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# HI, AND WELCOME TO SUBURBIA IN SPACE. I'LL BET THAT TRIP WAS A KILLER!
THE RADIATION WILL GET YA', BUT WE HAVE A FEW THINGS THAT WORK MORE EXPEDITIOUSLY. TRY A GLASS OF ABBY AND MARTHA'S ELDERBERRY WINE. JUST THE TICKET! YPA!
Ok. Now we present Sharky's Night:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=0u2yA2Wrtvg#
"Sun's going down like a big bald head
Disappearing behind the boulevard
(Oooee.) It's Sharkey's night, yeah, it's Sharkey's night tonight
And the manager says, "Sharkey?
He's not at his desk right now. (oh yeah.) Could I take a message?"
And Sharkey says, "Hey, kemosabe! Long time no see"
He says, "Hey sport. You connect the dots. You pick up the pieces"
Hey says, "You know, I can see two tiny pictures of myself and there's one in each of your eyes. And they're doin' everything I do
Every time I light a cigarette, they light up theirs
I take a drink and I look in and they're drinkin' too
It's drivin' me crazy. It's drivin' me nuts."
And Sharkey says, "Deep in the heart of darkest America, home of the brave."
He says: "Listen to my heart beat."
Paging Mr. Sharkey, white courtesy telephone please"
~ LAURIE ANDERSON y WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS
#nulldaten
All of the color vinyl stickers, plus the large Pee-Wee paper sticker. These will be going out in packs as soon as the others arrive.
Still waiting on all of my black & white stickers, plus I will be doing a couple of 10.5" tall designs on paper to round things out.
visiting his own exhibition "Paintings On Paper" in the gallery 'waschSalon'
William S. Burroughs in Frankfurt video by Alfred 23 Harth
Two exhibitions "The Name is Burroughs" (2013 at Deichtorhallen, Hamburg, and 2012 at the ZKM, Karlsruhe ) contained the A23H video about William S. Burroughs in Frankfurt/Main in 1990.
" Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it "creative observation". Creative viewing."
- wb
a tribute to the beat writer and poet william s. burroughs
Detail from my shot-up roadsign photographic sculpture, LIBERAL RIGHT.
Before I put the saw to it, this interstate exti sign pointing motorists toward two Kansas towns: Liberal and Garden City. Slides imbedded behind each hole were shot with a Canon AE1, the pellet holes were made with an Ithaca "musket hammer" double-barrel break-action 12Ga
When I was living near Oxford, Mississippi, in 1999, I began making "wall sconces" out of damaged highway signs that the local Mississippi Department of Transportation field station had consigned to its recycle pile.
Some signs that I acquire already have bullet holes, but most of these holes have been rendered by my grandfather's Ithaca 12 ga. shotgun, using .000 buckshot, and occasionally 9mm or .45 rounds depending on what kind of heat my little helpers are packing.
I often cut lines into the sign, connecting the holes. This dates back to my original idea of building a planetarium projector out of shot-up signs and displaying new constellations designed by rednecks. The lines make them look like constellation charts.
Once I shoot and cut a sign, I build a low-tech light box on the back of it and mount 35 mm slides (frames removed) on the white plastic surface. Each fragment of film is lined up behind a bullet/pellet hole.
The whole contraption is framed out in scrap lumber or with more of the white Lucite sheets, deep enough to wire it with a couple of compact fluorescent bulbs. i tried rope light and it sucks mostly, not that ropelight's inventor gives a rat's ass about this particular application.
The conceptual corner that I had painted myself into at one point was the lack of a photographic technique that matched this setting.
"What's the point of inventing a new language when you don't have anything to say?" I asked myself, you know, rhetorically (does that mean "in the mirror with a two-beer buzz-on")
I wanted to get inside the heads of the sign-shooters, find out what they were trying to prove, and then prove the same thing with a camera. It finally occurred to me that they weren't saying anything. They just like to blast the shit out of stuff while they're driving. Wouldn't you?
