:04 -0400

Reply-To:     "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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St. Louis

 

Cardinals,

Dizzy & Stan,

Gas house gangs.

 

Arches,

gateway to

golden western lands.

 

Williams

Stella Stanley

glass amimal zoos.

 

WSB

Burroughs calculators

Gateway Western Minds

 

Show

Me show

Me show me.

 

Gone

Gone gone

Gone gone gone.

 

And that was all she said to me.

 

 

-

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:37:32 -0400

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From:         "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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Hey for all the antidrug forces, check this out.  More to follow:

 

>Caffeine is the only drug that is widely added to the                >food

 supply,  said Michael Jacobson, executive

>director of the CPSI (M. Triandafellos/ABCNEWS.com)

 

Well, what about this, [see next post]

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 17:48:04 -0400

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While reading the article on WSB, a caffine article caught my eye.  The

"final" word on the full effects of caffine are not in, but the fact is

that it is a drug that is addictive. And we let our children drink it

right of the shelf.  None of them even need an id to purchase it.  Now,

maybe now, this drug will be regulated too!  Thank heavens we have a

goverment to protect us.  ;-)  The full article from ABC News is as

follows:

 

                            By Tristanne L. Walliser

                            ABCNEWS.com

                            Einstein loved it. Freud sipped cups

                            constantly. And Sartre was a

                            scrupulous connoisseur.

                            Latter-day coffee fiends might sooner cry

                             death before decaf,  but a study by the

                            Center for Science in the Public Interest

                            suggests that America should wake up and

                            pay more attention to its caffeine-drinking

                            habits.

                            CSPI, along with more than three dozen

                            scientists and consumer groups, is

urging                      the

                            Food and Drug Administration to more

                            carefully label food with caffeine content.

                            Citing problems like miscarriages,

                            insomnia and

                            anxiety, the CSPI

                            has prepared a

                            70-page petition,

                            gathered from 40

                            scientific studies,

                            claiming that

                            consumers have a

                            right to know how

                            much caffeine is

                            added by

                            manufacturers to

                            soft drinks, ice

                            cream and yogurt.

                             Caffeine is the

                            only drug that is widely added to the food

                            supply,  said Michael Jacobson, executive

                            director of the CSPI.  Knowing the caffeine

                            content is important to many people,

                            especially women who are and might become

                            pregnant.

 

                            Level Varies Widely

                            The amount of caffeine in foods varies

                            widely. A cup of Dannon coffee yogurt, for

                            example, has as much caffeine as a can of

                            Coca-Cola. A Sunkist Orange Soda has

                            more caffeine than a can of Pepsi. And a cup

                            of Starbucks coffee ice cream has as much

                            caffeine as half a cup of coffee.

                            U.S. food manufacturers say there is no

                            scientific evidence that moderate

                            consumption of caffeine causes health risks.

                             We believe the majority of consumers

                            know which products contain naturally

                            occurring caffeine,  the National Food

                            Processors Association, a trade group

                            representing the $430 billion

food-processing

                            industry, said in a statement.

                            The FDA already requires food labels to

                            say whether caffeine has been added to

                            foods but not how much.

                            In the 1970s, spurred by the CSPI, the

                            FDA issued an advisory warning that

                            pregnant women should avoid foods

                            containing caffeine.

 

                            For Most, Habit OK

                             It s always good to know what you are

                            eating and the content of foods, especially

                            foods with any special effect,  noted Dr.

                            Meir Stampfer, a researcher at Harvard

                            Medical School, who has looked at the

                            possible links between heart disease and

                            caffeine.

                            However, researchers believe there is no

                            cause for alarm.

                             It is reasonable for manufacturers to

                            declare caffeine content, because some

                            people are inordinately affected,

said                        Ichiro

                            Kawachi, a professor of medicine at Brigham

                            and Women s Hospital and a researcher at

                            Harvard Medical School.

                             However all research points to the fact

                            that there are no long-term serious health

                            effects. Even with six cups of coffee a day,

                            there is no increased suggestion of risk for

                            those people who enjoy coffee, there is no

                            reason to quit.

                            Despite persistent rumors in the  70s and

                             80s that gave coffee a bad reputation,

                            studies now show that drinking coffee does

                            not increase risk of heart attack, heart

                            disease or cancer.

