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		<title>L&#8217;Internationale Hallucinex</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting L&#8217;Internationale Hallucinex (Maynard &#38; Miles B 56) was published in 1970 by Soleil Noir in Paris. A box containing eight pamphlets, a French translation of William Burroughs &#8220;Invisible Generation&#8221; in the section titled &#8220;Manifestes de la G&#233;n&#233;ration Grise et Invisible.&#8221; The pamphlet also...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker</h4>
<h3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</h3>
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<i>L&#8217;Internationale Hallucinex</i> (Maynard &amp; Miles B 56) was published in 1970 by Soleil Noir in Paris. A box containing eight pamphlets, a French translation of William Burroughs &#8220;Invisible Generation&#8221; in the section titled &#8220;Manifestes de la G&eacute;n&eacute;ration Grise et Invisible.&#8221; The pamphlet also contains Claude P&eacute;lieu, &#8220;3 Manifestes de la G&eacute;n&eacute;ration Grise &amp; Invisible,&#8221; and Carl Weissner, &#8220;Derniers Spasmes dans le Haut-Parleur G&eacute;n&eacute;tique.&#8221;
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<b>Download</b> <a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/linternationale-hallucinex/linternationale-hallucinex.pdf" target="_blank">Manifestes de la G&eacute;n&eacute;ration Grise et Invisible</a>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Lost Tapes of Carl Weissner, Claude P&#233;lieu and Mary Beach, 1967-1969 by Edward S. Robinson For academics and fans alike, the archives of the pivotal beat triumvir of William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac have long been a source of fascination and a continued wealth of lost texts. Despite the excavation of a...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>The Lost Tapes of Carl Weissner, Claude P&eacute;lieu and Mary Beach, 1967-1969 </h4>
<h3>by Edward S. Robinson</h3>
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For academics and fans alike, the archives of the pivotal beat triumvir of William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac have long been a source of fascination and a continued wealth of lost texts. Despite the excavation of a large number of letters and minor works, alongside significant manuscripts such as the Burroughs / Kerouac collaboration <a href="bibliographic-bunker/and-the-hippos-were-boiled-in-their-tanks/">And the Hippos Were Boiled in their Tanks</a> (written in 1945, but not published until 2010) there is nevertheless a sense that the well may be beginning to run dry. 
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It is perhaps for this reason that interest in the extended &#8220;Beat family tree&#8221; which has branches that extend far and wide is finally beginning to grow. While largely (and unjustly) neglected thus far, the so-called &#8220;European Beats&#8221; made a substantial contribution to the dissemination of the cut-up method. Many of these writers were introduced to the technique by Burroughs himself through his many contributions to underground zines in the 1960s, when his project had been specifically to &#8220;recruit&#8221; practitioners far and wide in order to &#8220;spread the virus&#8221; and spearhead an assault against linguistic programming and rational thought. Amongst these, <a href="tag/carl-weissner/">Carl Weissner</a>, <a href="tag/claude-pelieu/">Claude P&eacute;lieu</a> and <a href="tag/mary-beach/">Mary Beach</a> stand out for their contributions to the cut-up canon. Many of their works were produced with Burroughs&#8217; direct involvement in some capacity: for example the &#8220;Counterscripts&#8221; which preface P&eacute;lieu&#8217;s 1967 novel <i>With Revolvers Aimed&#8230; Finger Bowls</i>, and Weissner&#8217;s <i>The Braille Film</i> (1970) and the &#8220;Tickertape&#8221; introduction to the three-way collaboration between Weissner, <a href="tag/jurgen-ploog/">J&uuml;rgen Ploog</a> and <a href="tag/jan-herman/">Jan Herman</a>, <i>Cut Up Or Shut Up</i> (1969), and not forgetting the Weissner / P&eacute;lieu / Burroughs pamphlet <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/so-who-owns-death-tv/">So Who Owns Death TV?</a> (1967). These publications are relatively sought after and are commanding increasingly high prices on the collectors&#8221; market. However, to date, the archives of these authors remain largely unexplored. 
