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Needless be stated what WSB meant for all of us. Yet, I'm capable of perceiving an abandonness, a spot where unmistably makes me wonder whether a reader understands what we misdo when we label. cipher or prejudge. Please answer back if any one knows what mood I'm in. Many thankz indeed. Mexico, D.F., D.F. Mexico - Friday, September 05, 1997 at 01:40:27 (EDT)
bat.cincinnati, oh - Thursday, September 04, 1997 at 23:50:47 (EDT)
To James Grauerholz, New Zealand - Thursday, September 04, 1997 at 22:34:51 (EDT)
Uncle Bill and also Brion Gysin, New Zealand - Thursday, September 04, 1997 at 22:23:59 (EDT)
Farewell Mr. Burroughs, long shall we miss you and your poetry. Never shall we forget your style of writing that inspired us throughout your career. We have lost not just a cultural icon, but a genuine hero of the beat generation. Goodbye, from a fellow poet. Maybe I'll meet you in another time in another place. -Will NA, NNa NA - Thursday, September 04, 1997 at 20:53:43 (EDT)
Throught the smokey pages of the literay world there are few that seem to create images out of nonsense and in his life Burroughs has seem accomplish this task, and to him we wish to thanks for in doing so. SANTA ANA, CA - Thursday, September 04, 1997 at 14:22:48 (EDT)
Farewell, old warrior of the spirit -- may Hassan i Sabbah guide you safely through on your journey to the Western Lands. Ft. Wayne, IN - Thursday, September 04, 1997 at 12:34:25 (EDT)
El Hombre Invisible Kalamazoo, MI US - Thursday, September 04, 1997 at 11:32:25 (EDT)
Cross the wounded galaxies - Wednesday, September 03, 1997 at 22:57:38 (EDT)
Burroughs went out there so that I could go farther. Cumberland Gap, TN USA - Wednesday, September 03, 1997 at 19:09:46 (EDT)
I admired the Mr. Burroughs style, his writings, and his whole atitude on everything. I'll miss him very much. Toledo, Oh USA - Wednesday, September 03, 1997 at 17:10:25 (EDT)
gap.023 gap.023 gap.023 LAWRENCE, KS USA - Wednesday, September 03, 1997 at 13:12:21 (EDT)
gap.023 gap.023 gap.023 LAWRENCE, KS USA - Wednesday, September 03, 1997 at 13:12:18 (EDT)
The great god Pan is dead. - Wednesday, September 03, 1997 at 10:17:20 (EDT)
When I drink, I tip my glass for Bill and all his twisted wisdom Skellefteå, Sweden - Wednesday, September 03, 1997 at 10:12:27 (EDT)
no got clom friday ,goodbye ithaca, ny. USA - Tuesday, September 02, 1997 at 18:52:25 (EDT)
william seward burroughs was agless & timeless, ebb & flow. U.S.A. - Monday, September 01, 1997 at 03:18:13 (EDT)
I've been, shall we say, out of circulation for a month's Hudson, FL - Sunday, August 31, 1997 at 23:41:50 (EDT)
There is nothing to say that he hasn't already said. Have a good rest, Uncle Bill. Port Coquitlam, BC Canada - Sunday, August 31, 1997 at 20:20:57 (EDT)
WSB was the Gertrude Stein of the second half of the century. New York, NY - Sunday, August 31, 1997 at 17:05:16 (EDT)
- Sunday, August 31, 1997 at 17:03:32 (EDT)
I've been reading Burroughs for about 30 years. Read "Junky" so many times that I could recite long passages Sebastopol, Cca usa - Sunday, August 31, 1997 at 16:06:11 (EDT)
I was first introduced to Bill's writing in the middle of a split between my parents (a wish come true). San Diego, CA United States - Saturday, August 30, 1997 at 16:35:40 (EDT)
CONTROL. "Nothing is true, everything is permitted." Melbourne, vic australia - Saturday, August 30, 1997 at 00:41:49 (EDT)
All those gray junk yesterdays.... Tulsa, Ok USA - Friday, August 29, 1997 at 22:33:28 (EDT)
I learned of Burrough's death just yesterday, from "Rolling Voorheesville, NY USA - Friday, August 29, 1997 at 19:35:26 (EDT)
Oh Christ, now some fucked-up post-pre-hippy chick book-skimmer in 30 years' time is gonna insist he's still alive and foister her bullshit thoughts on us with a paperback guide to the great man's life and times. London, England - Friday, August 29, 1997 at 05:31:29 (EDT)
shit...fuck...damn..and all the rest!!! I can't believe it. I guess we all have to go sometime but i thought that Bill had a few more years left to him on this world at least. I kinda always thought he would never die, but at least his words never will... He was like a bullet from the cosmic gun...BANG!! and he was off plowing through taboos and social barriers and constructs because he knew no other way. I was just starting to understand him(at least i think i was)... i owe him a great deal(as we all do!!)as a writer and a human being. He was the shit from God's ass and we all needed his stink to remind us of the possibilities...i can still hear the typewriter keys through the walls at night...bye Bill. Seattle, Wa United Hates - Thursday, August 28, 1997 at 15:01:22 (EDT)
