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I loved it. Sadly, it also reminded me of a video I just spent ten minutes looking for to no avail (a chilean dad doing the training day monologue on a room, attacking ever slur like a hoagie)

When a guy decides he sounds like Elvis because he can do the low end stuff: nice but no big deal. When a guy puts it all out there for the high bits and gets on a roof to do so: the juice.

"I need a dynamic clip that works out of context? Well I've got some mumbling from hour five that only makes sense if you've read the book, that should do the job. I'm guessing peak visibility is midnight on Sunday. Snappy you say? I see. Unrelatedly, what is the maximum video duration on bluesky?"

Trying something out. This is me describing what surprised me about Naked Lunch. It's a clip from episode 2 of Right Where You Are Sitting Now, my podcast series on William Burroughs. To hear more, you can click this link: www.patreon.com/posts/rwyasn... or search SFULTRA on the usual podcast places

Not for nothing but the more I think about @nochorus.bsky.social 's characterization of William Burroughs as proto-tech-bro the more I see it everywhere

Gaza Starvation Photos Tell a Thousand Lies Hamas propaganda exploits seriously ill children, and Western media go along.

The editors who published this should go straight to The Hague. I mean literally, according to the terms of international law such as it exists.

You're thinking of "being 11", people are still doing that bsky.app/profile/migh...

they should update it to "taking the orange squash"

This is especially true for recording yourself talking out loud to yourself. The basic process is so straightforward I used to do it when I was seven. Those tapes might still be somewhere, maybe I'll pitch one down, put one up one week as an episode and see if anyone notices the difference

after making stuff and putting it on the internet for many years, I think I've decided "hey, saw this thing you did and I just wanted to let you know that I could also have done that but don't, for mysterious reasons...btw this is a compliment somehow" is the funniest kind of feedback to get.

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Peter Doherty

YouTube video by chriSimmonsDirector NhT Boyz - Respect

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classic improv guy: tries painfully hard, all cadence no wit, entire sense of humour radiates the need to be congratulated, all the observations are reheated from other people's jokes and the whole thing amounts to a reassurance you don't need to worry if you don't understand something

Great to see this fucking hack has made his own hell for himself

Loose layers of bright colors with a cool pink and white embroidered cassock. Like a high contrast painting stepped off the page and into real life!

Went to the Jack Kirby exhibit at the Skirball yesterday and I am still flipping out at these costumes Mr. Kirby designed for a UCSC Shakespeare production in the seventies. Getting to see it in person. We should all dress like this.

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Bar and they made the round of parties. At a cocktail par- ty given by Peggy Guggenheim for the British consul, Bill was told that it was customary to greet Guggenheim by kissing her hand. Burroughs replied, "I will be glad to kiss her cunt if that is the custom." Unfortunately this was overheard by her assistant, Bob Brady, who nearly swoo- ned with excitement before running to report it. Burro- ughs and Guggenheim had gotten along well up until that point, but now Bill was banished forever from the premi- ses. Guggenheim's daughter Pegeen was there with her husband, Ralph Rumney. Bill was probably introduced to Rumney, who was a founding member of the Situationist International, but as Bill was very drunk at the time, it is unlikely that much in the way of political discussion oc- curred. Rumney was a friend of Ansen's and sometimes put up his visitors, such as Allen Ginsberg, when Alan's place was already full. Rumney, when later asked about Burroughs, simply said, "I liked Burroughs. But he lived in a different world from me. But he was a great man. Our attitudes were very different."

I find that whenever I start flagging with Burroughs research, the strong undercurrent of Curb Your Enthusiasm evident in much of his personal life rises up to keep me going.

At last you are tired of being single the effort to be new does not upset you nor the effort to be other you are not tired of life together city noises are louder because you are together being together you are louder than calling separately across a telephone one to the other and there is no noise like the rare silence when you both sleep even country noises—a dog bays at the moon, but when it loves the moon it bows, and the hitherto frowning moon fawns and slips Only you in New York are not boring tonight it is most modern to affirm some one (we don't really love ideas, do we?) and Joan was surprising you with a party for which I was the decoy but you were surprising us by getting married and going away so here I am reading poetry anyway and no one will be bored tonight by me because you're here Yesterday I felt very tired from being at the FIVE SPOT and today I felt very tired from going to bed early and reading ULYSSES but tonight I feel energetic because I'm sort of the bugle, like waking people up, of your peculiar desire to get married It's so original, hydrogenic, anthropomorphic, fiscal, post-anti-esthetic, bland, unpicturesque and WilliamCarlosWilliamsian! it's definitely not 19th century, it's not even Partisan review, it's new, it must be vanguard! Tonight you probably walked over here from Bethune Street down Greenwich Avenue with its sneaky little bars and the Women’s Detention House, [drawing Joan Mitchell in studio in front of paintings]

