"a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork."

i tried to read william s. burroughs' naked lunch as an undergraduate & really had next to no clue what was going on.

i have liked other (more straightforward) stories by him, like junkie. haven't really dug into his ouvre enough, to my liking. his recorded works can be really, really engaging. burroughs has this captivating, laconic midwestern delivery, so often articulating such shocking things. his voice sounds so much like the scratchy audio that i've encountered of fellow st. louisan t.s. elliot.















one personal favorite: burroughs' narration of "the junky's christmas" in a claymation short subject (excerpted here) that features a dope soundtrack by the disposable heroes of hiphoprisy.


i did really enjoy david cronenberg's naked lunch, by the way. paul weller & judy davis are pitch-perfect. cronenberg always finds so many great actors willing to work on his challenging & out-there projects. i love almost all of his films (have only missed a couple?).

his meditation on naked lunch is so well-excecuted, complex, & surreal.




"cover your eyes america! run for your lives!"



(a great trailer: i love how they got burrough's voice in the mix!)



i'm ready to reenter the interzone again... this edition.

that's the ticket...