William S. Burroughs is one of the greatest writers of our times. His talent
has brought him fame, and along with it, many burdens. Daily, Burroughs is
swamped with fan mail, unexpected visitors and interview requests. And if
that wasn’t enough to keep him occupied, strange rumors have begun circulating
about him. Burroughs, who rarely grants interviews, speaks with Ron Whitehead
in an attempt to counter the public’s false speculation about him.
“His Swiftian vision of a processed, pre-pakeaged
life, of a kind of elctro-chemical totalitarianism, often
evokes the black laughter of hilarious horror.”—Playboy
“Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since
Jonathan Swift.”
—Jack Kerouac“The only American writer possessed by genius.”
—Norman Mailer“Burroughs shakes the reader as a dog shakes
a rat.”
—Anthony Burgess“An integrity beyond corruption…Burroughs
convinces us he has seen things beyond description.”
—John Updike“One of the most dazzling magicians of
our time.”—John Rechy,
“The Ticket is Exploding”“With suffering comes humility and with it
in the end, wisdom.”
—J. Swift
At 82, William Seward Burroughs II, El Hombre Invisible, Literary
Outlaw, Commandeur de l’Ordre de Arts et des Lettres, is rapidly becoming
the most respected, highly regarded writer in America, in the world.
“All at once I snapped my fingers a couple of times
and laughed. Hellfire and damnation! I suddenly
imagined I had discovered a new word! I sat up in
bed, and said: It is not in the language, I have
discovered it – Kuboaa. It has letters just like
a real word, by sweet Jesus, man, you have discovered
a word!…Kuboaa…of tremendous linguistic
significance. The word stood out clearly in front
of me in the dark.”
Burroughs? No. Knut Hamsun. In 1890, with the publication of
“Hunger,” the first purely psychological novel(yes I’m ready to argue), Hamsun
turned the literary world upside-down and spun it around. In 1959, 69 years
after Hamsun’s breakthrough, with the release of “Naked Lunch,” William S.
Burroughs, explorer in the most real mythological sense, whose search for The
Word has, does and will take him anywhere outside and inside himself, did what
only a small handful of “literari” have achieved in the history of writing:
He forever redirected the course of literature in a way that permanently
altered language, culture and seeing.
So, what the hell is Old Bull Lee up to? Retired and enjoying good
health, does he rest on his arse? No. He is busy working his arts off,
dreaming, seeing, reading and representing new and old visions on paper,
canvas, vinyl,tape, disk, CD-Rom, your brain and mine.
Dream long and dream hard enough
You will come to knowDreaming can make it so
—William S. Burroughs
But rumors abound: He’s kept tied to his bed and forced to use a
chamber pot; he still takes heroin; he moved to central America (USA) because
land was cheap and he knows it’s about to become beachfront property since
East and West coasts willbe falling into oceans any day now; he’s dead; he
shoots obsessed, fatal-attraction European midnight visitors with a shotgun.
Come on people. Wake up. Sober down. William Burroughs is
harassed day and night by folks from around the world showing up, without
invitation, notice or warning, banging on doors and windows, camping in his
yard, trying to get a glimpse of the legend.
The man is 82. Let’s show respect for his privacy as we do for his
work, as we would expect and demand given the good fortune of being in his
position. He receives requests every day for interviews, visits, readings,
recordings and films. He does what he can, and always, always in the
friendliest manner. (And no, he hasn’t shot or threatened anyone.)
William’s latest books include “My Education: A Book of Dreams” and
“Ghost of Chance.” Recent audiowork includes “Naked Lunch,””X-Files CD,”
plus, he is now in studio recording “Junky” and enjoying it so much he may go
right into “Queer.”
Two historic Burroughs events are taking place this summer. The Los
Angeles County Museum of Art (you can contact them at 212-857-6522) is
premiering the exhibition “Ports of Entry: William S. Burroughs and the Arts”
on July 16 through October 6. The event, curated by Robert Sobieszek, is the
first-ever retrospective surveying Burroughs’ career, with 153 works,
beginning with his 1960s and early 1970s photocollages, scrapbooks, and his
collaborations with Brion Gysin on photomontage “cut-ups.” The exhibition
will also include Burroughs’ later shotgun art and recent abstract painting,
and will explore how his work has influenced today’s cultural landscape,
resulting in the absorption of his ideas and routines into newer art,
advertising and current popular culture.
The second event is The New Orleans Voices Without Restraint
INSOMNIACATHON at the Contemporary Arts Center and The Howlin’ Wolf Club, the
largest Beat gathering of the year, where Mayor Mark Morial, James Grauerholz,
Doug Brinkley, and others will speak with Burroughs over the phone. (For more
information contact Ron Whitehead at 502-568-4956.)
Yes, the ticket is exploding. The walls of the literary world, the
world of culture, are crumbling, and through the gaping holes strides the
drawling wordslinger with an attitude, William Seward Burroughs II.