There was as much to love about William S Burroughs as there was to fear about him. Someone I knew once compared him to Jesus Christ..."He lived his life so that we could learn"...was how I think he put it. Toronto, Canada - Thursday, August 28, 1997 at 13:27:22 (EDT)
la sombra del otro jamás llego distrito federal, méxico - Thursday, August 28, 1997 at 03:28:06 (EDT)
William S. was a man of Ontario, CA USA - Thursday, August 28, 1997 at 01:16:47 (EDT)
REPORT: INTERZONE, Aug. 27, 1997: --------------I've never finished Naked Lunch; I find it virtually indecipherable. That's why I turn to it on a regular basis: to remind myself that such diction and syntax can exist, to now and then explode my own turgid prose, my perverse will to sense-making and clarity, to laugh and cry at the vein-tracked feet of a fag junky guru. "Remember," Burroughs advised, "a writer must write." Tubingen, Germany - Wednesday, August 27, 1997 at 17:51:33 (EDT)
REPORT: INTERZONE, Aug. 27, 1997: --------------I've never finished Naked Lunch; I find it virtually indecipherable. That's why I turn to it on a regular basis: to remind myself that such diction and syntax can exist, to now and then explode my own turgid prose, my perverse will to sense-making and clarity, to laugh and cry at the vein-tracked feet of a fag junky guru. "Remember," Burroughs advised, "a writer must write." Tubingen, Germany - Wednesday, August 27, 1997 at 17:50:39 (EDT)
Tubingen, Germany - Wednesday, August 27, 1997 at 17:42:09 (EDT)
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WORDS OF ADVICE TOO YOUNG PEOPLE: Muskegon, MI USA - Wednesday, August 27, 1997 at 16:52:28 (EDT)
ca - Wednesday, August 27, 1997 at 05:36:46 (EDT)
Sydney, N.S.W Australia - Tuesday, August 26, 1997 at 23:06:38 (EDT)
William S. Burroughs died today, was the statement broadcast On NPR. My heart sank, but what was there to do, I drove home and reread the Interzone. Uncle Bill was not only a genius, but an insperation to three decades of dissallusioned and listliss youth. Bill you will be missed. End Nova Transmission. Exit in Grey Room. Athens, Oh USA - Tuesday, August 26, 1997 at 20:29:21 (EDT)
It's kinda fucked up knowing that Bill is gone. After reading Naked Lunch i was convinced that nothing would ever kill this man. I recently read tornado alley, and the first two pages are by far the most expressive, straightforward words that i have ever read. See ya later Bill. have a blast. Petersburg, MI No - Tuesday, August 26, 1997 at 18:25:47 (EDT)
When you first hear of something as obviously distressing as Jacksonville, FL UFL USA - Tuesday, August 26, 1997 at 17:12:25 (EDT)
Homage to Thee O Bill in they setting - Tuesday, August 26, 1997 at 01:16:43 (EDT)
It's funny--I always thought I would get to meet WSB. There is more in his writing than we will ever know. "To William Seward Burroughs, in hopes that he is still alive." Austin, TX USA - Tuesday, August 26, 1997 at 00:42:34 (EDT)
The falling of the king has come. Today is a sad day for me as I find one of the world's most awesome authors has passed away. Auckland, NZ New Zealand - Monday, August 25, 1997 at 21:30:58 (EDT)
this is still an adjustment. isolation is still at the heart of the pain. the sense that everyone is forgetting & lazy by nature when there is so much to be done. to be considered... constructing dream machines is not enough but it is a good beginning under the circumstances if all else fails. The collective dream & the accumulated dreams of time & history are apparent all around us. Can we wake up and act before we lose ourselves and our cats? The 3 true mourners of human kind are the 3 species of lice dependent on us for life. We can do better than this, boys and girls, plants, dogs & kitties... NYC, - Monday, August 25, 1997 at 18:59:44 (EDT)
I hate to use this cliche', but things won't be the same without Huntington, wv - Monday, August 25, 1997 at 15:29:32 (EDT)
The death of W.S.B is a Tragic loss. He had so much more to offer the world. He has helped me overcome my addiction and was a source of
relief during those cold ache in the lungs,lust for a metalic arm prick, paragoric cooking... "still waiting on the man" mornings.
He was and still is my greatest source of "Soul Junk" and
I was hoping for One more Fix.Long live His Memory.