                            However, pregnant women are still

                            advised not to drink caffeine. It is also

                            suspected of increasing the risk of

                            osteoporosis and infertility in women.

 

                            Highly Caffeinated Kids

                            Another area of concern raised today is

                            children s consumption of caffeine

                             Because of the mildly addictive drug,

                            parents may want to limit their children s

                            consumption of it,  advises Roland

Griffiths,

                            a professor of psychiatry at Johns Hopkins

                            University School of Medicine.

                             In terms of the research, there is not

                            much to suggest that caffeine has serious

                            health effect on children,  said Kawachi.

                             The effects are more likely to be

behavioral.

                            Kids may not want to go to bed at night. But

                            there are no serious risks.

 

                            Coffee and Mortality

                            Research shows that coffee drinkers may, in

                            fact, have a lower risk of mortality.

                            Kawachi cites two connections. One,

                            coffee drinkers have half as many

                            motor-vehicle accidents as non coffee

                            drinkers. Two, the suicide rate among coffee

                            drinkers is one-third that of non coffee

                            drinkers. Coffee is known to improve

                            people s moods.

                            So, for the moment, coffee-drinkers can

                            continue sipping and pouring, with

a                                   spoonful of caution.

 

 

 

 

                                                               U.S. NEWS

 

 

 

 

                                                               E-mail

 

ABCNEWS.com

 

 

 

 

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:05:09 -0400

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From:         "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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I am going out surfing for WSB stories.  The first stop is the nytimes

newmorality speak and WSB is on the cover of the cybertimes.

 

http://www.nytimes.com/

 

 

 

--

Bentz

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http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:15:41 -0400

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From:         Arthur Nusbaum <SSASN@AOL.COM>

Subject:      WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS 1914-1997

Comments: cc: DAVIDSROSEN@compuserve.com

 

Fellow Beat-L members:

 

I avoided looking at today's mail until I had written a post I had been

planning.  For several hours I wrote about a passage in THE WESTERN LANDS, my

admiration and respect for WSB higher than ever, without realizing that he

had just DIED.  Now I am in a state of shock and sadness that I can't, I'm

afraid, "write my way out of" as he would have said.  It's started to thunder

& rain, an appropriate projection of my inner condition.  My post ended with

a suggestion for another passage to discuss, at the very END of TWL, where he

writes that the writer has "REACHED THE END OF WORDS".  Was I guided by some

serendipity?  As you all know, WSB was my favorite among all the Beats, of

all writers of all time for that matter.  The fact that he is immortal

through his works, and that probably their highest significance will unfold

prophetically in the future, does not help assuage the "hit with a ton of

bricks" effect of finding out that he died.  I'm not one of the uninhibitedly

imaginative, emotional writers on this list, I usually and contentedly

confine my contributions to commentary and non-fictional anecdotes.  But I

don't mind telling you how utterly broken-hearted I feel, complete with a

lump in my throat and tears welling in my eyes.  Now I recall how one of you

had suggested reading a WSB work to follow up VOC, to not skip him over

because he hadn't died yet like JK- we barely got one foot in when the

devastating news came.

 

It may seem strange to mourn so emotionally someone who was so deadpan, and

for whom death was no stranger, he was surrounded by the ghosts of so many

who preceded him, including of course his common-law wife who died

accidentally by his hand, and his son by her who destroyed himself.

 Considering his legendary life, it is a wonder that he lived to such a ripe

old age- 83.  But I somehow thought he'd live longer, I was not prepared for

this.  He himself, in a recent New York Times article, said that he expected

to live into his 90's.  Why am I so sad?

 

