You know, they ask me if I were on a desert island and I knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing? My answer is most emphatically yes. I would go on writing for company. Because I'm creating an imaginary—it's always imaginary—world in which I would like to live.
~ William Burroughs, Paris Review, Fall 1965
[Illinois Street west of New Street]
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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- how can i help this writer
- the propagation of this comfortable feeling
- in the clear water
- i lived a few weeks
- only shallow people
- junk that's going round
- creating an imaginary, it's always imaginary
- last night i ate stolen bread
- i am the least difficult of men
- i used to think they were all alike
- secrecy, masonic oaths, an underworld
- he loved lightning he lived on an island
- desiring
- making my life absurd
- most of my time
- when you stop listening
- using a feather
- kodachrome
- all kinds of supernatural powers
- the cat & the squirrel
- your absence
- it knows about taking sides, positions, risks
- they are taking pictures of taking pictures
- inherent vice
- sexual desire from epic to everyday, all they coul...
- tobacco is her consort
- by hazard's quirk
- a visible counterpart to the feeling in everybody'...
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