Cape Town, South Africa - Monday, August 25, 1997 at 13:47:00 (EDT)
The last of my idols has fallen. Nashua, NH USA - Sunday, August 24, 1997 at 22:29:47 (EDT)
bill burroughs was perhaps one of the most brilliant men to come out of the twentith century. the way he saw things was not only different, but Phoenix, AZ USA - Sunday, August 24, 1997 at 20:45:22 (EDT)
Dr. Benway! Where the fuck were you when he needed you? here, xx xx - Sunday, August 24, 1997 at 19:19:32 (EDT)
What got me about having a go at a bit of Burroughs was the transformation, not of the mind-set merely, but of the total being-set. A creepy but most welcome externally induced metamorphosis. People talk about his 'ear' for language, but he was an acute visual and psychological observer too. On top of all this, I just liked his yarns. Enticingly lurid stuff mixed in with almost domestic encounters with characters (I'm thinking especially of The Place of Dead Roads)whose gladly shaken hand would leave an intimate impression to go to your bed with. I found him clear-minded, practical, and effective. His pointers on increasing psycho-visual acuity by adopting colour 'filters' actually work. Finally, he was not only persuasive about the 'magical universe', he also made this universe a place which could, in certain quarters, actually operate along open-ended, open-eyed, and open-door social sorcery. Cheers, Mr. Burroughs. Birmingham, England - Sunday, August 24, 1997 at 15:38:43 (EDT)
The moment I found out William Burroughs had died I felt as if it was my closest friend. I was truly saddened and alone. William was one of the few voices in america that truly was unique and provoking. I recently completed an experimental video that was inspired by the Burrough's essay, "It is necessary to Travel," from the adding machine collection. It certainly wasn't a direct translation of his piece, but his ideas about space and subversion are present. His ideas about art and the function it should serve are among so of the most innovative and avant-garde to date. Even though the man is gone, his presence will remain forever. Olympia, WA USA - Saturday, August 23, 1997 at 01:39:25 (EDT)
what can one say about william that has not been already tx - Saturday, August 23, 1997 at 00:12:00 (EDT)
the government has been concealing alien life and harboring a X - Friday, August 22, 1997 at 22:25:44 (EDT)
So - Bill is gone. I'm too far away ever to have met him but I knew him nonetheless. So many people read him but so few appreciated his humour. Twisted & bitter maybe but hilarious all the same. I had some of my best laughs ever with Bill and I miss him and his absurd spin on what we foolishly regard as reality. I doubt if you'll rest in peace, Bill. The world needs your gnarled Kansas wisdom too much to let you sleep just yet. You have much still to tell us. Glasgow, UK - Friday, August 22, 1997 at 18:02:14 (EDT)
I first read William Burroughs nine years ago, and he - Friday, August 22, 1997 at 08:51:18 (EDT)
"You face death all the time, and for that time you are - Friday, August 22, 1997 at 05:07:08 (EDT)
Naked Lunch was another wake-up call. Interzone: Been Ripley, ME USA - Friday, August 22, 1997 at 00:30:46 (EDT)
salina, ks u.s.a. - Thursday, August 21, 1997 at 21:15:42 (EDT)
Oustanding website but I could not find any information of his collaboration with Tom Waits on the Black Rider cd Alhambra, CA USA - Thursday, August 21, 1997 at 17:13:59 (EDT)
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good bye dude :( torshälla, sweden - Thursday, August 21, 1997 at 16:20:13 (EDT)
I am a writer, performance artist, anarchist. Somehow I stumbled on to this page and I think it is wonderful. Burrough's has completely shaped my consciousness. I have read most of his work in depth, most recently "Ghost of Chance." It is almost impossible for me to recount how much he has influenced me but I will make an attempt. His method of narrative, that is, his use of non-linear description has completely shaped my work. From "Naked Lunch" to "Western Lands" I have been memorized by his technique. His ideas of a spontaneous universe - Thursday, August 21, 1997 at 16:03:26 (EDT)
As a former member of the Lawrence community from my days at - Thursday, August 21, 1997 at 13:55:57 (EDT)
Burroughs was my idol. He taught me how to duck the bullshit, tell my own truth, have a sense of humor. God, I so wanted to meet the man, but his spirit lives on. Providence, RI 02909 - Thursday, August 21, 1997 at 10:16:23 (EDT)
I am your dead son, I am going to see you, my livers gone - Thursday, August 21, 1997 at 07:25:24 (EDT)
CHARLESTON, SC USA - Wednesday, August 20, 1997 at 23:11:33 (EDT)
CHARLESTON, SC USA - Wednesday, August 20, 1997 at 22:57:19 (EDT)
He wasn't any different than you or me! - Wednesday, August 20, 1997 at 22:45:52 (EDT)
Publisher of "On the Road" and "Naked Lunch" in Turkish, in my small publishing house KIYI. Hope to keep in touch. istanbul, turkey - Wednesday, August 20, 1997 at 22:08:50 (EDT)
We've lost one of the best reasons we've ever had for freedom of speech. - Wednesday, August 20, 1997 at 18:08:07 (EDT)
After the suffering through study of deconstructionism and derrida, I unlearned it all as I turned the first page of "The Soft Machine." I broke my word lines. - Wednesday, August 20, 1997 at 15:45:03 (EDT)
reading naked lunch changed my life. i'd always wanted to go down to kansas and shakes Australia - Tuesday, August 19, 1997 at 21:40:34 (EDT)
I'll miss knowing that he's out there, fighting the Ugly Spirit Norwich, UK - Tuesday, August 19, 1997 at 08:45:22 (EDT)
thank you, Mr. Burroughs. You will be missed. san diego, ca usa - Tuesday, August 19, 1997 at 02:24:35 (EDT)
I am always looking for explanations or illuminations! CC, TX USA - Monday, August 18, 1997 at 13:03:13 (EDT)
There's a lot of people who've added their comments to this page who were obviously greater fans of the man than myself. A lot of people seem to know all his books and other works, some people appear to have been lucky enough to have known or met him. I don't know much about the man, although his way of thinking touched me. On my wall at home I have a large photocopied picture of his face, taken from a still from his thanksgiving film. Underneath is the quote 'Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.' The expression on his face, frozen in space forever, is in my mind now as I write this. Despite the cracked, wrinkled geography of his face, his eyes shine out of the picture like those of a baby. He looks beautiful. As someone else said on this page, there goes another truly great man I'll never meet. Thankyou thankyou thankyou WSB, I hope you still look beautiful. LOVE. Edinburgh/London, The U.K. - Monday, August 18, 1997 at 11:09:07 (EDT)
