William Burroughs

(5 February 1914 – 2 August 1997)

William Burroughs Quotes

  • ''This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games.''
    William Burroughs (b. 1914), U.S. author. repr. In Painting and Guns, in a slightly different form (1992). "The War Universe," first published in Grand Street, no. 37 (New York, 1992). Taped conversation.
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  • ''Black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. Casual curses are the most effective.''
    William Burroughs (b. 1914), U.S. author. The Western Lands, ch. 3 (1987).
  • ''Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.''
    William Burroughs (b. 1914), U.S. author. The Western Lands, ch. 5 (1987).
  • ''So cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.''
    William Burroughs (b. 1914), U.S. author. The Western Lands, ch. 2 (1987).
  • ''After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say "I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER."''
    William Burroughs (b. 1914), U.S. author. "Women: A Biological Mistake?" The Adding Machine (1985).

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Best Poem of William Burroughs

My Legs Señor

attic room and window my ice skates on the wall
the Priest could see the bathroom pale yellow wood panels
toilet young legs shiny black leg hairs
"It is my legs señor."
lustre of stumps rinses his lavender horizen
feeling the boy groan and what it meant
face of a lousy kid on the doctor's table
I was the shadow of the waxing evening and strange window panes.
I was the smudge and whine of missed times in the reflected sky
points of polluted water under his lavender horizen window pane
smudge scrawled by some boy cold lost marbles in the room
the ...

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Spain & 42 St.

Language like muttering pant smells running silver scanning

Passed down the Arab Street in the gutter patterns

Translucent medium from its like i talky you of a place

the vacuum of silent panic forgotten red mud flats

sharp fish syllables where is he now? he moved as sharp as water

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