Chris Titan reads from “Nova Express“, by William S. Burroughs; specifically, “A Distant Thank You“.
Not everything below is included in our brief reading. Take what meaning you like, sirs&madames.
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“I am having in Bill&Iam,” she said—
“But they don’t exist—tout ca—my dear have you any idea what—certain basic flaws in the—”
“You can afford it—You told me hole is always there to absorb yesterday—and whatever—”
“The Market you understand—Bill tossed a rock and a very dear friend of mine struck limestone with dried excrement purposes. And what purpose more has arisen—quite unlooked for—”
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“Lucky bastards,” Bill always said as he walked around smoking Havanas and directing the work in color flash language of The Silent Ones—showing his plans in photo-collage to grim Gothic foreman—
And The House moved slowly from Inca to Mayan back to peasant hut in blighted maize fields or windy mountain slopes of the Andes—Gothic cathedrals soared and dissolved in air—The walls were made of blocks that shifted and permutated—cave paintings—Mayan relief—Attic frieze—panels—screens—photo-collage of The House in all periods and stages—Greek temples rose in clear air and fell to limestone huts by a black lagoon dotted with gondolas—a terminal life form of languid beautiful people smoking black berries in little jade pipes—And The Fish People with purple fungoid gills—And The Controllers drifting in translucent envelopes of spinal fluid with slow hydraulic gestures of pressure authority—These people are without weapons—so old they have lost their enemy—
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Running Time: 8:46
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