Tag Archives: William S Burroughs

Beat Cops (the Pilot)

Posted on June 22, 2004 by John

Introduction to a Poem Requested by a Dear Friend. Please note: dear friend is somewhat of an ambiguous phrase, which should not be misconstrued to mean that I have anything against any deer, elk, moose, springbok, or other non-horse, leaping, … Continue reading →

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Moving Rocky to Balboa

Posted on August 13, 2003 by John

About 10 years ago, I was fascinated with both stream-of-consciousness and cut-up, randomized writing. In that fertile stream bed, fueled by endless coffee cups and unfiltered cigarettes, I lay for a period of about two straight years. There was something … Continue reading →

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Slicing the Apple

Posted on July 14, 2003 by John

So undone by wishing, though its hiding shore, I saw No there are work for whom has love, so doing one should not a madman’s fate! As to find it all of the Most men come across my are a … Continue reading →

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Dances with Whales, Winces with Dulls

Posted on January 30, 2003 by John

At one time in my life, I experimented with writing my own cut-up novel. Heavily into Keroauc, Ginsberg and Burroughs at the time, heavily into mind-altering additives of several varieties, spending late nights in cafes discussing Gertrude Stein and Pound’s … Continue reading →

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