/lit/ - Literature

>>14365454
name three.

>>13541733

ah. pook?

>>12304141
Ə

>>12203039
because they keep claiming that more talented writers were beats, when they weren't.

>>12133536
The County Clerk has his office in a huge red brick building known as the Old Court House. Civil cases are, in fact, tried there, the proceeding inexorably dragging out until the contestants die or abandon litigation. This is due to the vast number of records pertaining to absolutely everything, all filed in the wrong place so that no one but the County Clerk and his staff of assistants can find them, and he often spends years in the search. In fact, he is still looking for material relative to a damage suit that was settled out of court in 1910. Large sections of the Old Court House have fallen in ruins, and others are highly dangerous owing to frequent cave-ins. The County Clerk assigns the more dangerous missions to his assistants, many of whom have lost their lives in the service. In 1912 two hundred and seven assistants were trapped in a collapse of the North-by- North-East wing.
When suit is brought against anyone in the Zone, his lawyers connive to have the case transferred to the Old Court House. Once this is done, the plaintiff has lost the case, so the only cases that actually go to trial in the Old Court House are those instigated by eccentrics and paranoids who want "a public hearing," which they rarely get since only the most desperate famine of news will bring a reporter to the Old Court House.
The Old Court House is located in the town of Pigeon Hole outside the urban zone. The inhabitants of this town and the surrounding area of swamps and heavy timber are people of such great stupidity and such barbarous practices that the Administration has seen fit to quarantine them in a reservation surrounded by a radioactive wall of iron bricks. In retaliation the citizens of Pigeon Hole plaster their town with signs: "Urbanite Don't Let The Sun Set On You Here," an unnecessary injunction, since nothing but urgent business would take any urbanite to Pigeon Hole.
Lee's case is urgent. He has to file an immediate affidavit that he is suffering from bubonic plague to avoid eviction from the house he has occupied ten years without paying the rent. He exists in perpetual quarantine. So he packs his suitcase of affidavits and petitions and injunctions and certificates and takes a bus to the Frontier. The Urbanite customs inspector waves him through: "I hope you've got an atom bomb in that suitcase."
Lee swallows a handful of tranquilizing pills and steps into the Pigeon Hole customs shed. The inspectors spend three hours pawing through his papers, consulting dusty books of regulations and duties from which they read incomprehensible and ominous excerpts ending with: "And as such is subject to fine and penalty under act 666." They look at him significantly.
They go through his papers with a magnifying glass. "Sometimes they slip dirty limericks between the lines."

>>12000577
consider that not all teachers become teachers so they can educate people. a lot of them do it so they can humiliate students. as burroughs said:

"Any body of men will be found to contain ten to fifteen percent of incorrigible troublemakers. In fact, most of the misery on this planet derives from this ten percent.

"It is useless to try and reeducate them, since their only function is to harm and harass others. To maintain them in prisons is a waste of personnel and provisions. To addict them to opium takes too long, and in any case they are not amenable to useful work.

"There is but one sure remedy. In future operations, as soon as these individuals are discovered, either by advance intelligence or by on-the-spot observation, they will be killed on any pretext. In the words of the Bard, "Only fools do those villians pity who are punished ere they have done their mischief."

>>11949998
>Why the fuck is a character speaking like a 3rd person narrator??


"LIKE"?

>>11765881
“Get physical with a routine like this? Show you something interesting: diseased flesh servicing frantic last fuck for Johnny Film over the bed you know, eyes pop out Naked candy around the room, scraps of adolescent image, hot semen in Panama Then the boy drops his drag and retires to a locker Who lookout different? Who are you when their eyes pop out Mandrake smells through the outhouse The boy dropped and the boy wakes up paralyzed Remember there is only one visit: iron roof soiled linen under the clothes scar tissue shuttered room evil odors of food I wasn’t all that far from being good as I used to be Obsidian that broker before they get to him A crab scuttles out heavy You win something like vacant lot sad little patch right? boy face, green scarf movies three up You understand until I die work I never stand still for. and such got the job End getting to know street boys of the Green Passport vending last fuck as his pants drop.”

>>11601019
great guy, perfect fucking aim.

>>11408360
he wrote what he wanted to, and didn't give a shit about anything else except morphine.

i can't find the exact quote, but it was something on the order of "i don't waste my time wondering people hate my guts.. I assume most of them do.. the question is, are they in a position to do anything about it?"

>>11332853

Poison juices. "Who cut yours off, you two-holed freak?"

William Burroughs. He was right lol

>>11219021
> mfw normies discover Uncle Bill

Did I ever tell ya the story about the man who taught his asshole to talk?

>>11049240
"sure is hard work fucking all these teenage muslim boys, but i don't want anyone to suspect i might be hetero."

>>10930029
>get down from there you damn cat

>>10881734

> word virus

>>10786310
he took Burroughs' routines and turned down the gay.

>>10776571
>Burroughs is just edgy.

how many of his books have you actually read?

>>10776610
>He passed his son around to his pedo friends,

> leaves his son with his more responsible brother
> moves to Marrakech

yeah, right.

>>10704114
burroughs did it in the fifties, when you could be put in prison for homosexuality in england, or hanged from a tree in the southern states of the US.

Chuck did it when it was safe.

there's a difference.

>>10623998
depends. i understood most of it, but don't come to Naked Lunch expecting a coherent narrative, or plot, or character development.

on the other hand.. DID I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk?

>>10497273
>He isn't a skilled enough writer to pull shit like this.


any man who can come up with this:

When I was a boy in Chicago I attended the Sunday School of a neighborhood Presbyterian church. I recall our Wednesday-night meetings with the simplest nostalgia. We would meet in the basement. There would be a short prayer and a shorter benediction. And we would turn out all the lights and in total darkness hit each other with chairs.

is okay by me.

>>10427733

perhaps not the best place to start with burroughs. it's like being thrown in the deep end.

i started with Cities of the Red Night, which is like being thrown in the medium end, but the medium end full of candiru, electric eels and stinging jellyfish that go for your genitals.

> in b4 HE SHOT HIS WIFE LOL WUT

favorite burroughs quote of the moment:

"When I was a boy in Chicago I attended the Sunday School of a neighborhood Presbyterian church. I recall our Wednesday-night meetings with the simplest nostalgia. We would meet in the basement. There would be a short prayer and a shorter benediction. And we would turn out all the lights and in total darkness hit each other with chairs."

>>10357410
>He was a ridiculous man with a toxic influence on children.

i did not know Burroughs wrote any children's books.

>>10284634
underage B&

quick, before Uncle Bill tries to seduce him

> i know he's dead. it wouldn't stop him.