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A few months ago, I received an email from <a href="interviews/interview-with-gary-lee-nova/">Gary Lee-Nova</a>. Aware of my research into these writers, he wondered if I might be interested in hearing a tape he had in his possession, the details of which he explained as follows:
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Since the early 1970s, I have had a five-inch reel, &frac14;&#8221; audiotape recording in my collection. I obtained the tape from Richard Aaron of AM HERE BOOKS which at the time, was based in Switzerland.<sup>1</sup>
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Gary reported that the tape was well-preserved, had been carefully stored and played only once while in his collection, but the recording quality very much reflected the technology of the time, noting:
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To my ear, it sounds like it was recorded in a small shed made of sheet metal; a bit tinny. I&#8217;ve heard other old tape recordings that sound like they were recorded in a wet, cardboard box.
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His intention was, then, to convert the audio to digital files and re-equalize the recording in order to render it as listenable as possible and to &#8220;bring about as pleasant a sound of the reading voices as possible.&#8221;<sup>2</sup>
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Naturally, I was extremely interested. I knew that Weissner had been heavily involved in a number of recording projects in the late 1960s, as he recalled in a 1988 interview with Jay Dougherty, recounting,
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I documented a good part of the New York poetry scene on tape for the German Avantgarde Archive, which is run by an old friend of mine. I think I wound up with about a hundred hours of tape. It was a good cross-section: <a href="tag/allen-ginsberg/">Ginsberg</a>, <a href="tag/ted-berrigan/">Ted Berrigan</a>, <a href="tag/diane-di-prima/">Diane DiPrima</a>, <a href="ray-bremser/">Ray Bremser</a>, Jack MacLow, Dick Higgins, and Alison Knowles. Ron Tavel. Jack Micheline. John Wieners. <a href="tag/ed-sanders/">Ed Sanders</a>.<sup>3</sup>
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In the same interview he also remembers being &#8220;totally fascinated with William Burroughs&#8217; cut-up thing&#8221; which led him to &#8220;all these cut-up collaborations with Burroughs, <a href="tag/jeff-nuttall/">Nuttall</a>, P&eacute;lieu, Mary Beach. Tape experiments and whatnot.&#8221;<sup>4</sup> However, I had never actually heard any of Weissner&#8217;s recordings myself. What&#8217;s more, here was a bone fide rarity, compiling a number of recordings catalogued as being in the Charles Deering McCormick Library of Special Collections in the Northwestern University Library, Illinois, and others that appear to be unlisted.<sup>5</sup>
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I did not have to wait long before the suspense was over and I received not only a digital copy of this rare tape, but also photographic evidence of the source, including a high-resolution reproduction of the sheet attached to the box, which contained the full track listing that Gary had provided in his email.
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<h2>The Contributors and the Material Facts</h2>
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The facts: the tape contains four separate recordings. There is a gummed piece of paper attached to the box bearing the typed details of the recordings, which read as follows:
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CARL WEISSNER reading from THE BRAILLE FILM (San Francisco, 1970) followed by tape experiments (New York / San Francisco 1967/68).
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MARY BEACH reading from ELECTRIC BANANA (Darmstadt 1969) followed by
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CLAUDE PELIEU, MARY BEACH and CARL WEISSNER reading from their resp. notebooks &amp; works in progress – a spontaneous cutup experiment – recorded by Carl W., Honolulu, 12 Dec. 1968 60 min.
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Beneath this track listing is Weissner&#8217;s signature.
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<h2>The Recordings, Side 1: Carl Weissner </h2>
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The first three tracks or sections in the digital reproduction represent the first side of the tape, and all feature Weissner reading from <i>The Braille Film.</i> The sound quality varies across the three parts, suggesting that they were recorded in different locations and / or at different times, perhaps using different equipment.
