William Seward Burroughs
February 5, 1914 - August 2, 1997
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what a brilliant dirty old man he was pissburgh, pA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 23:26:52 (EDT)
Y'know, it was my parents who told me to check out WSB's work in the first place....I remember the time that I sat down and read Naked Lunch....whilst eating my lunch. Something that many prudish types would find impossible was generated and brought together by the sheer brilliance, the genius of the style and violated, kicking and screaming, into something so appealing and enjoyable the memory is as fresh as an hour-old burn on the tissue of my cerebellum. And it's strange to think that the artist who brought it all together and into being, seemed so close as I read and felt what his maniacally affable mind, manner and style evoked....something in me awakened that day, however many hours it was....something that influenced me in untold ways and pushed me on to better things. It was like having someone ravenously chew on one of your nipples.....painful, but strangely attractive and genuinely fulfilling. I gave the book to some friends, sheilded from such by the usual powers-that-shouldn't-be who filter anything but mind-numbing, soul-destroying crap from our literary and philosophical diet, and they knew that it was something special too.....but, I digress. It's time to say goodbye to Lee, at least until the next time I open up one of his books, or in some way feel his work, his presence.....goodbye Bill, we miss you.... Aberdeen, Scotland - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 21:26:06 (EDT)
Goodbye, dear Billy Lee, god of chaos, end of language, my real father. Santiago, Chile - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 21:01:21 (EDT)
"Stop breathing down my neck, I'm coming to that..." sydney, nsw australia - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 19:58:19 (EDT)
"It is very certain that it is the effect of conversation with the beauty of the soul, to beget a desire and need to impart to others the same knowledge and love." Emerson New York City, - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 19:30:14 (EDT)
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This is a little excerpt from my big tribute article "Odlazak velikog vracca" (Departure of the Great Shaman) published in Belgrade's daily paper "Demokratija" on 5th August: ...Vilijem Berouz...pisac, umetnik, jedan od proroka bit generacije i poslednji veliki vracc alternativnih kultura XX veka...Verovatno je jedini tesski i gotovo nikada zalecceni narkoman koji je u svojim osamdesetim godinama umro od posledica srccanog udara. Svakako gospodski i definitivan prilog mitu i kultu velikog maga Vilijema Berouza. Belgrade, Serbia-Yugoslavia - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 18:45:28 (EDT)
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this question: is there someone out there who get caught by his spoken words first(like me)? that was back in 1987, listening to 'major malfun(c)tion' by keith leblanc. it took me 10 jears to dare reading his books in the original versions and i'm just started. i wonder if i'll ever know what it's all about... i'm a musician myself and there is no other writer (except mcluhan, maybe) who has such a strong influence on what i try to do. i have these feelings for years and can't even explain this to myself - it just touches me every time. the invisible man has gone - his words reverberate 'ad infinitum' - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 18:02:35 (EDT)
so, he has passed too. Parma, Italy - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 18:01:51 (EDT)
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Well, it's a couple of days later and it really is
starting to really hit me that William Lee is gone. I have
never been one to mourn over a celebrity's death. Perhaps
no other involved in the arts has had this much influence
over my life. I don't want to take up this space by saying
what other people have already said. I just feel like some
thing really is missing from my life now. strange... I hope you and Allen now get along and not freak each other out. Just listen to some good music and dodge the control machine... plattsburgh, ny usa - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 17:49:27 (EDT)
Well bill it istime for you to jump on the eternal road to no wheres vile. Centreville , VA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 17:39:22 (EDT)
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cut up slow down speed up run backwards play it all back! rest in everlasting peace Oak Ridge, TN USA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 14:54:12 (EDT)
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What are we here for? We're here to go... Somerville, MA USA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 14:26:47 (EDT)
Doctor Benway to surgery! You've crossed into the western lands your pockets bulging with cat coins, welcome to Johnsonville. Amarillo, Tx USA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 14:24:50 (EDT)
Burroughs gave the courage to remain differn't. NSB, Fl USA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 13:53:22 (EDT)
TOO much said, its a sad story , North Wales, UK - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 13:49:40 (EDT)
My first touch with Burroughs came after buying a worn copy
of Naked Lunch at a used bookstore. It entertained me for
hours. After that came The Soft Machine and then Junky. His
influence on one of my absolute favorite songwriters Lou
Reed was obvious. Later I got heavily into Bowie, once
again the influence obvious. Just a couple of days ago I was very excited to get William's P.O. Box address, through
this website in fact. I was to send him my new single and a copy of a 'zine that I was working on, in which I quoted him talking about Bowie. Well the single's out and the 'zine is completed but William is gone. I wish I could have shared my creations with him, as he has shared his with me. You know, about a year ago I rented a documentary on his life entitled simply, Burroughs. Watching it, a thought occured to me... I couldn't think of a more intelligent man.
Lonesome Cowboy Bill..... he's something else.
- Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 13:22:52 (EDT)
Those of Interzone University Remember You! Edmonton, AB Canada - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 13:14:00 (EDT)
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That's the way the stomach rumbles That's the way the bee bumbles That's the way the needle pricks That's the way the glue sticks That's the way the potato mashes That's the way the pan flashes That's the way the market crashes That's the way the whip lashes That's the way the theeth knashes That's the way the gravy stains That's the way the moon wanes Almere, Holland - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 13:12:21 (EDT)
Still remember that sunny summer Saturday afternoon - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 12:54:10 (EDT)
The sunflower in my backyard Cleveland, OH USA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 12:16:06 (EDT)
whiteriver, vt - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 12:09:02 (EDT)
GATHERING?! whiteriver, vt usaf - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 12:02:38 (EDT)
So long old Bull, you're back with Cody, Jack, and Allen. Boston, MA USA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 11:57:06 (EDT)
Ironically enough, i was told that Burroughs had died by Sheffield, England - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 10:52:04 (EDT)
Interzone Blues 8.5.97: Now a few days after first learning of WSB's death the depression intensifies-- overwhelming frustration and disgust. The most innovative author of the twentieth century (I suppose that title is shared with Joyce and Pynchon), whose books with Swiftian sharpness transmit blueprints for psychic self-defense in the Trak/ Interzone psychogeography: subliminal totalitarianism, the time-birth-death-CONTROL gimmick, internalized oppression like twitching surgical steel centipedelegs in the abdomen a familiar feeling of loss and grief. Dissections of the control machine. jacksonville, fl usa - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 10:28:48 (EDT)
in the words of wsb, cryptic and infinitely resonant as ever at times "the sky is thin as paper here" and yes another hole has been torn in the fantasies which sutain us, sometimes, and of course we knew he couldn't live forever but it would have been nice to make it to the next century. Anyway he died with his boots on, smart till the end so it seems and that at least is some little thing we could all aspire to. We'll miss him but his spirit has been sown in each of us and will go on as long as a few questioning brains survive somewhere in some bottles looking for a way to break out and never stop looking. not rest in peace but keep going forever in the live minds where it counts, wsb, most imperfect old human that he were. No illusions and no hagiography please. Thanking you very kindly for the use of the space. mebourne, vi australia - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 10:01:48 (EDT)
Drop A Little Tear For William, Lee... Enschede, Ov Netherlands - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 05:19:23 (EDT)
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Thank you for the opportunity to share my sadness at Washington, DC USA - Wednesday, August 06, 1997 at 01:42:31 (EDT)
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