Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker
Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting
In order to capture an intimate picture of Burroughs’ experience in New York City in 1953, you have to open the window of apartment 16 on 206 East 7th Street and step out onto the fire escape.
It’s not love / It’s not love / Which is my face / Which is a building / Which is on fire.
The apartment is entered by a fire escape, a structure whose name is a touch of accidental poetic truth, for all of these huge buildings are always burning with the slow and implacable fires of human desperation.
Read further installments in The Visible Man: A Coffee Table Zine of Photographs of William S. Burroughs