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/braille-film.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/braille-film.200.jpg" alt="Carl Weissner, The Braille Film, Nova Broadcast Press, 1970" title="Carl Weissner, The Braille Film, Nova Broadcast Press, 1970" width="200" height="309" border="0" /></a>The <a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-1.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">first track</a> &#8212; in its digital form &#8212; has a duration of two minutes and twenty-nine seconds and features a straight recording of Weissner reading a segment of text. The reading is largely clear, although occasional words are a little difficult to distinguish through a combination of microphone positioning and enunciation. The piece contains a thin thread of narrative, beginning ostensibly with the scene of an execution, while also incorporating &#8220;classic&#8221; cut-up elements, in the form of references to virus and mutation and biological and technological synesthesia, such as &#8220;faded lips, palpitating emphysema lungs&#8221; and &#8220;infra-red veins&#8221; which are representative of the &#8220;composite bodies&#8221; that populate Weissner&#8217;s (anti-)novel.<sup>6</sup> Interestingly, this section of text does not appear in the published version of the book, which appeared in 1970 on <a href="bibliographic-bunker/jan-herman-and-william-s-burroughs/jan-herman-as-publisher-of-nova-broadcast-press/">Jan Herman&#8217;s Nova Broadcast Press</a>.
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The <a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-2.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">second section</a> is louder and clearer than the first, with a trebly sound which occasionally tweets at certain frequencies. It has a running time of almost twelve minutes. It features Weissner delivering a measured reading of a section of <i>The Braille Film</i> that begins on page 92. The delivery is deadpan, almost Burroughsian in many respects. The meter is reminiscent of those which appear on <i>Call Me Burroughs</i>, and, like Burroughs, Weissner adopts different voices for dialogue. To hear him raise the pitch of his voice and deliver the lines &#8220;Why, it is possible? Something&#8217;s touching me on the ass&#8230;!&#8221; in the tone of a posh woman in a state of affronted surprise cannot fail to amuse, while his rendition of an upper-class British accent for her &#8220;gray companion&#8221; is remarkable for its accuracy. 
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Significantly, there are portions of text &#8212; the occasional sentence here and there &#8212; which are read here that do not appear in the final published version. The interest here lies not, perhaps, so much in the details of textual variations or edits <i>per se</i> (although scholars of major authors, including Burroughs, are often given to analyzing such variant and alternative edits in great depth), but in the way that this evidences the theories that lie at the heart of <i>The Braille Film</i> in live practice. Much of <i>The Braille Film</i> is given to demonstrating the ways in which the media, authors, historians, all manipulate text &#8212; and film &#8212; to achieve specific ends. Minor, often subtle edits, a change of camera angle or focus, the cropping of an image, all contrive to alter &#8212; potentially quite dramatically &#8212; the way the audience receives and perceives a &#8220;text.&#8221; As such, the minor alterations Weissner makes to his own text show the author effectively manipulating, adjusting, altering his own text, and in doing so, in some small way, the course of history is changed. This marks a central theme of <i>The Braille Film</i>, and also stands in parallel with Burroughs&#8217; theories concerning the idea of &#8220;history as construct&#8221;:
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We think of the past as being there unchangeable&#8230; the past is ours to shape and change at will. Two men talk&#8230; if no recording of the conversation is made, it exists only in the memory of the two actors. Suppose I make a recording&#8230; and alter and falsify the recording, and play the altered recording back to the two actors. If my alterations had been skilfully and plausibly applied the two actors will remember the altered recording.<sup>7</sup>
