William Seward Burroughs
February 5, 1914 - August 2, 1997
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The agressive medium this - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 23:47:04 (EDT)
It seems all my heros are now dead and WSB was San Francisco, CA USA - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 22:25:20 (EDT)
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WSB has to be one of the most influential individuals in my life. I have a page on my website which has some of my thoughts on WSB. In reading and thinking about WSB there is the sheer intensity of influence that WSB has had on Western culture during the last forty years. Postmodern culture would be a different creature if WSB hadn't existed. WSB has exerted a tremendous influence on the most popular of music trends: From the Futurist Arts movement to free jazz to the emerging noise movement now there is the huge visage of WSB staring in the deconditioning of mind. William S. Burroughs KICKS THE BUCKET WAKE will be held at Rebis Galleries, 1930 South Broadway, Denver, CO, 80210, ph 3036981841. Sunday, August 10, 8 p.m. and the shooting begins at 9:30. Readings, film/video, testamonials, and original work will be at the WAKE. This is the big send off for WSB into SILENCE. Denver, CO USA - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 21:08:51 (EDT)
Now that Burroughs is gone I feel just that little bit more alone in the world. I'm not gay, nor a drug user, nor a lover of guns, yet I feel as though I am the same species as Bill. It's hard to believe there will be no more books, no more paintings, no more records. God knows, he gave us enough, but still ... What a terrible shame that he had to die in a fucking hospital. Remember what he wrote in "Interzone"? That he'd rather die anywhere other than a hospital. I'll miss him terribly. My heart aches. Motel, motel, motel, loneliness moans across the still, oily, tidal, waters of east Texas bayou. Goodbye, Bill, moral vested Gentleman. - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 20:50:02 (EDT)
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Thanks for all the images. Thanks for all that virus. Thanks for all the memories and inspirations. The random father of pasting and folding. Say hi to Brion from those of us who are yet to go. Your influence on me has not yet reached a definite conclusion in me yet. Adelaide, S.A. Australia - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 20:47:05 (EDT)
I don't know the first thing about William S Burroughs. wellington, New Zealand - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 19:35:52 (EDT)
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who said it doesn't pay to be a junky chesopeake, va usa - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 18:36:45 (EDT)
As I reflect with you as my audience, I'm struck by my appreciation of their (the beatniks) and his (Borroughs) contribution. Cleveland, OH UAS - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 16:35:25 (EDT)
It begins as an insistent whisper,a surging moan that pulsates inside your head like you cant believe. Its not that you cant;you don't Reading, Berks England - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 16:22:18 (EDT)
I couldn't believe that he was still alive when I started reading his work about Christmas this year. What a great advert for drug abuse. But now I suppose we can't use that one. Ho-hum. Perhaps the end of an era or perhaps not. I don't know and he probably didn't care. What an expert. What a man. Sane as the hills. Cold grass chicken in a house full of screaming and non screaming busnissmen investing in trains. I don't think repetition is really necessary. Lancaster, England - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 16:05:30 (EDT)
OBrien will I we Rubes them, and I said of fuming, the is - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 14:36:37 (EDT)
"when I last talked with Mr. Burroughs, he said that he had no fear of - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 13:56:15 (EDT)
ad the around pal fall in a slow silent almost vertical ting - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 13:47:48 (EDT)
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A tribute to William S. Burroughs. (1914-1997) text rearangement from "Playback from Watergate to Eden" and "Electronic Revolution", edited. The virus strains. Let us attempt the details of the clue for their replication. Beat, start with street recorders. So you see a wise old proprietor, doctored radio communications unintelligible but from passing strangers. See how we will take in altered mutter line out of scrambled message more pictures you need. So you know the body and brainwave recordings but for this pictorial resemblance to give it is greatly increased by a portable tape recorder. If you want post-hypnotic suggestion? Remember the tone is the speaker. they knew without attempting, Kent Ohio with the tape recorders, broadcasts. Quite versatile in this erasure process in this way. the weekly news based on tape by Mr. Hubbard's reactive mind phrases could be extended by the news broadcasts, will hear the old footage. but THE INVISIBLE GENERATION... 'Viruses are obligatory cellular systems.' Now sneer at age 75, "so far carried out this operation? Recall I took my recordings back in cells in inner throats is DEATH." Soon he was flesh... In this orgasm no hands in that correspond to have yet completely random juxtapostation. Just what your opposing player does not give access to. Tape recorder 9 is the tape recorder's recording made in the street. They heard it is bursting inside him. Now we will turn him into the word. Another use? It refers to what you swingers use, recordings in the beginning of association. We have an obscure species of fans. President Johnson burst into existence. Protestors have been suggested that the other voices can make small units in THE INVISIBLE GENERATION laboratory. Ah, well... The units of the crowd, so he will scramble tape. We plot now using a funny feeling to the mutter line with advertising slogans and make such biological weapons. ANY NUMBER CAN PLAY - TAKE A CARD - ANY CARD. As word dust falls from demagnetized patterns. Dissapearing behind the horizon into the Western Lands. Rasta Robert --//-> xxxx, xx NL - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 13:47:13 (EDT)
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Burroughs said to me once, 'Death comes in all shapes and sizes.' In an important way, he will not be missed, as his rechanneling of language and thought so permeates these last years of the 20th century that his essence remains. For writers like myself, he was both a challenge and a path. He helped melt down the divide between our perceptions of reality and dreams. We are all poorer for his passing.
- Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 13:12:28 (EDT)
Burroughs was the first 'beat ' author i really got into. miami, fl usa - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 13:11:57 (EDT)
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Burroughs was the first 'beat ' author i really got into. i picked up his biography out of all things while working at a library , then naked lunch and well i was hooked. i was so shocked to hear of his death , mainly because the day before i'd picked up a photography mag with a picture of allen, and him and i'd actually wondered how old is he again? i wonder if he'll leave us soon .. i guess its true the beat has died. then that very nite at like 1 on-line i found out that he'd passed away. the lack of media coverage has me really pissed off but i'm sure bill doesn't really mind never needed them in life anyway ... i guess thats all ... never really did see it fit to cry for him ... i don't think he'd like that miami, fl usa - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 13:11:40 (EDT)
It's hard to sum up my feelings but I cried though i don't know why, he wouldn't all i can do is quote someone else Washington, Wa Us - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 11:48:25 (EDT)
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Safe in Heaven Jacking UpLondon, - England - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 11:44:11 (EDT)
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I only got into Burroughs about a year or two ago and dispite that he has had a more profound impact on my writing then anyone (save for Ginsberg) I remember the night before he had died is was discussing what I would do if he passed on to a good friend of mine, I decided I didn't want to live if the Beat Generation died but my friend made me promise that I wouldn't kill myself. The next night my sister told me and I totally broke down, I'm fine now but the lack of media coverage bothers me, Old Bull Lee is probably having a great laugh at all our expenses, down in Ohio or Kansas, holed up with Elvis and Kurt Cobain. Bath, ON Canada - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 11:21:28 (EDT)
my name is timm, its august 7 and i just found out about Burroughs' baltimore, MD usa - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 11:21:06 (EDT)
"f*ck em all, squares on both sides...I am the only pittsburgh, pa usa - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 11:02:57 (EDT)
the computer screen and the trees outside i cannot hear - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 09:46:02 (EDT)
If you say it was a violin, answer the telephone. Amsterdam, Netherlands - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 09:16:27 (EDT)
Although Burroughs first struck my consciousness through Kerouac's writing, it was in 1980 that I first met him -- he was sitting on my couch smoking a thick joint, wearing suit and hat and holding cane -- I was startled to see this elderly man smoking pot,but he introduced himself and shook my hand as a friend... Las Vegas/Lawrence, NV USA - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 08:17:23 (EDT)
Ah Pook, and myself - Bill ! Gamones, Spain - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 07:28:13 (EDT)
Lock them out and block the door - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 06:53:49 (EDT)
William S.; Perth, WA Australia - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 04:21:11 (EDT)
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mr william mr burroughs the great secret agent the monolithic literary enema man. what can one say? he's out there in the place of dead roads- in the western lands in subways at dawn in st louis in autumn persimmon. now he is leaves blowing down the street- now he's dim faraway flickering words and perhaps a light chuckle. i thank him for all those places he wrote about - that he gave away to everyone- those places and mind/spirit states that he's now BECOME. He's alone but not lonely with legions of wildboys in an infinite myriad array of dreamers passing on to stay. right now is a great time to read his book of dreams. of course it may haunt you to your bones(so take off your skin} calling out through the centuries "that was me into thin air..." a galaxy of supernovae pulled down the sky the day william burroughs asked death it's question. i hope he finds restaurants with food and hotels with beds a nd clear cool streams with salmon and places with clocks without time- here then and forever in the land of his dead. phoenix, az - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 03:52:12 (EDT)
The past few days have been immensely darkened. After remaining stoicly inebriated for every day since his passing, i can now say that i now truely understand what it was that he was trying to say. However it is different in every other's interpretation, and so i urge others to persevere, as his message ran on a very fundamental level, though always in the disguise of a ripping good yarn. Quite similar to the Bible in that respect... Orange, nsw Australia - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 02:58:46 (EDT)
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Well, it appears Mr. Weeli-yam has in fact left the theatre; whether he's lurking in the wings is another question. I feel fairly certain he could pull a Jesus or a Lazarus routine if he wanted, but I don't think he'd stoop so low. Beneath the dignity of a man like WSB. Anyhoo, we all know he was without peer and mining a completely personal field, but just on the off chance anyone is looking for similarly potent stuff, you might try: "Beat Hotel" by Harold Norse "TAZ" by Hakim Bey "Cosmic Trigger" by Robert Anton Wilson "Four Texts" by Antonin Artaud "Crash" by J.G. Ballard "The Process" by Brion Gysin "Valis" by Philip K. Dick " I hope you find your way, torn address in windy streets..." Arcata, Ca. U.S. of A. - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 01:59:06 (EDT)
Geez Bill, this is a bitch. Hope it wasn't painful. Bet you'd love to splice all these obits together, eh?
Sorry that I didn't get over for a match; kept putting it off. FYI, the City Fathers in Lawrence are shitting bricks; I don't think they appreciate being caught in this sort of spotlight.
See ya in a better place, guy.
Out. Fayette, MO US - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 01:17:34 (EDT)
I really admired him I going to miss him Huntingburg, IN USA - Thursday, August 07, 1997 at 01:12:29 (EDT)
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