Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Reprint of a reprint

Thanksgiving Prayer

Written and delivered by William S. Burroughs, 1986.


For John Dillinger
In hope he is still alive

Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons,
destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts —

thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison —

thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger —

thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot —

thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes —

thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through —

thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches,
for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces —

thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers —

thanks for laboratory AIDS —

thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs —

thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business —

thanks for a nation of finks — yes,

thanks for all the memories… all right, let’s see your arms…
you always were a headache and you always were a bore —

thanks for the last and greatest betrayal,
of the last and greatest of human dreams.



(Copped off the brilliant Brett Schutzman site - Maproom Systems - http://www.maproomsystems.org/ As usual I can't manage a hyperlink and I don't link him over there ---> because I haven't met him (yet). I can't seem to get the gumption and the transportation together to ever get over to one of those "beer with bloggers" things in Ypsi. Not that the quality of the blog lately has been up to that par, (you know why I can't get it up). But I really, really like his site and he reminded me of this Burroughs thing I had forgotten about. It sums up one facet of my holiday feelings, especially about "Black Friday".

The Burroughs things I can ever reliably remember are that life is "the ticket that explodes". There are some personal quotes I'll always remember but it suddenly seemed not right to print them here since it was in conversation with a friend of mine who disseminated the most interesting of them.)

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5 Comments:

At 11/26/2006 9:57 AM, Blogger Watson Woodworth said...

I like that it was Burroughs because reading it I'm imagining the liver spotted spirit of John Foster Dulles saying "Your welcome".

 
At 11/29/2006 1:48 PM, Blogger Director of Operations said...

Heh, thanks Stella. Glad to rekindle your Burroughs memories.

I went to the last blogger meetup, but spent most of the night talking to the few people there who don't have blogs (read into that what you will).

 
At 11/29/2006 4:49 PM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

NP -I was never quite clear who he was and what got an airport named after him. Wasn't he CIA or something? Geez, history there's just so damn much of it to keep up with.
I hope when I'm dead they name a radish or something equally exquisite after me not a nasty old poop factory like an airport.

DOO hey thanks for stoppin' in. I really loved running across that when I was in my holiday screwged funk.
I only stopped the occasional comment over at yours cuz I got lost in the sign in and just figured that as a sign to shut up, same at Maynards.

 
At 11/30/2006 7:17 PM, Blogger Director of Operations said...

yes, the sign-in might be tedious with browsers that don't remember your password info. I'm surprised that blogger still remembers who I am, frankly, since I've not posted there in many months.

Anyway, the burroughs post was meant for those of us in a funk on thanksgiving, so i'm glad to hear someone found it.

 
At 12/02/2006 4:09 PM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

It's more a question of me forgetting passwords and just not having the energy to go looking.

I just cover up my laziness with superstitious claptrap and off I go.

 

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