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/cut-up-or-shut-up.dustwrapper.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/cut-up-or-shut-up.dustwrapper.200.jpg" alt="Jan Herman, Jurgen Ploog, and Carl Weissner, Cut Up or Shut Up, Paris, Agenzia, 1972" title="Jan Herman, Jurgen Ploog, and Carl Weissner, Cut Up or Shut Up, Paris, Agenzia, 1972" width="200" height="327" border="0" /></a>The <a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-3.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">third track</a> is of lesser quality, and sounds as though Weissner&#8217;s voice has been recorded down a drainpipe or processed through a flange effect. This is, in fact, intentional, as he recounts: &#8220;I remember producing the effect of talking down a drain on purpose: I talked directly into an empty whisky bottle when I made that recording (Wong&#8217;s Cabaret, etc.) in Jan [Herman]&#8217;s room on Bush Street, San Francisco, &#8217;68.&#8221;<sup>8</sup>  Seemingly recorded in two takes, the material does undeniably suffer on account of the recording quality. Nevertheless, Weissner&#8217;s flat delivery stands in stark contrast to the sex acts he details within this section, which again, is not included in the published version of the book. However, it is worth noting at this juncture that Weissner produced a number of texts entitled <i>The Braille Film</i>; the 1969 German language collection of works edited by Weissner, entitled <i>Cut-Up</i>, which featured works by Burroughs, Mary Beach, <a href="tag/harold-norse/">Harold Norse</a>, J&uuml;rgen Ploog, Claude P&eacute;lieu, <a href="tag/brion-gysin/">Brion Gysin</a> and Jeff Nuttall, features a number of short texts by Weissner gathered under the main heading of <i>The Braille Film.</i> While some of these &#8220;Composite Soundtrack&#8221; pieces do also appear in the book, they do so in re-edited forms. This may appear somewhat confusing, as <i>The Braille Film</i> was written directly in English, yet the texts which appear in <i>Cut-Up</i>, published a year earlier &#8212; are in German. However, as Carl explained, &#8220;the stuff in the antho was translated (sort of) from the English ms.&#8221; As such, this recording provides an insight into the evolution of <i>The Braille Film</i> as a book that emerged from an array of texts written over a period of time and then pieced together: a large-scale textual collage of smaller cut-ups.
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The <a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-4.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">fourth and final track</a> on side one is given to Weissner&#8217;s &#8220;Tape Experiments (New York / San Francisco 1967/68).&#8221; With a running time of eight minutes and ten seconds, it comprises a selection of segments of recordings from a range of courses cut together. Most of the different samples stand separate from one another: a few seconds of the radio, a few more of the television, a few more seconds of Weissner reading. The pieces are, as one would probably expect, of variable quality, although there are some interesting delay effects and overlays, plus an unsettling &#8212; not to mention slightly disorientating &#8212; loop of a crowd&#8217;s recorded laughter, which are noteworthy from an experimental perspective.
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Beginning at the 1:21 mark, between a loop of what sounds like coughing accompanied by a droning hum in the background and a segment of narrative delivered in an eerie, echoed whisper, Weissner reads a permutational piece that effectively recreates Burroughs&#8217; &#8220;Recalling All Active Agents.&#8221; In Weissner&#8217;s recording, the words are changed to &#8220;Calling All Erogenous Agents&#8221; and additional words and phrases are also incorporated. While recorded in 1960, Burroughs&#8217; recording remained unreleased commercially until 1986, when Sub Rosa issued the compilation <i>Break Through in Grey Room</i>, evidencing that Weissner had access to Burroughs&#8217; personal archive during the time they worked on their various collaborations. This demonstrates just how keen Burroughs was during his &#8220;cut-up period&#8221; to &#8220;spread the virus.&#8221; His prodigious output through the underground press and in his numerous collaborations, in conjunction with his liberal sharing of his methodology and frequent incitement for others to utilize the cut-up technique, evidence just how strongly he believed it was possible to revolutionize writing and all word-based media. Recordings such as those made by Weissner show how infectious Burroughs&#8217; enthusiasm was. 
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Other sections of these &#8220;Tape Experiments&#8221; are more developed and sophisticated, and contain a number of layers of audio simultaneously. Possibly generated in part by ambient sounds, the hum of electricity or even the amplified recording device itself, between 1:30 and 3:00 and from 7:15 to the end, long, low notes, drones and hums provide a backdrop to snippets of dialogue and also to longer readings from texts, with an almost musical tonality. In many ways, these sections are the most remarkable of all, in that they sound very like contemporary experimental / ambient records, illustrating just how ahead of their time these tape experiments really were.