So my breaktrough came when a friend showed me the DVD of Masaki Kobayashi's 1964 film, Kwaidan. [I know this is beginning to sound like I'm showing out and putting on airs, but it's actually pretty common for people in West Tennessee to have DVD players these days.]
One of the characters was a Samurai, practicing the martial art of Yabusame, or mounted archery [search for that tag and you'll see what I mean]. So while I was watching this guy shoot arrows at a square cedar block while riding at a full gallop, I realized that the Southern pastime of shooting road-signs from a moving vehicle is basically the same sport.
While purists from both camps would protest any comparisons, both sports involve steering with your legs, drinking rice-based beverages (saki and Busch Light), careful marksmanship and a lot of ancestor worship.
So now I shoot most of my photographs from the saddle of my Japanese pickup truck, often through the rear and side mirrors.
In 1990, Alfred 23 Harth created a one‑day video portrait of William S. Burroughs during the writer’s visit to Frankfurt am Main. Burroughs had traveled to the city to attend the opening of his exhibition Paintings On Paper at Harth’s independent gallery space, waschSalon, which at the time functioned as a concentrated hub for experimental music, art, and intermedia encounters. The meeting between Harth and Burroughs was not staged as a formal interview, but rather unfolded as a fleeting portrait, capturing the cadence of the author’s presence and the way his laconic remarks and silences resonated within the modest gallery setting. Harth’s lens emphasized Burroughs not as a distant literary monument but as a living participant, momentarily immersed in a space animated by the local avant‑garde.
The video itself reflects Harth’s hybrid sensibility, straddling performance, music, and visual media. Rather than presenting a conventional documentation, it weaves a series of close fragments—gestures, pauses, glances—into an atmospheric portrait of Burroughs inhabiting an unfamiliar cultural setting far from Lawrence, Kansas or the Beat Hotel. This single‑day collaboration thus inscribes itself into the broader narrative of Burroughs’s late‑career engagements with artists, musicians, and visual environments outside the United States.
Years later, Harth would return to this material in his 2005 DVD T_error, an assemblage that juxtaposes pre‑digital documentation with more recent electronic manipulations and live performance footage. Inserted as excerpts, the Burroughs portrait contributes to the DVD’s overall poetics of fracture and recombination: brief traces of a figure who embodies literary disruption reappear, decades later, reframed through Harth’s own multimedia perspective. In this way, T_error not only re‑presents the archival image of Burroughs in Frankfurt but also situates it within a continuous artistic dialogue spanning literature, sound, and video art.
"Mariners sailing close to the shores of Tuscany heard a voice cry out from the hills the trees and the sky: "The Great God Pan is dead!" Pan God of panic the sudden awareness that everything is alive and significant. The date was December 25, 1 A.D. But Pan lives on in the realm of imagination in writing in painting in music ..."
~ W.S. Burroughs
1977; Junky [Junkie] by William S. Burroughs. Photo cover by Neil Stuart. With an introduction by Allen Ginsberg
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# Welcome to Suburbia in Space! This week, we focus on Springtime for Saturn, where fields of Ultra-GMO flowers will soon carpet the lush Human Habitat Spheres, the colors filling our hearts with joy and a murderous ballad or two. Yes, these blossoms have ancillary benefits! Never fret about body disposal again! These lovelies live for meat, and have developed quite a taste for, well, us. This is the new wild west, after all, just watch your back! Start planning your trek to Saturn where, in a sense, no one ever dies because autopsies aren't performed -- the darn things eat it all -- and of course there are no depressing cemeteries. Just shiny, happy, belching flower beds, and ungodly amounts of radiation. Turns out the stuff guarantees that Mommy and Daddy have a thermonuclear strength happy ending to kids-free fun time. If the brats do get the in the way, simply feed them to the flowers -- no questions asked -- and make another batch! Saturn kiddies are pushing our evolution, too, with third eyes, tongues in strange places, even rectums that talk! It's Naked Lunch every day! Don't wait or unnecessarily deliberate! Gorgeous and grisly fields of red await! Exterminate all rational thought and catch a DARPA hop today! Cheers!
