From William S. Burroughs Nova Express (1964):
At the immediate risk of finding myself the most unpopular character of all fiction–and history is fiction–I must say this:
“Bring together state of news–Inquire onward from state to doer–Who monopolized Immortality? Who monopolized Cosmic Consciousness? Who monopolized Love Sex and Dream? Who monopolized Life Time and Fortune? Who took from you what is yours? Now they will give it all back? Did they ever give anything away for nothing? Did they ever give any more than they had to give? Did they not always take back what they gave when possible and it always was? Listen: Their Garden Of Delights is a terminal sewer–I have been at some pains to map this area of terminal sewage in the so called pornographic sections of Naked Lunch and Soft Machine–Their Immortality Cosmic Consciousness and Love is second-run grade-B shit–Their drugs are poison designed to beam in Orgasm Death and Nova Ovens–Stay out of the Garden Of Delight–It is a man-eating trap that ends in green goo–Throw back their ersatz Immortality–It will fall apart before you can get out of The Big Store–flush their drug kicks down the drain–They are poisoning and monopolizing the hallucinogen drugs–learn to make it without any chemical corn–All that they offer is a screen to cover retreat from the colony they have so disgracefully managed. To cover travel arrangements so they will never have to pay the constituents they have betrayed and sold out. Once these arrangements are complete they will blow the place up behind them.
And what does my program of total austerity and total resistance offer you? I offer you nothing. I am not a politician. These are conditions of total emergency. And these are my instructions for total emergency if carried out now could avert the total disaster now on tracks:
“Peoples of the earth, you have all been poisoned….I order total resistance directed against this conspiracy to pay off peoples of the earth in ersatz bullshit.”
Oh, well. He gave it a shot.
All images below by an artist whose name escapes me at the moment. I seem to recall his initials were HB…. Harold Bloom? Harry Belafonte? Honoré de Balzac? Hank Bukowski? Hildegard von Bingen?
“No job too dirty for a fucking scientist.” – William S Burroughs, The Western Lands (1987)
Wondering about a folk art piece or early American naive painting hanging in your family’s estate (or rubbish strewn attic)? Contact your local Art Experts… It could be an Edward Hicks! It could be worth big bucks!!!! These are historically accurate reconstructions of the incredibly peaceful coexistence of the early American colonists, the native American and Wildlife assembled to provide food.
Bernard Bailyn does admirable research documenting it in The Barbarous Years, a gripping yarn that will leave readers gasping, white-knuckled and on the edge of their seats (if their furniture hasn’t be repossessed yet).
Also, we’ve got an APB out on a dangerous fugitive from justice who must be locked up at all costs before Americans start to believe his lunatic stories that they live in a full surveillance police state! Citizens! Do your Duty! The only story I could grab in the time available was written by some absurd liberal from the New Yorker with the out-of-touch notion that “journalists are meant to stick up for the underdog and irritate the powerful.” Somebody should lock this guy up as well. Until we get all these troublemakers locked away, none of us will be safe!