William S. Burroughs: Hello?
Ron Whitehead: William?
WSB: Yes.
Whitehead: Ron Whitehead.
WSB: Well, well, Ron Whitehead.
Whitehead: How the hell are you?
WSB: How what?
Whitehead: How are you?
WSB: Well, I’m fine, thank you.
Whitehead: As you recall, I produced your “Published in Heaven: Remembering
Jack Kerouac poster and chapbook,” plus I sent you my “Calling the Toads” poem
& I’m right now producing the William S. Burroughs/Sonic Youth 7″ vinyl
recording for our audio series.
WSB: Oh, of course, yes, yes.
Whitehead: I just received letters from Rene in Amsterdam. He says that after
my reading at the Meer den Woorden Festival in Goes, Holland he started having
dreams in which you and I taught him how to save the world. I’m forwarding
the letters to you.
WSB: How old is he? I think I remember him. What does he look like?
Whitehead: Early 20s. Blond. Handsome. Friendly. Intelligent. Knows the
history of the Beats inside out. He writes from a mental hospital in
Amsterdam.
WSB: Hmm. Not sure. Perhaps.
Whitehead: Reason I’m calling is that Doug Brinkley has asked me to produce an
event in New Orleans in August. It will be the largest Beat gathering of the
year. RANT for the literary renaissance and The Majic Bus will present the
event, called Voices Without Restraint: 48-Hour Non-Stop Music & Poetry
INSOMNIACATHON. As part of the event, we’ll hold a City of New Orleans
Presentation Ceremony, dedicating to you the historic marker which will be
erected at your Algiers home, which was made famous by Jack Kerouac in “On the
Road.” And we’d like to have a live phone conversation with you during the
presentation.
WSB: Why certainly. Yes, yes. I’m honored.
Whitehead: Good. Just a few questions.
WSB: Fine. Shoot.
Whitehead: Why did you decide to settle in Algiers, which at that time was
home to various military bases, rather than in one of the traditional bohemian
neighborhoods?
WSB: Yes. Because it was a hell of a lot cheaper. Real estate there was the
cheapest. I got that house for $7,000 something.
Whitehead: Any memories of different New Orleans neighborhoods you visited,
music, riding the ferry?
WSB: The Quarter, strange plays…Didn’t get around too much.
Whitehead: The New Orleans Police have come under attack recently — imagine
that — for corruption. A cop hired executioners to kill a woman who signed a
brutality complaint against him. Louisiana police cars have “So no one will
have to fear” inscribed on their sides. Do you have any observations about
the New Orleans police, about the illegal search of your home there, or the
firearms they confiscated?
WSB: No. They never laid a finger on me, as far as any brutality goes. They
did lead me to believe that one of them was a federal agent when he wasn’t.
He was a city cop. So there was an illegal search. But I didn’t know it at
the time. The next day, I was arrested. There was someone with me I hardly
knew. He was just introduced to me. He had one joint on him. He’d thrown
out larger amounts but still had one, and they found it right away. Then the
next day they went in and took my car and I never got it back, though I wasn’t
convicted of anything. See, they can confiscate your property even though
you’re not convicted of anything. And that’s really scary sinister.
Whitehead: Both our political parties are looking like a bird with two right
wings.
WSB: Exactly.
Whitehead: The police are gaining more powers daily as our personal freedoms
are disappearing.
WSB: See, that’s what I say. The whole drug war is nothing but a pretext to
increase police power and personnel, and that, of course, is dead wrong. So
many created imagined drug offenses.
Whitehead: New Orleans has North America’s largest magic community. In
recent years you’ve spoken bluntly about your interest in magic. In New
Orleans did you encounter magic in any form?
WSB: No, I didn’t.
Whitehead: There may be irony in having a literary marker commemorate your
Algiers home, a place where you lived briefly, perhaps unhappily. Did you
produce any writing there?
WSB: Oh yes, quite a bit. And I wouldn’t say I was particularly unhappy
there.
Whitehead: So it wasn’t all that bad?
WSB: No, it wasn’t. Not at all.
Whitehead: Jack Kerouac devoted a large section of “On the Road,” on the New
Orleans visit.
WSB: Oh well, Kerouac was writing fiction. What he did when he wrote about
me…he made me out with Russian Countesses and Swiss accounts and other
things I didn’t have or didn’t happen and so on. Yet…some truth, some
fiction.
Whitehead: You have dramatically influenced music, literature, film, art,
advertising and culture in general. Are you intrigued by that influence? How
did you first become conscious of other people’s perception of you as icon?
WSB: Well, slowly of course. Over time. Reading the paper, magazines,
journals, that sort of thing.
Whitehead: The request for interviews becomes absurd after a while. This is
the first and last one I intend to do. I feel uncomfortable in the position
of interviewer.