Honest Bill, thank you first of all for your bulletins on Arlington, VA USA - Monday, August 18, 1997 at 00:02:17 (EDT)
WSB, August 1997 Lawrence, ks us - Sunday, August 17, 1997 at 18:06:13 (EDT)
Bill, Birmingham, England - Sunday, August 17, 1997 at 08:59:18 (EDT)
Sweep through the contrived shit that pollutes . . . . A banal tale of disaffected youth from an old soul and suicidal teenager: Cork, Ireland - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 22:35:31 (EDT)
He once said, "I am the cat who walks alone." It doesn't sound so bad, when you realize he did it so WELL. Goodbye, Bill. Brooklyn, NY USA - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 22:09:55 (EDT)
He once said, "I am the cat who walks alone." It doesn't sound so bad, when you realize, he did it so WELL. Goodbye, Bill Brooklyn, NY USA - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 22:06:50 (EDT)
Cardiac Arrest Goddam It! After 40 years of Bill Burroughs routines in print where was the fucking sink plunger? Eastbourne, UK - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 18:25:14 (EDT)
even if the word said it : to live means to leave... france - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 17:13:17 (EDT)
We have given one of our best... - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 15:27:40 (EDT)
I was fortunate enough to meet the Priest about two weeks Decatur, AL USA - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 13:40:34 (EDT)
William S. Burroughs. . . Bloomington, IN USA - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 11:39:52 (EDT)
So long, Bill. - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 10:28:19 (EDT)
Slow down, the world spins so quikly. Damn, squares on all sides eh Bill? I read him in a time that the chaos of the world was new to me. A time when the purity was slipping away and I was becoming twisted and true by visions no one should ever have to see but we do just turning on the news. Bill's writings, the Interzone, connected me and sorted these things and made them then, now, me, you numb. When we see to much we can never go back just live. He didn't want to tell us, not like the others but he did and I thank him. Citizen Craig Michaud CA USA - Saturday, August 16, 1997 at 02:38:34 (EDT)
" Like good bye then, Willy the Rat-Remember i was the dreamer orlando, fl - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 23:21:10 (EDT)
Jacksonville, Fl amerika - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 22:20:38 (EDT)
I was a dork with long hair making pretty terrible music, until someone - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 21:55:13 (EDT)
Destroy the word, the concept, and what it stands for. Burroughs has taught me that there is a controlling factor within everyone, right down to the spoken word...something we use so loosely. To William Burroughs you have helped lay a virus that will counter the controlling elite in the end. Enjoy the Bardo plain Sir because it's everything you've jabbered about. Athens, OH Athens - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 20:37:13 (EDT)
I originally came to the sight when Old Bull died bud didn't add any comments because I'm only a nobody whom the Beats made famous in his own nobody-mind. San Diego, CA amerika - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 19:18:19 (EDT)
Will Lee is dead. Now we are forced to lower the limits of depravity. The world has lost it's most precious deviant. Houston, TX USA - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 17:55:39 (EDT)
thank you grandpa, your influence is deeply appreciated and cherished. i hold the memories of your distinct voice close to me all the time.. i will not forget, though i may not always remember?>?>?>>>!!?!?>............empdwarf canton, ohio usa - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 16:37:32 (EDT)
Nashville, TN USA - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 16:00:13 (EDT)
he was the father of us all. i will miss him very much. i look at his works everyday. - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 15:17:47 (EDT)
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Dear Uncle Bill, - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 14:50:34 (EDT)
he wrote to himself. that's what so great about his work, Israel - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 12:46:41 (EDT)
The fat green sickly halfassed midget walked down the street a squat little insignificant urban glob, ditto to the google power - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 12:25:20 (EDT)
Orgone. Hamburg, Germany - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 12:17:06 (EDT)
seems like old William Lee got enough of the old farce. Frankfurt, Germany - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 12:09:29 (EDT)
You bastard! I thought you would live for ever! Ii thought you were gonna outlive me! Birmingham, UK - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 10:47:23 (EDT)
Old Bull Lee is gone. London, UK London - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 10:09:20 (EDT)
What are we here for? We're all here to go. - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 07:30:54 (EDT)
This man was truly special. I adored his genius, his spirit, Britain - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 07:09:10 (EDT)
AJ Connell, Gibbons and Los Alamos; ferrets at Harvard; the cry of 'exterminator'; a blood-stained pack of Lucky Strikes torn up and flushed down the pan; the first morphine syrettes and working the hole with Phil White; a marijuana field in texas; wetbacks picking bill's cotton; Lola la Chatta and Dave Tercerero - vultures circling in a blue sky; Yage and Panama; Tangier, Paul Bowles, Eukodol and final despair; apomorphine and London; success and notoriety and no going back; brion gysin, sinclair beiles and 'minutes to go'; running the e-meter, John Brady and ian Summerville; new york, the bunker and more junk; lawrence, target practice and paintings and cats; final years now gone. I am still trying to work out what Bill and his work really means, and I return to it again and again through his books. Can someone please tell me why I am obsessed with Bill, what he did and what he wrote and who he really was? london, england - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 06:01:31 (EDT)
