A: No. Not the man who dropped the bomb. He most definitely didnot pardon a turkey, not after vaporizing two cities filled with The Enemy. What’s not shown in this photo is Truman whipping a straight-razor out of his pocket and slicing the throat of this bird, then rubbing the spurting turkey blood all over his face and screaming out the battle cry of Battery D, 19th Field Artillery: “Fuck all of you! Fuck you all!” And then there was the cackling. The hideous cackling. Secretary of Labor Lewis Schwellenbach had a gripper on the spot and died next to the twitching turkey carcass.
Interested in creative writing, but don’t want to pay the price of a high-end Lexus per year to an MFA program and permanently indenture yourself to the student loan Man? Check out this series of lectures from Bill Burroughs that he gave at Naropa University in Boulder back in 1979. The three 90-ish minute audio lectures cover everything from Conrad and Fitzgerald to Steven King’s The Shining. Not sure yet if it has a section on morphine use or shooting your wife, but good information nonetheless.
Today is the day, a century ago, that our patron saint William S. Burroughs entered this world. It’s hard to believe his breed of batshit insanity began a hundred years ago, but it did, and we’re still talking about it.
I’m sure everyone on the internet is agog with posts about him today, so I’ll keep it short. Here’s an excellent documentary on the man, Commissioner of Sewers. Check it out, and here’s to another hundred years of postmodern sickness and dementia, just the way we like it.
This looks pretty cool – in celebration of William S. Burroughs’ hundredth birthday next month, there’s a big wingding doing down in Bloomington, Indiana. It’s going to include movies, a gallery of rare manuscripts, and talks from Lydia Lunch and Mark Hosler from Negativland. There’s also a costume ball. If I was female, I’d go as Joan Vollmer with a hole in the head. If I was still fat, I’d go as bloated, drunken Jack Kerouac and spew jingoistic babble at the hippies. Either way, sounds like a lot of fun.