across 8th Street, by the acres of books and pillows and shoes and illuminating lampshades, past Cooper Union where we heard the piece by Mortie Feldman with “The Stars and Stripes Foever” in it and the Segamore’s terrific “coffee and, Andy,” meaning “with a cheese Danish”— did you spit on your index fingers and rub the CEDAR’s neon circle for luck? did you give a kind of thought, hurrying, to Alger Hiss? It’s the day before February 17th it is not snowing yet but it is dark and may snow yet dreary Frebruary of the exhaustion from parties and the exceptional desire for spring which the ballet alone, by extending its run, has made bearable, dear New York City Ballet company, you are quite a bit like a wedding yourself! and the only signs of spring are Maria Tallchief’s rhinestones and a perky little dog barking in a bar, here and there eyes which suddenly light up with blue, like a ripple subsiding under a lily pad, or with brown, like a freshly plowed field we vow we’ll drive out and look at when a certain Sunday comes in May— and these eyes are undoubtedly Jane’s and Joe’s because they are advancing into spring before us and tomorrow is Sunday This poem goes on too long because our friendship has been long, long for this life and these times, long as art is long and uninterruptable, and I would make it as long as I hope our friendship lasts if I could make poems that long I hope there will be more more drives to Bear mountain and searches for hamburgers, more evenings avoiding the latest Japanese movies and watching Helen Vinson and Warner Baxter in Vogues of 1938 instead, more discussions in lobbies of the respective greatnesses of Diana Adams and Allegra Kent, more sunburns and more half-mile swims in which Joe beats me as Jane watches, lotion-covered and sleepy, more arguments over [drawings: Alger Hiss, Maria Tallchief, Helen Vinson/Warner Baxter in Vogues of 1938, Diana Adams]

Faulkner's inferiority to Tolstoy while sand gets into my bathing trunks let's advance and change everything, but leave these little oases in case the heart gets thirsty en route and I should probably propose myself as a godfather if you have any children, since I will probably earn more money some day accidentally, and could teach him or her how to swim and now there is a Glazunov symphony on the radio and I think of our friends who are not here, of John and the nuptial quality of his verses (he is always marrying the whole world) and Janice and Kenneth, smiling and laughing, respectively (they are probably laughing at the Leaning Tower right now) but we are all here and have their proxy if Kenneth were writing this he would point out how art has changed women and women have changed art and men, but men haven't changed women much but ideas are obscure and nothing should be obscure tonight you will live half the year in a house by the sea and half the year in a house in our arms we peer into the future and see you happy and hope it is a sign that we will be happy too, something to cling to, happiness the least and best of human attainments [Drawings: Alexander Glazunov, sketch of Wynn Chamberlain’s dual portraits “Poets Dressed and Undressed” featuring Frank O’Hara and Joe LeSueur]

Notes/drawings
POEM READ AT JOAN MITCHELL’S
Frank O’Hara

This was fun to do! We talked about a lot of stuff and, of course, a topic I have talked about a lot on podcasts at this point - Crazy Frog's penis.

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Nah, being an english columnist is just the cognitive equivalent of being kicked in the head by a horse

Life is very hard in Ireland, as we are entirely blanketed in screentone

This is one of the weirdest looking ways I've seen someone fuck this up.

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Made this video for my friends in MOWDER OYAL who have a new record out, "Prefigurative Musics." The single is "Imaginary." Happy Bandcamp Friday

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"we need a leftist Mystery so comrades can practice ethical pick up artistry" great contribution pal, thanks

Today we finish BROWN GIRL IN THE RING, featuring one of the coolest climaxes in fiction as Toronto's CN Tower becomes a massive conduit between the mortal and spirit realms. Plus, a bunch of tech-savvy street urchins with hologram machines get a small business loan. rangedtouch.com/2025/08/01/b...

A black cat picturing the corpse of the photographer.

Novak is in perfect health. World Evil is imminent.

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