The writer of our century has died. I was reading the "Naked lunch" about the same time he passed away. mikkeli, finland - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 04:18:50 (EDT)
...his final journey has carried him beyond. Oshawa, On Canada - Friday, August 15, 1997 at 02:04:05 (EDT)
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matinee flour white eyes, slap knee cap haunted me. the dishes were cold and weak timid grey, murder was onside it like a plan of men in nine. ears could not diffuse shapes, the skin flaps gaping wide open-- the cinema disappoints and fragments the shades that pale my skin. humble words, gather straight whiskey and prohibition fueles the fire... among the soda jerks was a stool mate I had first examined in my youth, his carbon black eye rimmed glance tore scissor gaps into me and I fell towards the mouth of his river. centipede remains, my elbow locked on the door ajar, evil buzzards displayed their knives to me and I spat out blue grey black resin at them-- meester, how some you got not what I know you want? ...exactly fifty two cents in my pockets, dithyramb glass stained windows a greenery of hopelessness, my plumbing was is dire need of cleaning so I offered the young toad a muscle relaxer and I took the last of the methadone. allen died. flatulence revealed in many disgusting thorough shapes revealing ominessence... presciption: cocaine - some weasel sneaked off to that pay phone and called the heat on all of us. warm was not in dialect, her majesty the cat was outside, cold damp and psychic mews drew me from the canvasectomy towards the bible i kept in shreds outside near a buckshot coffeecan... measles was his name and I wanted stomach lining to ease up accrue some easy spread on my death bed-- get rid of that family dog, it is x-rayed to prove there is no soul in a godless animal... chinese laundry closed... meestah burroughs, he dead. INTERZONE - Thursday, August 14, 1997 at 22:21:34 (EDT)
I think Burroughs said that the first person he'd look up would be - Thursday, August 14, 1997 at 22:01:50 (EDT)
I wanted to thank you for taking the time to set up a site after the death of Mr. Burroughs and dedicated to the "old guru" as keroauc calls him in Desolation Angels. Auburn, Al Usa - Thursday, August 14, 1997 at 18:15:29 (EDT)
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Making it brief, because long eulogies make us fall asleep, Burroughs summated the beauty of our modern terror. He fragmented with us, as the voice of onomastic reason. As Old Bull said, "only damn fools pay no attention to visions." He was the hipster queer junkie con orator, us the unwitting new filles de joie passing by his block. His riffs were so on it. . . I have a hard time knowing he will be in a carious way. (look up the words, be literary for Bill's sake) I don't mean to come on sour, but this is a beat set-up. Bill, if there is an afterlife, don't forget a rifle, pen and pad. I am going to miss hearing from him, I suppose we all will. Tacoma, wa USA - Thursday, August 14, 1997 at 15:27:13 (EDT)
Well well, bill dies, our MAN no less, and it leaves quite london, England - Thursday, August 14, 1997 at 10:25:49 (EDT)
bill's crook brow flaps its wings still.if there is something after,he's raising quite a noise,I bet,pissed off that he's got to check his gun at the door. - Thursday, August 14, 1997 at 07:50:57 (EDT)
Bill,you said "We're all here to go" now your gone.Have a Toronto, On Canada - Thursday, August 14, 1997 at 03:22:38 (EDT)
Now, I could talk about the defendants, about their comings Montreal, QQC Canada - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 22:07:11 (EDT)
p.s. pittsburgh, pa u s a - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 21:26:44 (EDT)
p.s. pittsburgh, pa u s a - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 21:26:22 (EDT)
pitt, - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 21:24:13 (EDT)
when i found out about this man's death it was days after it transpired. this man was one of the most real and understanding persons who ever lived. It makes me sick to see that the world ignored this man's death, one of the most intellectually stimulating author's ever to make their way through my own thick skull, after making such a big deal of g. versace's death, a man who offered nothing in the way of inspiration for the mind. pittsburgh, pa usa - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 19:53:44 (EDT)
Little, Willie, was very silly, For he did a bit of smack, He lived quite long you know, but now he's on his back. I love you man. - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 18:40:52 (EDT)
hello USA - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 18:33:37 (EDT)
And so you lived the longest, you moribund junk-bound fiend. Toronto, ON Canada - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 18:29:50 (EDT)
Remember the words of the most brilliant and clear-sighted author of satire in 20th century literature: Trondheim, Norway - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 16:32:55 (EDT)
"Hustlers of the world, Charleston, WV USA - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 16:08:04 (EDT)
Bill was the only American writer who stood up for my particular race of animal. Being a sasquatch is not always easy and with the law on our tails my family and I are forced to constantly relocate. Bill stood up for us and never had I felt such hope when he made fun of the typical American 300 pound slob who wanted to rub us out in case we might 'hurt' somebody. Thank you Bill thank you. My grandchildren will sing songs of praise for many moons to come. there are no cities, there are no nations - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 12:42:59 (EDT)
Phew, Turku, Finland - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 12:19:47 (EDT)
I believe what I see, what I am, where I am and how I got here USA - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 10:33:25 (EDT)
BEATFAGGOTJUNKIEDEATH - SHIT HAPPENS Highlands, Scotland - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 10:14:24 (EDT)
I cannot remember when I first heard your name. I cannot remember where I first read your name. All I can say for sure was that it feels many lifetimes ago. London, England - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 09:19:28 (EDT)
