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The western lands by Burroughs...

September 24, 2023

For the love of the ellipses…me…clutching onto the darkness…the fan spins, buzzes like the end of the world or the beginning of it. What’s the difference? A chair falls and with it Rome. Sort of fun.

Face of the dancer blazes with alertness —

Thursday for him.

I’m just sharing excerpts from this book. I went to the last in the trilogy first because I’m looking for references. This is a splice through time and space apparently. I mean, Naked Lunch is vignettes —who gives a shit about order, he says, just read this in whatever goddamn order you want —

I need more contemporary examples, which I’ll find, I have a list. I’m reading around right now for autobiography and form. I am doing something that will hopefully be more like a narrative, if you would, in coming to the party, being welcomed back in song, to cut to lead singer Giampiero saying “what did you expect? You’re a cousin.”

I’ll probably end up reading this trilogy…out of curiosity. Rhythm though, you know? Leave the details to Joe.

Getting out of my head, even, as an exercise. Or creating a reality, a moment like— I’m just going to meditate on this passage. I’m such a visual person so what is this space?

I like this line below…for some reason. I’m putting it aside for something.

Can’t you see this as…some erotic prairie or a Maria Irene Fornes Mud? Two people. Or small town. She’s married, maybe, a new guy becomes infatuated with her spirit, freedom. Something. Not like it has to be literal like that. But something. There’s something to this phrase, even a collection of what — poems? Dreamy but dusty. Desire. Anyway…touch no country for old men or something. Something can go wrong, even.

From what I just read, this is his best late work? Well-received even for its form. I’m enjoying it, actually, taking my time with it. Re-reading some of these passages…putting myself in this reality creation…meditation on death…it seems to be a blend of fiction and nonfiction. A universe.

That’s it for today.

I’m not sure about this book in relation to mine. I’m just sharing some snippets. Just I’m reading as I’m searching for references for form and style.

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