Comments on: Your Education http://realitystudio.org A William S. Burroughs Community Mon, 21 May 2012 11:22:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: David Wolfman http://realitystudio.org/your-education/comment-page-1/#comment-141589 David Wolfman Mon, 25 Apr 2011 08:37:53 +0000 http://pornosec.com/your-education/#comment-141589 I like Hermann Hesse's concept of the Dream Theatre...maybe WSB was infulenced by this? I like Hermann Hesse’s concept of the Dream Theatre…maybe WSB was infulenced by this?

]]> By: adamgreen http://realitystudio.org/your-education/comment-page-1/#comment-123371 adamgreen Thu, 09 Dec 2010 01:18:36 +0000 http://pornosec.com/your-education/#comment-123371 Myself (who is William Burroughs), Dirk Benedict (who is also me for a bit) and “Bobby Deren” (apparently a famous snooker player) escape from evil Big Brother house. There is a scene where I got shot (I think as William Burroughs) with huge nail gun (in front of the book shelves in Bamford Rd living-room) and blood is everywhere but I shoot the shooter in the neck with a nail. Dirk (me) gets an old car started and we escape. Escape scene turns into me being wheeled in a wheelchair by friendly policeman (Robbie?) and female accomplice and gradually all police are everywhere looking for me and as we pass a bus stop I see a wanted sign saying my name in capital letters but with a picture only showing my neck. Scene then jumps to me climbing to the top of a tree in a school (I am William Burroughs now). At the top of the tree is a man who has been turned to wood who had tried to escape the Big Man before. I thought him dead but then he turned to me and said something (I forget what) then the police come up the tree (and I know that it is electric chair time) and so I say “fuck this” and jump to my (and William Burrough’s) death. Myself (who is William Burroughs), Dirk Benedict (who is also me for a bit) and “Bobby Deren” (apparently a famous snooker player) escape from evil Big Brother house. There is a scene where I got shot (I think as William Burroughs) with huge nail gun (in front of the book shelves in Bamford Rd living-room) and blood is everywhere but I shoot the shooter in the neck with a nail. Dirk (me) gets an old car started and we escape. Escape scene turns into me being wheeled in a wheelchair by friendly policeman (Robbie?) and female accomplice and gradually all police are everywhere looking for me and as we pass a bus stop I see a wanted sign saying my name in capital letters but with a picture only showing my neck. Scene then jumps to me climbing to the top of a tree in a school (I am William Burroughs now). At the top of the tree is a man who has been turned to wood who had tried to escape the Big Man before. I thought him dead but then he turned to me and said something (I forget what) then the police come up the tree (and I know that it is electric chair time) and so I say “fuck this” and jump to my (and William Burrough’s) death.

]]> By: Bob Clowrey http://realitystudio.org/your-education/comment-page-1/#comment-35855 Bob Clowrey Mon, 22 Sep 2008 14:54:25 +0000 http://pornosec.com/your-education/#comment-35855 I pop in on this site from time to time & was reminded of it the other night when I dreamed Of Burroughs. This was surprising to me because I've not read any of his stuff recently. I was watching an internet video of Burroughs in a heroin stupor - trying, but unable to get up off the floor. It was very amusing at first. He seemed drunk, was mumbling and falling over. Then I realised he was crying & my amusement turned to pity & guilt. I felt I had perceived a seldom seen, sensitive aspect of his personality which desperately needed protection and help. I pop in on this site from time to time & was reminded of it the other night when I dreamed Of Burroughs.
This was surprising to me because I’ve not read any of his stuff recently.
I was watching an internet video of Burroughs in a heroin stupor – trying, but unable to get up off the floor. It was very amusing at first. He seemed drunk, was mumbling and falling over.
Then I realised he was crying & my amusement turned to pity & guilt.
I felt I had perceived a seldom seen, sensitive aspect of his personality which desperately needed protection and help.

]]> By: Jakoh (virtualcortex) http://realitystudio.org/your-education/comment-page-1/#comment-35324 Jakoh (virtualcortex) Sun, 14 Sep 2008 11:12:43 +0000 http://pornosec.com/your-education/#comment-35324 While undertaking an art project based around the artworks of Bill and Brion, I had a dream where Bill and I walked in a industrial wasteland. We talked a fair bit, but alas the only words I can recall are these which I managed to scribble in my journal before the mundane kicked in. 'Untill the invisable becomes visable, hiding in plain sight.' Make of that what you will, for me it was very inspiring and has fuelled a lot of my work, for which I thank thee old man, where ever he is. :-) jakoh While undertaking an art project based around the artworks of Bill and Brion, I had a dream where Bill and I walked in a industrial wasteland.
We talked a fair bit, but alas the only words I can recall are these which I managed to scribble in my journal before the mundane kicked in.

‘Untill the invisable becomes visable, hiding in plain sight.’

Make of that what you will, for me it was very inspiring and has fuelled a lot of my work, for which I thank thee old man, where ever he is.
:-)
jakoh

]]> By: William Kuhn http://realitystudio.org/your-education/comment-page-1/#comment-9416 William Kuhn Sat, 23 Jun 2007 12:03:58 +0000 http://pornosec.com/your-education/#comment-9416 here's the kicker...i was 18 and i'm 37 now ...so do your own damm math...i was using far too many drugs and had a tendancy to nap in the afternoons...actually more of an excuse to crawl under the covers to wack off...anyhoo..i was in a muddled dream like state when to my astonishment this old guy dressed like a banker appears and starts to ask me where i was going?it was the oddest experiance ever... here’s the kicker…i was 18 and i’m 37 now …so do your own damm math…i was using far too many drugs and had a tendancy to nap in the afternoons…actually more of an excuse to crawl under the covers to wack off…anyhoo..i was in a muddled dream like state when to my astonishment this old guy dressed like a banker appears and starts to ask me where i was going?it was the oddest experiance ever…

]]> By: Robert Curran http://realitystudio.org/your-education/comment-page-1/#comment-8 Robert Curran Thu, 11 Jan 2007 18:03:17 +0000 http://pornosec.com/your-education/#comment-8 Recently, I have been reading Junky before I go to sleep at night. Last night, I had a dream in which I saw Will Burroughs. It was dark out, and Bill was leaning against a streetlight, dressed in a grayish suit. As I approached him, he spoke these words, "Don't put too much faith in what others want you to do. Deciding for yourself is the only freedom you have left." I had so much to ask him, as I started asking him questions, his image started to fade out and the last thing I heard him say was, "You'll figure it out kid." When I woke, I was left with a profound feeling of sadness, knowing that Burroughs was no longer with us. Then I noticed my ragged copy of Junkie. Bill's own words right in front of me. In some ways he will be with us forever. Recently, I have been reading Junky before I go to sleep at night. Last night, I had a dream in which I saw Will Burroughs. It was dark out, and Bill was leaning against a streetlight, dressed in a grayish suit. As I approached him, he spoke these words, “Don’t put too much faith in what others want you to do. Deciding for yourself is the only freedom you have left.”

I had so much to ask him, as I started asking him questions, his image started to fade out and the last thing I heard him say was, “You’ll figure it out kid.”

When I woke, I was left with a profound feeling of sadness, knowing that Burroughs was no longer with us. Then I noticed my ragged copy of Junkie. Bill’s own words right in front of me. In some ways he will be with us forever.

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