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"THERE IS NO FINALITY TO THIS REALITY. ONLY CONSTANT CHANGE AND NEW BEGINNINGS" Child of Nova, Communication's over; No more Stated controls, No tethers to cling to the soul... Shootin' up images in the Whole, Shittin' out visions from Black & White holes; The Hip-Hop, Be-Bop junkies Laid unadorned, driftin' free To the sound of a 23 gun salute Whisper goodbye William, the Man in the Suit... Children of Nova, Transmission's over ...... - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 09:10:41 (EDT)
HOW I LEARNED OF THE BIG FIX - Wednesday, August 13, 1997 at 09:06:38 (EDT)
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Junkie Bill Normal, IL USA - Tuesday, August 12, 1997 at 19:36:17 (EDT)
Bye Bye Billy London, England - Tuesday, August 12, 1997 at 09:01:55 (EDT)
Poop! Scalabadzing! yarbow plogg? - Tuesday, August 12, 1997 at 06:19:45 (EDT)
I guess that when I think of Burroughs, I seem to first envision him as the characters described by Jack Kerouac in such mainstream works as On The Road. Kerouac (after all) had a certain way of describing people in their truest form. I remember him describing Burroughs as Old Bull Lee, the seemingly insane "intellectual-addict" shooting up at two in the afternoon and ranting the truths of life at his bleary eyed and barely comprehending house guests. He held little reverence for practical issues, choosing instead to drive the whole damn busload of us right into oblivion. I love that about him. seattle, wa - Tuesday, August 12, 1997 at 05:58:17 (EDT)
I was shocked to hear that William Burroughs has died. - Tuesday, August 12, 1997 at 02:45:57 (EDT)
I was shocked to hear that William Burroughs has died. - Tuesday, August 12, 1997 at 02:30:45 (EDT)
To lose Alan and Bill so close to one another Vancouver, BC Canada - Tuesday, August 12, 1997 at 01:22:11 (EDT)
I feel the world just isn't the same without our junkie brother - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 19:30:46 (EDT)
The writer & his characters are one. Always were. But now that you are there, we are here. And the story continues... NYC, - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 18:17:37 (EDT)
i just liked knowing he was on the planet with me. arlington, va arlington - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 17:11:19 (EDT)
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I met The Old man In my dreams As a kind of mentor of the dead Souls. Burroughs greatly influenced my (lack of) understanding the Magick Arts In the nineties he was maybe more in his place than any other time. I believe Burroughs was one of the greatest Magickal philosophers that our time has known. His universe was functioning as a Magickal current totally inargurated by himself. I have always had the greatest respect for his work and His words will make many of us have thoughts inimaginable without his being. Rotterdam, Holland - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 14:35:55 (EDT)
Without Los Angeles, CA - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 14:35:05 (EDT)
I have never liked so-called Beat writers but Bill seemed to Wolverhampton, England - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 10:28:32 (EDT)
And so you go off into that great silence, out of the bowels Seoul, Ky South Korea - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 07:39:47 (EDT)
Dear Ms. Solberg, - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 06:01:58 (EDT)
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What answer do I now give to, "Who do you think is the best living writer." The chasm is too great to contemplate right now. Lemon Grove, CA - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 03:14:03 (EDT)
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Naked Glee Gladness reigns at the death of Bill. His work was psychopathological filth! He murdered his wife and went scot free. He lost his soul to drugs and sex. He was a pedophile, not less. Look in the sewer of human degradation And find Bill. He lost his humanity; no he threw it all away With both hands. He deserves to burn in Hell for all eternity. Amen! :D - Monday, August 11, 1997 at 02:28:40 (EDT)
I came to see the glowing neon grave, and lo and behold, there they were: Mississauga, ont Canada - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 23:08:06 (EDT)
Ah, William, goodbye. Bridgewater, NJ USA - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 23:06:24 (EDT)
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i don't even think i was twelve when i started reading burroughs. it was a time in my life where i had just moved, i was very antisocial, i couldn't stand people at all, and my thoughts always veered to the paranoid and dreamy. I was in a different world and totally unhappy about it- with the way i thought about other human beings and the way i was treated, i figured i was going to grow up and become a child molester or kill my wife or get addicted to drugs. I had always been reading kerouac and philip k dick ( mainly because those books had been sitting around my house). The both of them impressed me, but it wasn't until i first picked up The Western Lands and Nova Express that i realized that all my fears and lonliness were only realtive. Here was a man who thought along the same lines as i did, spent time writing and reading about the things in my head- it was like he was inside of me. its like when you want to say something, but you can't. then, someone comes along and says it for yo and you think, " wow, he understands" burroughs influenced my life, my outlook ( we both have very nihilistic outlooks), and my writing. If i hadn't allowed some of his style to creep into me, i probably wouldn't have written a book and pursued my writing. before he died, i had several dreams where we were on his porch talking about guns, drugs, insects, and everything. the final dream was on the night of august second when we were deep in coversation and joan came out, fresh blood still dripping from the hole in her head " bill, come on, we have to go" burroughs turned to me and said, " well, see ya soon, m'boy" yeah, see you soon bill. street, md usa - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 22:54:57 (EDT)
All I have to say is I just feel like shit, his work will only fully be appreciated in the generations to come.Goodbye ole Bull Lee.. Little Rock , AR USA - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 18:52:22 (EDT)
