(Source: lazenby)
"aspire to silence you coward"
georgelazenby
I think I paid $18 for my paperback copy of 2666. Assuming I read a page every 2 minutes, it took me 30 hours to read it. At least 30 hours. That means my imagination and art eating self was engaged for 60¢ per hour. Compare that to two hours of empty spectacle in a movie theater. I have thought about the beauty, terror, and secrets inside 2666 for many, many hours after I put it down. What of Transformers? All of this toward the notion: Read books. Don’t balk at buying a book. You will not find a more disproportionately rewarding experience.
I mean, food/love/making art/using your body/helping people/silence/being in nature without disturbing it is also pretty good, too.
And yeah, I love movies. Many movies. Including pure spectacle. But I want to blackmail myself a little bit into going for the good stuff.
by lazenby
Like I say it couldn’t last. I knew they were out there powwowing and making their evil fuzz magic, putting dolls of me in Leavenworth. “No use sticking needles in that one, Mike.”
I hear they got Chapin with a doll. This old eunuch dick just sat in a precinct basement hanging a doll of him day and night, year in year out. And when Chapin hanged in Connecticut, they find this old creep with his neck broken.
“He fell downstairs,” they say. You know the old cop bullshit.
Junk is surrounded by magic and taboos, curses and amulets. I could find my Mexico City connection by radar. “Not this street, the next, right … now left. Now right again,” and there he is, toothless old woman face and canceled eyes.
from Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs – page 6