One reason certainly is that I had the privelege and pleasure of personally

meeting and visiting with him in February of 1995.  Now more than ever, as

you can imagine, I'm glad I did.  He exuded warmth and kindness,  at the

center of it all was a "heart of tenderness" as Allen Ginsberg (whos death we

are still reeling from) said.  I felt this for myself.  Many have mistaken

some of the horrific images and people in his works with HIM, just as JK was

mistaken for NC.  As I learned from extensive study of most everything by and

about him that I am aware of, and as others who knew him have stated, he was

 one of the good guys, a Johnson as he would have put it.  He was never out

just to shock us as an end in itself, or revel in destructive nihilism.  In

the manner of Jonathan Swift, his tactics were meant to draw attention to and

help reverse the evil forces he saw far more clearly than others- he was

brave, full of "lonely courage" again as AG once said, there's no one I can

think of who was so unafraid to live the way he wanted and express himself

with absolutely no compromise.  His achievement is so broad and many-faceted

that no one grieving post like this can even begin to encompass it.  His

technical innovations, the profound and prophetic content of his One Long

Work, the clarity and artistry of his language (let's not forget he was

solidly grounded through his Harvard education and his vast reading and

experience, he earned and arrived at his level), the incomparable and

inimitable mixture of humor and wisdom, will keep aficianados like us busy

for as long as there is a human race to which his work relates.  This is the

darkest hour in Beat history.  As far as I'm concerned, he was the One

Indispensable Figure without whom the whole subject of this List, and

therefore this List itself, would not exist.  He was older than, and a mentor

to, all of the other major figures, as they all acknowledged.  His influence

extends far beyond serious students of his works into the popular culture and

society as a whole.  Those who he influenced and who in turn have had a major

impact on  the world, from other authors to musicians and those in many other

capacities, are legion, too numerous to mention here.  But I'm preaching to

the choir.

 

I am compelled to recite a brief biography, as much for my own sake as anyone

else's, to begin to comprehend that the book is closed, there will be no

further chapters.  A tree is best measured when it is down, and a Giant has

fallen.

 

William Seward Burroughs was born on February 5, 1914 in St. Louis, Missouri.

 He was the grandson and namesake of the man who invented the adding machine

and started the Burroughs Corporation.  His parents were not wealthy heirs as

some, including JK, have thought, he was modestly at least partly supported

through his adventures up to the publication of Naked Lunch by an allowance

they sent him from the proceeds of their little gift shop, Cobblestone

Gardens.  After an alienated childhood that included a stint at the Los

Alamos Ranch School, later the site of the first atomic explosion, he

attended Harvard, graduating in 1936 with a major in English Literature.  He

began drifting, taking more courses, traveling including to Vienna where he

married a woman as a favor to help her leave the country on the heels of the

Nazis.  He was drafted but soon discharged from the army during WWII.  During

the war, he was able to get many interesting jobs while so many were away,

including bartender, exterminator, even private detective.  All of these

experiences would show up in his works.  While a sometime student and

hanger-outer in the environs of Columbia University, he met Allen Ginsberg,

Jack Kerouac, Herbert Huncke, Lucien Carr and others, including Joan Vollmer

Adams, who formed the nucleus of what would come to be called the Beat

Generation.  Also at this time, "around 1944 or 1945", he tried junk, in the

form of a morphine syrette, for the first time.  He drifted into this by

default for lack of interest in other directions, and into a common-law

marriage with Joan even though he was a homosexual.  Unlike such Beat

characters as Neal Cassady, who you might say looked for trouble, Burroughs

casually let himself get into situations that turned nightmarish, but also

provided the lessons, the inspiration, exacted the DUES from which his works

would emerge.  I will continue this rambling biographical survey later.

 

I am emotionally and physically shaken by the dreadful news.  He was so

transcendent, but he knew the score on the ground more than anyone.  Can he

really have died?  He came so close to decoding, even subverting, the

universe.  Well, as he and his late collaborator Brion Gysin said, WE ARE

HERE TO GO.  He has gone, and we are left here for now to benefit from, enjoy

and be warned by what he learned and turned into such artistry.  It's

strange, I can't think of a single particular WSB quote right now to end

with, there are so many of them, many of his works are worth quoting from

cover to cover.  A perceptive observation by JK will have to suffice for now:

 

"It would take all night to tell about Old Bull Lee (WSB); let's just say

now, he was a teacher, and it may be said that he had every right to teach

because he spent all his time learning; and the things he learned were what

he considered to be and called "the facts of life," which he learned not only

out of necessity but because he wanted to."

from ON THE ROAD, pg. 119

 

Arthur S. Nusbaum

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:17:16 -0400

Reply-To:     Michael Czarnecki <peent@SERVTECH.COM>

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

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>Coffee and Mortality

>                            Research shows that coffee drinkers may, in

>                            fact, have a lower risk of mortality.

 

Read your post after my fifth beer today and read it as:

 

Coffee and Morality

                            Research shows that coffee drinkers may, in

                            fact, have a lower risk of morality.

 

Then realised mortality rather than morality.