william s burroughs was the only person of celebrity status who ever held any influence over my creative output. the man was a genius in his own rights and I will miss his contributions to my life. dublin, ca usa - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 17:00:21 (EDT)
Nashville, TN - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 13:42:09 (EDT)
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Memories of Old Bull Lee A reading with Jim Carroll in Toronto sometime in the early eighties - His junkie priest character in Drugstore Cowboy. The original "big three" Beat writers are all gone now. It was always great reading about the Beats and thinking about how "Bull" and "Carlo" were still out there. When I was driving to work last week it seemed as though the world had changed. These people had such an impact on me when I was a lonely high school student. Now that I am a teacher they remind me of life's infinite possibilities. Thank you, Bill. Tony Melbourne, Victoria Australia - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 08:30:07 (EDT)
I was saddened to see William S. Burroughs and dead in the same article a few days ago. scottsdale, AZ USA - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 04:59:30 (EDT)
I think Billy would be amused by the thought that in spite of the fact that he did so many poisonous things to himself during his long and distinguished career, it was a run-of-the-mill heart attack that did him in. You have to admit- the irony is delicious. Boston, MA - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 03:31:18 (EDT)
Uncle Bill, he gave me courage to speak, he was a creepy old bugger, but he never Bancroft, ONT Canada - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 01:40:16 (EDT)
William Burroughs is dead. Portland, OR 97206 - Sunday, August 10, 1997 at 00:08:49 (EDT)
neon the around keep you e be come can a and told caressingly - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 23:56:03 (EDT)
The grey eminence will be sadly missed. Have a safe journey, Bill... Australia - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 23:32:34 (EDT)
WSB was a rarity in this cosmic collison of mass uncertainty that so many mundanly call life. B. possessed the gift of creation, the sincerity of cold altruism in context to the bleeding flame of his junk habit pen. He had an irreverant honesty that catupulted his work into the genre of life, not fiction. In this humidor for complacency, B. taught those who were willing to live, to read-to love. He is placed on that literary barstool as the man with enough courage and responsibility to pour his own drinks into an endless drinking vase. Lubbock, Tx usa - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 18:30:43 (EDT)
WSB was a rarity in this cosmic collison of mass uncertainty that so many mundanly call life. B. possessed the gift of creation, the sincerity of cold altruism in context to the bleeding flame of his junk habit pen. He had an irreverant honesty that catupulted his work into the genre of life, not fiction. In this humidor for complacency, B. taught those who were willing to live, to read-to love. He is placed on that literary barstool as the man with enough courage and responsibility to pour his own drinks into an endless drinking vase. Lubbock, Tx usa - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 18:28:54 (EDT)
Far Stockholm, Sweden - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 16:59:18 (EDT)
William S. Burroughs was the Greatest Writer ever to live. - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 16:05:41 (EDT)
I couldn't get to the "KC Star: lawrence residents remember Burroughs:" - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 14:24:21 (EDT)
Bob Gitlin Shaker Heights, OH U.S.A. - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 13:24:46 (EDT)
wow, i can't believe it, the grand old man is dead. i'm completely stunned. i don't think there are any words for the loss that all of us, as human beings, have just suffered with the passing of wsb. - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 13:08:10 (EDT)
He's gotta be hangin out Tim Leary. - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 12:59:36 (EDT)
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I propose to end the debate by declaring Burroughs the greatest writer of the 21st Century. Unlike Beckett's attempt to whittle language down to nothing, WSB went in the opposite direction and exploded the possibilities of language wide open for everyone to storm through. And amid the swirling carnival of junk, guns, boys and stratospheric flights of poetry, let us not forget that Burroughs was among America's funniest people. When he was giving us a tour of his shotgun paintings at a gallery pre-opening, someone remarked on the pin he unfailingly wore on his lapel. "The French Commandeur Des Arts et des Lettres," he proudly explained, dryly adding, "they gave it to Jerry Lewis." Toronto, Canada - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 12:40:30 (EDT)
See you in the western lands! chicago, il usa - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 07:18:19 (EDT)
Bill was a screwed genius, who took on legendary staus in New Zealand - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 06:48:57 (EDT)
BILL'S PATH Oslo, Norway - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 03:34:18 (EDT)
I discovered the ideas of William Burroughs from reading Jack Kerouac's On The Road- the first novel that got me interested in reading. I had just graduated from high school, and my world was quickly changing. The ideas that these two men shared in the forties and fifties, along with the obvious others, to those who know, greatly appealed to me at a time when my mind craved new ideas and experiences. Now I am in my twenties, and I am still very grateful to these novelists and poets who pushed the boundaries of rational thought. Baltimore, Md - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 02:05:02 (EDT)
I discovered the ideas of William Burroughs from reading Jack Kerouac's On The Road- the first novel that got me interested in reading. I had just graduated from high school, and my world was quickly changing. The ideas that these two men shared in the forties and fifities, along with the obvious others to those who know, greatly appealed to me at a time when my mind craved new ideas and experiences. Now I am in my twenties, and I am still very grateful to these novelists and poets who pushed the boundaries of rational thought. Baltimore, Md - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 02:02:36 (EDT)