[ aka spectral saturday drive-by ]
Light leaks, greenscale, & William Burroughs... oh, my! ;) Well, redscale rendered green by the local supermarket photo lab's scanner (which is OK, actually). Why the bloody H not... Prost! 8^)
Joy Division
CD :
William S. Burroughs
The Instrument Of Control
Archivio Letterario
2006
Postcard :
Stockholm Monsters
How Corrupt Is Rough Trade ?
Factory Benelux
FBN46
Design . Trevor Johnson
Use Hearing Protection
GMA
Confessions of a Unredeemed Drug Addict.
Written by William S Burroughs as William Lee.
Art by Al Rossi
a novel written in 1945, decades before the two became authors of the Beat Generation. it wasn't published until november 2008. the novel, strange as it is, was written in a unique fashion, with each author writing alternate chapters, as characters in the story. based on a true event that happened amongst their circle of friends
1953 PBO; Junkie by William Lee. (pseudonym of William Burroughs. unknown Artist Norman Saunders. This was William Burroughs' first book :-)
envolvidos em um ritual que remonta a milhares de anos, se lambem tranquilamente depois da refeição. Animais práticos, preferem que outros forneçam a comida... alguns conseguem. Deve ter ocorrido uma divisão entre os gatos que aceitaram a domesticação e os que não aceitaram.”
Joy Division
CD :
William S. Burroughs
The Instrument Of Control
In Conversation & Readings
Archivio Letterario
2006
Postcard :
Joy Division
Unknown Pleasures
Factory
FAC10
Design . Peter Saville
Use Hearing Protection
GMA
She said, "I've eaten way too much junk during the Thanksgiving holidays."
. . . and so, remorse sets in . . .
. . . time to make lemonade from lemons . . .
. . . stay tuned for my next stranger interview . . .
“Hot funk,
cold punk,
even if it's old junk,
it's still rock and roll to me.”
~ Billy Joel ~
“Beauty comes in all ages, colors, shapes, and forms.
God never makes junk.”
~ Kathy Ireland ~
“It's been said,
'What's one man's junk
is another man's treasure,'
and that may be the case here.”
~ Don Hines ~
“Junk is the ultimate merchandise.
The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer,
he sells the consumer to the product.
He does not improve and simplify his merchandise,
he degrades and simplifies the client.”
~ William S. Burroughs ~
“Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”
inspirationalquotes.club/desperation-is-the-raw-material-...
I just love the Annabel Lee poem by Edgar Alan Poe. Some years ago I played the computer game called The Dark Eyes, illustration by Richard Downs (also my favorite artist) and it was real cool. The poem was narrated by William S. Burrough in that game and can be found here: realitystudio.org/media/annabel_lee
Collaboration with Jason Novak and Luis Drayton. T-Shirt by Jason Novak; Apr 2011. Photo: Jason Novak. Montage added by Luis Drayton; 29/04/11.
My new post on MensPulpMags.com features WILDCAT ADVENTURES, June 1959. That issue is particularly significant for including a "Booklength Bonus" version of William Burroughs' novel JUNKIE, under the pseudonym William Lee. The artwork is by John Severin. More here -> www.menspulpmags.com/2016/01/wildcat-adventures-premieres...
before i sleep, i read a few books at the same time indiscriminately.
and if i close my eyes, totally-unexpected story arranged from the things that happened today and mixed up story from a few books is played in my head with the realistic vision.
and then a part of me which is not submerged into the vision notices that i am going to fall asleep soon.
ここに「タタール人の砂漠」がないのが残念・・・・。
it is too bad that there is no "Il deserto dei Tartari" here.
chosen with colors XD