 

In any event, morality or mortality, I think I should go back to drinking

coffee throughout the day instead of just limiting it to morning hours as

I've been doing for last year or so.

 

Michael

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:22:44 -0400

Reply-To:     "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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

From:         "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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USA Today has a different article than those I have seen here or on

other sites.  The direct url is:

 

http://www.usatoday.com/news/nds2.htm

 

 

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:27:30 -0400

Reply-To:     "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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

From:         "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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I have not read the article yet, but right now, there is a sight worthy

of Bull on the Washington Post site.  The link to the article on WSB is

just below a link about a beheading, body burning, murder.  It is very

spooky.

 

http://www.washingtonPost.com/wp-srv/digest/digest.htm

 

Peace

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:57:57 -0400

Reply-To:     "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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CNN has a link to a QuickTime movie scene from "Drugstore Cowboy" in its

article.

 

Check it out if you want at:

 

http://cnn.com/US/9708/02/burroughs.ap/

 

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 20:02:01 -0400

Reply-To:     "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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The CNN site has some other good links on it.  Levi's site is one that

was linked at the bottom of the page.  It may not be the best article,

but it will allow you to interact the best.

 

http://cnn.com/US/9708/02/burroughs.ap/

 

Peace,

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 20:38:47 -0500

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

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It will be interesting to see what kind of salute (and it will be a

salute!!!) Tuna puts together for his show out of Burlington.  Tuna

lived in Lawrence Kansas in the late 1970s and moved on to Burlington.

He has been the faculty advisor to the student radio station there for

years.  According to him this responsibility mainly means he gets to do

his own radio show.  He was instrumental in the development of the

Reggae festivals up in those parts.  When he does a send-off for the

spaceman it will be a send-off with industrial fireworks.  I've

requested a tape of the show.  I imagine i'll get one.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

 

Alfred C. Snider wrote:

>

> WOW! WHAT A BUMMER! He's one of my favorite poets! I will do a salute show

> to him this next Wed on the radio.

>

> Tuna

>

> >Alfred C. Snider wrote:

> >>

> >> People have asked me to continue posting news as I did last year.

> >

> >To any interested, William S. Burroughs died of a heart attack

> >yesterday.

> >

> >david rhaesa

> >salina, Kansas

>

> Alfred Charles Snider -- "Tuna"

> Edwin W. Lawrence Professor of Forensics, University of Vermont

> Mail: Box 54225, UVM, Burlington, VT 05405-4225

> Phone: 802-656-0097, Fax: 802-656-4275

> +++++

> President, Cross Examination Debate Association 1997-98

> http://debate.uvm.edu/ceda.html

> +++++

> DEBATE CENTRAL:  Debate's Biggest Website

>  http://debate.uvm.edu/

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 10:08:27 -0700

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

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From:         Diane Carter <dcarter@TOGETHER.NET>

Subject:      Re: WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS 1914-1997

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> Arthur Nusbaum wrote:

> I am emotionally and physically shaken by the dreadful news.  He was so

> transcendent, but he knew the score on the ground more than anyone.

> Can he

> really have died?  He came so close to decoding, even subverting, the

> universe.  Well, as he and his late collaborator Brion Gysin said, WE

> ARE

> HERE TO GO.  He has gone, and we are left here for now to benefit from,

> enjoy

> and be warned by what he learned and turned into such artistry.

 

 

Arthur,

 

I understand the depth of your grief and know that nothing can relieve

the pain and how the only thing to do is, in fact, write your way out of

it with others here who share and understand those same feelings.  I feel

great sadness that WSB has died, and I know that for you the enormity of

the pain is much the same as it was for me when I learned that Allen

Ginsberg had died.  I felt as though the universe had shuddered and left

a gaping hole which can never be filled.  I still ask myself constantly

why I continue to feel such grief for a man I had never even met but who

continues to touch the very center of my being.  You were so lucky that

you got to meet the man.  I know that for many on this list, especially

you, David, Patricia, and lots of others this is a very dark hour indeed.