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s sure the around suitcase you just be disguised can B separate - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 01:39:22 (EDT)
I was doing a search of "William S. Burroughs" + Urantia when I came upon this website. What a jolt. I didn't know he had died. Of course it's like him to create a shock in his passing. I recall reading through CITIES OF THE RED NIGHT in a bookstore several years ago after it was first published. The prose was literally like an electric current charging from the book through my hands through my brain to my heart. He was always a mysterious person to me. I don't believe I agreed with his understanding of reality, but he always intrigued me. Maybe I'll run into him at the next level. Dallas, TX USA - Saturday, August 09, 1997 at 00:14:37 (EDT)
So Old Bull Lee has finally run out the clock. Loved by
many, hated by more, he's immortal now. Philadelphia, PA USA - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 21:30:07 (EDT)
We paid homage to The Godfather of The American Nightmare, William S. Burroughs in our platform for the WIN WITH WINKO '96 Presidential Campaign, and the section read like this: Winkothustraville, planet-TRONA - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 20:40:04 (EDT)
Burroughs is and is not. As words repeated in the mind, New York, NY USA - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 18:17:04 (EDT)
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If Allen Ginsberg was the father figure/lover that I never had, William Seward Burroughs was the grandfather figure/lover that I will always dream of. Burroughs made status quo obsolete. CA The Untited States of Disgrace - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 17:26:21 (EDT)
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I picture William at a backyard barbeque
somewhere in the Great Plains,
staring out across a shooting range
from behind a chicken-wire fence.
What was the source of his genius?
Something inside him...
A beautiful, horrific dragon
In a polite, reclusive shell.
Images.
"In Tangier the Parade Bar is closed. Shadows are falling
on the Mountain.
"Hurry up, please. It's time"
I'll always remember "The Valley," the monologue on "Smack
my Crack," (exerpts from The Western Lands) and the old
cat watcher with the thousand-mile stare. Denver, CO USA - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 17:11:08 (EDT)
Lund, Sweden - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 16:25:32 (EDT)
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I go over rs, most of them lescence, gets the butchers cut the cord, let it out, I was knocked out by all the blood on the floor everywhere I look I see the red I am going to take my six-shooter and my e-meter and mess up this whole goddamn town course. it Evey man for him- time. He ved. Bulbocapnine is a back- noble and hideous reflected jerks in convulsive negation. I go over rs, most of them lescence, gets the for him- time. He ved. Bulbocapnine is a back- noble and hideous reflected jerks in convulsive negation. I go over rs, most of them lescence, gets the niggers are getting out of hand the virus has grown fly the coop and fuck the shit out of hand the virus has grown fly the coop and fuck the shit out of the meat for the butchers cut the cord, let it out, I was knocke - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 14:29:16 (EDT)
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"Quite a scene it was, and there were plenty of cameras to freeze-dry this edifying spectacule for posterity and export."
Cheers William. Seattle, WA USA - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 14:27:02 (EDT)
William Burroughs, you will be greatly missed. I read "Naked Lunch" when i was still a teenager and it was an education in so many ways. Life on the dark side of the street, the power of stream of consciousness writing, the wonders and horrors of hard drug use, the insights into life as it is lived anywhere. truly a testament to the adage: "The unexamined life is not worth living" and that any examined life is. Zephyrhills, Fl USA - Friday, August 08, 1997 at 12:50:22 (EDT)
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I was living in Santa Fe, New Mexico when I first encountered Burroughs. My boss wanted to show me that he was literate also, so he went out and bought a book. It was "Naked Lunch". He read a few paragraphs out loud and said, "What is this twisted shit?" and threw the paperback in the trash. I hate to see books trashed so I fished it out of the trash and kept it. It seemed like weird sf. It was a couple of years later when I moved back east that I found out that Burroughs was one of The Beats; a friend was really into him and would do cut-ups on old paperbacks and say shit like "I am dying meester?" Eventually I read "The Western Lands" and my respect for Burroughs soared. I knew he was on to something; went and read everything by him. ========================================================= Kim now realizes that they can take over bodies and minds and use them for their purposes. So why do they always take over stupid, bigoted people or people who are retarded or psychotic? Obviously they are looking for dupes and slaves, not for intelligent allies. In fact their precise intention is to destroy human intelligence, to blunt human awareness and to block human beings out of space. What they are launching is an extermination program. And anyone who has sufficient insight to suspect the existence of a _they_ is a prime target. He listed the objectives and characteristics of the aliens. . . . 1. They support any dogmatic religious system that tends to stupefy and degrade the worshipers. They support the Slave Gods. They want blind obedience, not intelligent assessment. They stand in the way of every increase in awareness. They only conceded a round earth and allowed the development of science to realize the even more stupefying potential of the Industrial Revolution. 2. They support any dogmatic authority. They are the arch conservatives. 3. They lose no opportunity to invert human values. They are always self-righteous. They have to be right because in human terms they are wrong. Objective assessment drives them to hysterical frenzy. 4. They are parasitic. They live in human minds and bodies. 5. The Industrial Revolution, with its overpopulation and emphasis on quantity rather than quality, has given them a vast reservoir of stupid bigoted uncritical human hosts. The rule of the ma |