it's not in the calendar, it's not in the news, but it is there, in the air. letting me pick William Bourrough's Naked Lunch in the library. making me read it aloud in the living room, tell two friends about it, write lines of it on the pinboard next to my desk.
“…Not a locked door in the City. Anyone comes into your room at any time…”
and in return, i receive the most unexpected replies. and learn, that one of the friends is reading the book, too. from all books in the world, and from all times to read them
the explanation, it followed just a day later: "..it is perfect that you are reading Naked Lunch," the other friend said. "A friend of mine started a tradition with us, one week of the year celebrating the Beats. And this is it, Beat Week..."
so this is it.
and here is some more. Ginsberg. Howl. for all those...
"...who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation..."
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