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<h2>Leading the Electronic Revolution </h2>
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It is perhaps because of their continued relevance that Burroughs&#8217; audio experiments, conducted in the 1960s, continue to be a source of great interest on both a literary and technical level. Burroughs&#8217; interest in the applications of audio was well documented, particularly in <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/the-job-interviews-with-william-burroughs/">The Job</a> and <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/electronic-revolution/">Electronic Revolution</a>, which would prove seminal for experimental music pioneers of the late 1970s and early 1980s. 
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Burroughs&#8217; own recordings, however, remained in the vaults. Initially recorded for the purposes of his own personal research, the tapes were not intended for public consumption. It wasn <a href="http://www.genesisbreyerporridge.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Genesis P-Orridge</a> of Throbbing Gristle who convinced Burroughs to allow him to release a selection of these experiments commercially. After spending many long hours going through the tapes, Orridge compiled the hour&#8217;s worth of material that was released as <i>Nothing Here Now But the Recordings</i> on Industrial Records in 1980.<sup>9</sup>
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<a href="images/covers/electronic_revolution/electronic_revolution.uk.blackmoor.1971.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/covers/electronic_revolution/electronic_revolution.uk.blackmoor.1971.200.jpg" alt="William S. Burroughs, Electronic Revolution" title="William S. Burroughs, Electronic Revolution" width="200" height="260" border="0" /></a>Nevertheless, Burroughs&#8217; influence on music, particularly the music of the avant-garde, precedes the public release of his experimental recordings, primarily on account of his book <i>Electronic Revolution</i> (1970, 1972, 1976), which expounds the theoretical contexts of some of his practical experiments with audio. Along with Cabaret Voltaire and Coil, Throbbing Gristle were among the first to explore the possibilities of using tape loops, cut-ups, samples and &#8220;found sounds&#8221; to make music. It was in the work of these bands that Burroughs&#8217; influence on music became truly tangible.<sup>10</sup> &#8220;A lot of what we did, especially in the early days, was a direct application of his ideas to sound and music,&#8221; recalls Cabaret Voltaire&#8217;s Richard H. Kirk.<sup>11</sup> This was true of many of the bands involved in the Industrial scene that exploded on both sides of the Atlantic between 1978 and 1984. They immersed themselves in studio experimentation and the application of techniques first explored by Burroughs and Gysin some 20 years previous. The reason for the delayed spread of the Virus in sound recordings was largely due to the lack of technology to facilitate widespread experimentation prior to 1978. But once Burroughs and Gysin had made the &#8220;breakthrough,&#8221; it was almost inevitable that their ideas would spread. Kirk regards <i>Electronic Revolution</i> as &#8220;a handbook of how to use tape recorders in a crowd&#8230; to create a sense of unease or unrest by playback of riot noises cut in with random recordings of the crowd itself&#8221; adding, &#8220;that side was always very interesting to us.&#8221;<sup>12</sup> The book&#8217;s great impact on the underground music scene is indubitable, serving as a catalyst for a new wave of avant-garde musical experimentation. 
