

Del Silhouette Masterpiece Theatre de Wilhelm Staehle.
...de todo un poco



EGO: Are you still doing your "shotgun art?"
BURROUGHS: Oh, all kinds. Brushwork. Shotgun. Paint. Knife.
EGO: What exact process do you use for your visual art?
BURROUGHS: There is no exact process. If you want to do shotgun art, you take a piece of plywood, put a can of spracy paint in front of it, and shoot it with a shotgun or high powered rifle. The paint's under high pressure so it explodes! Throws the can 300 feed. The paint sprays in exploding color across your surface. You can have as many colors as you want. Turn it around, do it sideways, and have one color coming in from this side and this side. Of course, they hit. Mix in all kinds of unpredictable patterns. This is related to Pollack's drip canvases, although this is a rather more basically random process, there's no possibility of predicting what patterns you're going to get.
I've had some I've worked over for months. Get the original after the explosions and work it over with brushes and spray paints and silhouettes until I'm satisfied. So, there isn't any set procedure. Sometimes you get it right there and you don't touch it. The most important thing in painting is to know when to stop, when everything is finished. Doesn't mean anything in writing.Entrevista de Gregory Ego a William Burroghs, publicada en "Headpress (the journal of sex religion death)" (gracias a Leary & Burroughs)



It might be lonelier
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness
I’m so accustomed to my Fate
Perhaps the Other -Peace
Would interrupt the Dark
And crowd the little Room
Too scant -by Cubits- to contain
The Sacrament -of Him-
I am not used to to hope
It might intrude upon
Its sweet parade -blaspheme the place-
Ordained to Suffering
It might be easier
To fail -with Land in Sight-
Than gain -My Blue Peninsula-
To perish - of Delight-