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23 RANDOM PARAGRAPHS FROM NAKED LUNCH

Naked Lunch is a novel by American writer William S. Burroughs, originally published in 1959. The book is structured as a series of loosely connected vignettes. Burroughs stated that the chapters are intended to be read in any order. wikipedia

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WSB reads 23 random sentences from Naked Lunch

1 A.J. turns to the guests. “Cunts, pricks, fence strad-dlers, tonight I give you — that international-known im-pressario of blue movies and short-wave TV, the one, the only, The Great Slashtubitch!”

2 All houses in the City are joined. Houses of sod — high mountain Mongols blink in smokey doorways — houses of bamboo and teak, houses of adobe, stone and red brick, South Pacific and Maori houses, houses in trees and river boats, wood houses one hundred feet long sheltering entire tribes, houses of boxes and corrugated iron where old men sit in rotten rags cooking down canned heat, great rusty iron racks rising two hundred feet in the air from swamps and rubbish with perilous partitions built on multi-levelled platforms, and hammocks swinging over the void.

3 Benway: “Why not one all-purpose blob? Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.

4 “Uh thanks that was great.” Miguel’s pants fell to his ankles. He stood there in a misshapen overcoat of Hesh that turned from brown to green and then colorless in the morning light, fell off in globs onto the floor.

5 “Your commission! Who smelled out this good thing in the first place?”

6 The Clerk looked at the card suspiciously: “You don’t look like a bone feed mast-fed Razor Back to me…. What you think about the Jeeeeews… P”

7 Night train to Chi… Meet a girl in the hall and I see she is on and ask where is a score?

8 I pass a hand in front of the man’s eyes.

9 After a few months of this the citizens cowered in corners like neurotic cats.

10 In Cuernavaca or was it Taxco? Jane meets a pimp trombone player and disappears in a cloud of tea smoke. The pimp is one of these vibration and dietary artists — which is a means he degrades the female sex by forcing his chicks to swallow all this shit. He was continually enlarging his theories… he would quiz a chick and threaten to walk out if she hadn’t memorized every nuance of his latest assault on logic and the human image.

11 Lee nodded absently…. “Yes… Always…”

12 Over the broken chair and out through the tool-house window whitewash whipping in a cold Spring wind on a limestone cliff over the river… piece of moon smoke hangs in China blue sky… out on a long line of jissom across the dusty floor….

13 “M.I. never misses.”

14 Leif The Unlucky was a tall, thin Norwegian, with a patch over one eye, his face congealed in a permanent, ingratiating smirk. Behind him lay an epic saga of un-successful enterprises. He had failed at raising frogs, chinchilla, Siamese fighting fish, rami and culture pearls. He had attempted, variously and without success, to promote a Love Bird Two-in-a-coffin Cemetery, to corner the condom market during the rubber shortage, to run a mail order whore house, to issue penicillin as a patent medicine. He had followed disastrous betting systems in the casinos of Europe and the race tracks of the U.S. His reverses in business were matched by the incredible mischances of his personal life. His front teeth had been stomped out by bestial American sailors in Brooklyn. Vultures had eaten out an eye when he drank a pint of paregoric and passed out in a Panama City park. He had been trapped between floors in an elevator for five days with an oil-burning junk habit and sustained an attack of D.T.s while stowing away in a foot locker. Then there was the time he collapsed with strangulated intestines, perforated ulcers and peritonitis in Cairo and the hospital was so crowded they bedded him in the latrine, and the Greek surgeon goofed and sewed up a live monkey in him, and he was gang-fucked by the Arab attendants, and one of the orderlies stole the penicillin substituting Saniflush; and the time he got clap in his ass and a self-righteous English doctor cured him with an enema of hot, sulphuric acid, and the German practitioner of Technological Medicine who removed his appendix with a rusty can opener and a pair of tin snips (he considered the germ theory “a nonsense.”) Flushed with success he then began snip-ping and cutting out everything in sight: “The human body is filled up vit unnecessitated parts. You can get by vit one kidney. Vy have two? Yes dot is a kidney…. The inside parts should not be so close in together crowded. They need lebensraum like the Vaterland.”

15 “The river is served, sir.”

16 “After a while the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.

17 “I was traveling with Irene Kelly and her was a sporting woman. In Butte, state of Montana, she gets the coke horrors and run through the hotel screaming Chinese coppers chase her with meat cleavers. I knew this cop in Chicago sniff coke used to come in form of crystals, blue crystals. So he go nuts and start screaming the Federals is after him and run down this alley and stick his head in the garbage can. And I said, ‘What you think you are doing?’ and he say, ‘Get away or I shoot you. I got myself hid good.’”

18 The Word is divided into units which be all in one piece and should be so taken, but the pieces can be had in any order being tied up back and forth, in and out fore and aft like an innaresting sex arrangement. This book spill off the page in all directions, kaleidescope of vistas, medley of tunes and street noises, farts and riot yipes and the slamming steel shutters of commerce, screams of pain and pathos and screams plain pathic, copulating cats and outraged squawk of the displaced bull head, prophetic mutterings of brujo in nutmeg trances, snapping necks and screaming mandrakes, sigh of orgasm, heroin silent as dawn in the thirsty cells, Radio Cairo screaming like a berserk tobacco auction, and flutes of Ramadan fanning the sick junky like a gentle lush worker in the grey subway dawn feeling with delicate fingers for the green folding crackle..

19 “This will last a month,” he decided, consulting an invisible mirror.

20 “I could get back my deposit. Start me a little business someplace.” He nods and smiles like a mechanical toy.

21 Pictures of men and women, boys and girls, animals, fish, birds, the copulating rhythm of the universe Hows through the room, a great blue tide of life. Vibrating, soundless hum of deep forest — sudden quiet of cities when the junky copes. A moment of stillness and won-der. Even the Commuter buzzes clogged lines of cholesterol for contact.

22 “No. Remember the Bismarck Archipelago. No overt homosexuality. A functioning police state needs no po-lice. Homosexuality does not occur to anyone as conceivable behaviour…. Homosexuality is a political crime in a matriarchy. No society tolerates overt rejection of its basic tenets. We aren’t a matriarchy here, Insh’allah. You know the experiment with rats where they are subject to this electric shock and dropped in cold water if they so much as move at a female. So they all become fruit rats and that’s the way it is with the etiology. And shall such a rat squeak out, ‘I’m queah and I luuuuuuuuve it’ or ‘Who cut yours off, you two-holed freak?’ ‘twere a square rat so to squeak. During my rather brief experience as a psychoanalyst — spot of bother with the Society — one patient ran amok in Grand Central with a flame thrower, two committed suicide and one died on the couch like a jungle rat ( jungle rats are subject to die if confronted suddenly with a hopeless situation). So his relations beef and I tell them, ‘It’s all in the day’s work. Get this stiff outa here. It’s a bring down for my live patients’ — I noticed that all my homosexual patients manifested strong unconscious heterosex trends and all my hetero patients unconscious homosexual trends. Makes the brain reel, don’t it?”

23 “No, Mark!! No! No! No,” she screams, shitting and pissing in terror as he drags her to the platform. He leaves her tied on the platform in a pile of old used condoms, while he adjusts the rope across the room… and comes back carrying the noose on a silver tray. He jerks her to her feet and tightens the noose. He sticks his cock up her and waltzes around the platform and off into ~pace swinging in a great arc…. “Wheeeeee!” he screams, turning into Johnny. Her neck snaps. A great fluid wave undulates through her body. Johnny drops to the floor and stands poised and alert like a young animal.