 But as you write, "...we are left here for now to benefit from, enjoy

and be warned by what he learned and turned into such artistry."  After I

had read more of Kerouac, I intended to begin my pursuit of the knowledge

imparted by WSB by tackling an extensive reading his works.  I hope that

you, as well as the others on this list will guide me in this process,

for WSB will continue to live in the immortality of his words.  I know

that some have been reading The Western Lands as a follow-up to VOC.  I

hesitated to do that, thinking that I wanted to begin with something

earlier like Naked Lunch.  I think that we should all choose now to read

as a group, a particular Burroughs' work (whatever the most people think

is best), and that we should do it as a way of celebrating his life.

DC

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 19:30:10 -0700

Reply-To:     Levi Asher <brooklyn@NETCOM.COM>

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

From:         Levi Asher <brooklyn@NETCOM.COM>

Subject:      The News ...

Comments: To: bohemian@maelstrom.stjohns.edu

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Bizarre.  I spent last night at a Beat/post-Beat

freeform poetry celebration at the Nuyorican Poetry

Cafe in the East Village, where along with other

great performances by David Amram, Brian Hassett,

Frank Messina, Miguel Algarin and others, Ron Whitehead

read his poem for Burroughs, "Calling All Toads".  None

of us in the room knew that Burroughs had died just a

few hours before.

 

I know Ron is on the road today, and he must be reeling

from the news (also thinking of Charles Plymell, James

G., David Ohle, Patricia Elliot and other friends of Bill

who must be suffering today) ... so I hope Ron doesn't

mind if I post his poem here for him.  It says what I

would say much better than I would if I tried.

 

CALLING ALL TOADS

-----------------

by Ron Whitehead

 

                                                    Hummm

Hummm

                                                    Hummm

                                            Hummm

                            Hummm

               Hummm

 Hummm

        Hummm

 Calling the toads

 Calling the toads

 We shall come rejoicing

 Calling the toads

 

                 one step out the door off the step

                 goin down swingin

                  in a peyote amphetamine benzedrine

                 dream

                 I'm five years old I am the messenger holdin

                 William Burroughs' Bill Burroughs'

                 Old Bull Lee's hand

                 holdin Bill's hand on some lonely

                 godforsakinuppermiddleclassSt.Louisstreet

                 and we're hummin we're hummin

                 we're hummin in tones

                 we're hummin in tones

                 callin the toads

                 oh yeah we're callin the toads

                 Bill's eyes twinklin glitterin

                 a devilish grin crackin the corners

                 of his mouth and I'm lookin him

                 right smack in the eyes

                 deep in the eyes I'm readin

                 his heroined heart yes I'm readin his old heart

                 but it ain't the story I expected

                 as we move this way and that

                 raisin and lowerin out heads our voices

                 callin the toads

                 and here they come

                 marchin high and low from

                 under the steps from under

                 the shrooms of the front yard

                 from round the corner of the house

                 fallin from the trees

                 rainin down here come the toads

                 all sizes and shapes all swingin

                 and swayin and dancin that

                 magic Burroughs Beat

                 yes here come the toads singin

                 and swayin and swingin their hips

                 now standin all round us

                 hundreds thousands of toads

                 eyes bulgin tongues stickin out   hard

                 dancin a strange happy vulgar rhythmed

                 dance for Burroughs and me

                 yes Burroughs yes Burroughs

                 yes Burroughs I see his heart

                 and I know his secret

                 a secret no one has discovered

                 til now but I'll never tell

                 never reveal as I witness

                 this sacred scene this holy ceremony

                 this gathering

                 this universal song and dance

                 I witness through the eyes the heart

                 of William S. Burroughs

                King of the Toads

 

 

                                         Calling the toads

                                         Calling the toads

                                       We shall come rejoicing

                                         Calling the toads

 

                                               hummmm

 

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 23:23:20 +0000

Reply-To:     randyr@southeast.net

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hello, thought the thread was dead, geuss not...

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From:          Sundeep Dougal <holden@giasdl01.vsnl.net.in>

Subject:       Kerouac's Seymour..