WSB: Yes, it becomes absurd because interviewers generally ask the same
questions, say the same things.
Whitehead: Recently you’ve been barraged with interview requests, especially
in relation to the deaths of Timothy Leary and Jan Kerouac.
WSB: Yes, of course I knew Leary, but barely knew, didn’t really know Jan.
James knew her, was friends with her, but I didn’t.
Whitehead: Hunter S. Thompson, who I like so much, is, like me, from
Louisville and you’re from just up the road in St. Louis. I recently visited
Hunter at his home in Colorado. Hunter said he thought he was a pretty good
shot until he went shooting with you.
WSB: I’ll put it like this: Some days you’re good and some you aren’t.
Whitehead: You must have been good that day. Hunter was real impressed.
WSB: Well, he gave me a great pistol.
Whitehead: Like Hunter, some people would say that you’re a Southern
gentleman with a world literary reputation, but both you and Hunter have
escaped the Southern-writer label. Any comments?
WSB: I escaped the label because I didn’t and don’t write about the South.
Whitehead: Do you have a personal favorite of your own readings? I know
you’ve been in the studio recording “Junky.”
WSB: No, I don’t have any special favorite.
Whitehead: Other than Brion Gysin, is there anyone you miss the most?
WSB: When you get to be my age there are more and more people you have known
that you miss. Brion, Antony Balch, Ian Summerville are ones I think of right
away I was quite close to.
Whitehead: Diane di Prima is underrated, underappreciated in the world. Her
autobiography will be released by Viking Penguin in April ’97. I hope she’ll
finally receive credit that’s long overdue.
WSB: Yes, I hope so too.
Whitehead: You’ve had much to say about Samuel Beckett. Beckett’s mentor,
James Joyce, was an anarchist who devoted his life work to undermining and
deconstructing the dominant paradigm of patriarchy in government, religion,
family and literature. I’m doing research asking The Beats what influence
James Joyce had, if any, on their writing. How do you feel about Joyce?
WSB: Well he’s great, a very great writer. Any modern writer is bound to be
influenced by Joyce. Of course, by Beckett as well.
Whitehead: I had a long conversation with Allen Ginsberg about Bob Dylan.
Allen talked about his personal feelings towards Dylan and also about Dylan’s
work. Allen said he felt like Dylan would be remembered long after The Beats
and he added reasons why. This is a strong statement, especially coming from
Allen Ginsberg. Do you have any comments on this?
WSB: No, I don’t. Not in any cursory way. Of course, I’ve listened to and
know his music and met him a couple of times, but I don’t have any strong
statements to make.
Whitehead: John Giorno is giving me an out-take from The Best of Bill CD box
set he’s producing. As part of White Fields Press’ Published in Heaven
series, I’m producing a 7″ vinyl recording with you on one side and Sonic
Youth on the other. Lee Ranaldo has stopped by to visit you. How much are
you able to keep up with music today?
WSB: Some much more than others. I’ve worked with and am very good friends
with Patti Smith and Jim Carroll.
Whitehead: How do you feel about this historic marker?
WSB: Fine. Fine. It’s an honor like the French Commandeur de l’Ordre des
Arts et des Lettres. Commander of Arts and Letters. Commander of Arts and
Letters.
CALLING THE TOADS
Hummm Hummm Hummm Hummm Hummm Hummm Hummm Hummm Calling the toads Calling the toads We shall come rejoicing Calling the toads one step out the door off the step goin down swingin in a peyote amphetamine benzedrine dream I'm five years old I am the messenger holdin William Burroughs' Bill Burroughs' Old Bull Lee's hand holdin Bill's hand on some lonely godforsakinuppermiddleclassSt.Louisstreet and we're hummin we're hummin we're hummin in tones we're hummin in tones callin the toads oh yeah we're callin the toads Bill's eyes twinklin glitterin a devilish grin crackin the corners of his mouth and I'm lookin him right smack in the eyes deep in the eyes I'm readin his heroined heart yes I'm readin his old heart but it ain't the story I expected as we move this way and that raisin and lowerin out heads our voices callin the toads and here they come marchin high and low from under the steps from under the shrooms of the front yard from round the corner of the house fallin from the trees rainin down here come the toads all sizes and shapes all swingin and swayin and dancin that magic Burroughs Beat yes here come the toads singin and swayin and swingin their hips now standin all round us hundreds thousands of toads eyes bulgin tongues stickin out hard dancin a strange happy vulgar rhythmed dance for Burroughs and me yes Burroughs yes Burroughs yes Burroughs I see his heart and I know his secret a secret no one has discovered til now but I'll never tell never reveal as I witness this sacred scene this holy ceremony this gathering this universal song and dance I witness through the eyes the heart of William S. Burroughs King of the Toads Calling the toads Calling the toads We shall come rejoicing Calling the toads hummmm
