“And I told you: no works of art, no language, no words, no thought, nothing. Nothing except a sort of incomprehensible and totally erect stance in the midst of everything in the mind. And don’t expect me to tell you what all this is called, and how many parts it can be divided into; don’t expect me to tell you its weight; or to get back in step and start discussing all this so that I may, without even realizing it, start THINKING.”
Archives for February 2020
‘Where the Press Is Free . . .
. . . and every man able to read, all is safe.’ — Thomas Jefferson
‘Would that it were so.’ — Straight Up | Staff of Thousands
What . ? . No Patti Smith?
Just kidding . . .
TLS Review: Brion Gysin Let the Mice In (and More)
‘Brion Gysin Let the Mice In’ is a key collaborative work. it represents those late 1950s to early 1960s years when Beat writing met European experimentalism. The most sophisticated intelligence of the Beat Generation was permanently affect.
Gysin is a lucid and witty writer. He gives glimpses of Burroughs at the moment when ‘Naked Lunch’ was being edited for Olympia Press — as he “ranted through the gargantuan roles of Doc Benway, A.J., Clem & Jody,” or as a drug addict, “through the shadows from one pharmacia to another, hugging a bottle of paregoric … his raincoat glinting like the underbelly of a shark.”
Last Breath, Memorialized
Cold Turkey Press has printed a card of this photo and poem in a limited edition.
Trump Centaur, Redux
An insult to pigs . . . and a liar to the marrow of his bones. “The Republican Party has become the most dangerous organization in world history.” — Noam Chomsky