To:            Church of Salinger <bananafish@lists.nyu.edu>

Reply-to:      bananafish@lists.nyu.edu

 

Well, this hardly has any JDS content but a cusrsory search for

"seymour;wyse" on altavista threw up one hit that I thought some of you

may find of some interest considering that a lot of _names_ figure here

and since someof the jazz men  mentioned happen to be personal favourites,

I thought I'd append it here:

 

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   Ann Charters' compilation, A Bibliography of Works By Jack Kerouac,

   notes a description by John Clellon Holmes on the making of the

   recordings:

 

     ...Seymour Wyse [Wise], an old friend of Jack's from Horace Mann

     days, with whom he shared an interest in jazz, was working (in

     1949-50) in a record shop on Eighth Street, west of Sixth, owned by

     another old friend, Jerry Newman, who in early 1940 had made a

     classic series of records up at Minton's in Harlem, featuring the

     work of Charlie Christian and the then almost unknown Thelonius

     Monk, Dizzie Gillespie, Kennie Clarke, and others who came to

     prominence in the bop revolt a few years later... Anyhow, my then

     brother-in-law had left in my apartment one of those massive,

     ungainly and also unreliable recording machines of the late 40's,

     weighing over one hundred pounds with a cutting arm that had the

     heft of a good-size hammer. All of us, then, were a bop-mad,

     indefatigable, stone-broke, and full (we imagined) of ravishing

     jazz-ideas. One night, Seymour brought to a party of mine several

     demonstration discs, only one side of which had been used, and,

     pleasantly mulled on beer, which in those days we always bought in

     enormous quart bottles, and never more than four at a time, after

     which someone was delegated to go down to the deli below and

     purchase more. Soon I got Jack to read the two slight selections

     from Town and City (both of which were considerably thinned in the

     published version), after which our exuberance quickly outran any

     such "literary" projects, and we got down to making records of

     ourselves, riffing over recorded solos. One of our passions just

     then was the work of pianist Lennie Tristano, who was, perhaps, the

     most avant-garde of the younger jazzmen of that year, and who, just

     a month before, had recorded, the first attempt at total, freeform,

     atonal improvisation, a record called "Intuition", not yet

     released, but played occaisionally by Symphony Sid on his all-night

     radio show. We decided to attempt a similar thing, and the "Three

     Tools" were born, flourished briefly, and passed away. We made

     other records, none of which was really successful, and on other

     nights, with other discs that Seymour brought, I managed to get

     Ginsberg recorded, reading his then tightly-metaphysical-Yeats-like

     poems, and Jack doing selections from Hamlet, which he felt he

     could interpret best while a little muddled on beer, eschewing too

     much gravity, and adopting a musing, and sometimes amusing, tone...

     A few months later, my brother-in-law reclaimed his equipment, and

     the early attempt to establish Caedmon Records came to an end.

     When, some years afterwards, I got a tape recorder, I taped a long

     conversations with Jack and Allen and Peter, and joint, giggling

     poetry readings, and even late-night confessionals. All these

     tapes, lamentably, are now lost.

     [Charters, Ann. A Bibliography of Works By Jack Kerouac. New

     York:Phoenix Bookshop (1967): 109-110.]

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Obsalinger: If JDS could have all those cracks at "Dharma Bums" and so

on, it shouldn't really be surprising to find that Kerouac did read

JDS. Considering Langusta's recent post, obviously he did --or had

atleast made the acquaintence of _the_ Seymour Glass.

 

Besides, I went back to the Warren French book I have on JDS

(apparently he also did one on Kerouac) and found that the Glass

chronicles have been compared to Kerouac's projected Duluoz Legend. Now

the only Kerouacs I think I've read is Dharma Bums ( and perhaps some

parts of On the Road, and have even the chronology all mixed up..) but

I believe Kerouac did not live long enough to rework his stories into a

coordinated whole, whereas one hopes JDS has...Like some on the list

(Malcs once said that he hopes for "Walt & Waker") my wish would be

ofcourse to have a complete annotated "Buddy Glass"  Though I would

rather lay my money on a blank sheet of paper enclosed by way of

explanation. Uh, without the cigar end, ofcourse.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sundeep Dougal (Sonny, to friends) Holden Caulfield, New Delhi, INDIA

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Date:         Sun, 3 Aug 1997 23:24:36 +0000

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word has gotten around

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Date:          Sun, 03 Aug 1997 16:00:45 -0600 (MDT)

From:          WILL HOCHMAN <hochman@uscolo.edu>

Subject:       Re: Kerouac's Seymour..

To:            Church of Salinger <bananafish@lists.nyu.edu>

Reply-to:      bananafish@lists.nyu.edu

 

ahh sonny, you've got your beat on the beat...sad to learn today of the

death of William Bouroughs...been reading some of Allen Ginsberg's

journals and poems lately so your post was just about perfect, thanks,

will

 



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