>... If my language quavers, trembles or is obscure, quavering
>and obscure are then also the ideas it tries to express. Still when it is
>to my taste precise, I then feel it attained simplicity.
And skipping to another Beat:
"The book began to take shape. When Paul Bowles visited his room in the
Muniria, the floor was covered with hundreds of yellow foolscap pages. Many
of them had been stepped on; you could see sole and heel marks on them.
They were covered with rat droppings and bits of cheese sandwiches.
Obviously, Burroughs ate at the same table where he typed. 'What is all
this?' asked Bowles, who, being meticulously neat, was put off by clutter.
'That's what I'm working on,' Burroughs replied. 'Do you make copies before
you throw it on the floor?' 'Nope.' 'Then how are you going to read it?'
'Oh, I figure it'll be legible.'"
--from "Literary Outlaw: The Life and Times of William S. Burroughs" by Ted
Morgan, p. 261.
Robbin Murphy
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