I was watching a documentary about William Burroughs recently, A Man Within, and was struck by how sad and apart he always was. He was obviously brilliant, a visionary, but he couldn’t help himself from seeing all the way in, all the way down, right to the bones, the horror and bare bleak reality of existence. You are alone, and what’s around you sure ain’t pretty.
Were The Beats a Literary Movement?
Were The Beats a Literary Movement?
Were The Beats a Literary Movement?
I was watching a documentary about William Burroughs recently, A Man Within, and was struck by how sad and apart he always was. He was obviously brilliant, a visionary, but he couldn’t help himself from seeing all the way in, all the way down, right to the bones, the horror and bare bleak reality of existence. You are alone, and what’s around you sure ain’t pretty.