William Burroughs
William Burroughs
William Seward Burroughs IIwas an American novelist, short story writer, satirist, essayist, painter, and spoken word performer. Burroughs was a primary figure of the Beat Generation and a major postmodernist author who wrote in the paranoid fiction genre, and his influence is considered to have affected a range of popular culture as well as literature. Burroughs wrote eighteen novels and novellas, six collections of short stories and four collections of essays. Five books have been published of his interviews and...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 February 1914
CitySt. Louis, MO
We are like water creatures looking up at the land and air and wondering how we can survive in that alien medium. The water we live in is Time. That alien medium we glimpse beyond time is Space. And that is where we are going.
Gentle Reader, The Word will leap on you with leopard man iron claws, it will cut off fingers and toes like an opportunity land crab, it will coil round your thighs like a bushmaster and inject a shot glass of rancid ectoplasm.
So cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.
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.
It is doubtful if shame can exist in the absence of sexual libido.
My purpose in writing has always been to express human potentials and purposes relevant to the Space Age.
I dont care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.
To his secretary after a visit from Kurt Cobain, "There's something wrong with that boy. He frowns for no reason.
To put it country simple. Earth has a lot of things other folks might want, like the whole planet. And maybe these folks would like a few changes made.
Whenever anyone reads his words the writer is there. He lives in his readers.
When I say madness I mean what I see in a nut house: beat, resigned, dim, diffuse, nowhere people. No fire no intensity no life. There is madness & madness if you want to stretch the word.
No worse fate can befall a man than to be surrounded by traitor souls.
Never give succor to the mentally ill; it is a bottomless pit.
Man has sold his soul for time, language, tools, weapons, and dominance.