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The appeal of <i>Electronic Revolution</i> is obvious. While those who had followed Burroughs&#8217; writing through the cut-up experiments would have been able to admire the many qualities of the writing, and even the methodology behind it, to the extent that it was possible to &#8220;write like Burroughs,&#8221; <i>Electronic Revolution</i> revealed new possibilities, demonstrating the potential for the written word to develop and mutate in new directions <i>off</i> the page. It also represented a &#8220;call to arms&#8221; for dissenters, providing as it did directions for sonic terrorism with the potential for &#8220;real&#8221; results:  
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&#8230;make recordings and take pictures of some location you wish to discommode or destroy, now play recordings back and take more pictures, will result in accidents, fires, removals. Especially the latter. The target moves. We carried out this operation with the Scientology Center at 37 Fitzroy Street. Some months later they moved to 68 Tottenham Court Road, where a similar operation was carried out&#8230;<sup>13</sup>
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Like <i>Naked Lunch</i> and <i>The Third Mind</i>, <i>Electronic Revolution</i> is a &#8220;how-to&#8221; book, a handbook, with instructions for the replication of the author&#8217;s techniques to achieve specific effects. &#8220;Riot sound effects can produce an actual riot in a riot situation. Recorded police whistles will draw cops. Recorded gunshots, and their guns are out.&#8221;<sup>14</sup> Burroughs explained the function of site-specific recording and playback thus:
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&#8230;playback on location can produce definite effects. Playing back recordings of an accident can produce another accident&#8230; We carried out a number of these operations: street recordings, cut in of other material, playback in the streets &#8230;(I recall I had cut in fire engines and while playing this tape back in the street fire engines passed.)&#8230; (I wonder if anybody but CIA agents read this article or thought of putting these techniques into actual operation.) Anybody who carries out similar experiments over a period of time will turn up more &#8220;coincidences&#8221; than the law of averages allows.<sup>15</sup>
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It was the capacity to achieve a specific desired effect, as Burroughs&#8217; empirical testing of the theories demonstrated, which proved a significant factor in the book&#8217;s appeal to a certain audience. Although Burroughs believed that &#8220;the influence of fiction is not direct,&#8221; he always intended for his writing to have a tangible effect upon the reader in some way &#8212; after all, &#8220;if your writing had no effect, then you would have something to worry about.&#8221;<sup>16</sup> That an early Cabaret Voltaire gig where Burroughs&#8217; instructions were put into practice ended in a riot is testament to the effectiveness of the method.<sup>17</sup>
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<p>
It is abundantly evident from hearing these brief examples of Weissner&#8217;s experimental recordings that Carl, like Burroughs, recognized the value of applying the cut-up method to audio tape.
</p>
<h2>The Recordings, Side 2, Part. 1: Mary Beach and Electric Banana </h2>
<p>
<a href="images/people/mary_beach/mary-beach.electric-banana.200.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/mary_beach/mary-beach.electric-banana.200.jpg" alt="Mary Beach, Electric Banana" title="Mary Beach, Electric Banana" width="200" height="305" border="0" /></a><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-2-track-1.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side two begins with Beach reading</a> from <i>Electric Banana</i>. This is a straightforward spoken-word recording, and Beach&#8217;s proper-sounding enunciation stands very much at odds with the colloquial and coarse elements of the prose, particularly within the dialogue. If anything, this heightens the impact of the reading and of the text itself. Beach&#8217;s performance is largely clear and confident, with only occasional stumbles, and the lines &#8220;wild screams of boys jacking off&#8230; on street corner of Madrid&#8221; causing some slight difficulty. Rather than detracting from the listening experience, such details remind us that this is a real, live reading captured on tape. While the readings Burroughs recorded for <i>Call Me Burroughs</i> were recorded over several takes and carefully edited to present an almost mechanically precise recording, free of background noise or errors, the scraping chair and other background sounds that can be heard during this twelve-minute recording are integral to its spirit, which is natural and immediate. The text itself is brutal and prosaic, a veritable blizzard of violence and sex, an orgy of drug consumption. 
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<p>
As with Weissner&#8217;s readings from the then-unpublished <i>Braille Film</i>, so Beach&#8217;s <i>Electric Banana</i> was yet to be published, at least in its original language. (A section did appear in the Weissner-edited anthology <i>Cut-Up</i> in 1969, the year of this recording, and the full text was published in translation in Germany the following year, although it would be another five years before Cherry Valley Editions would publish an English language edition.) Once again, as with Weissner&#8217;s readings, the version Beach reads here is different from the published version. Beginning with a section that starts on page 12 of the Cherry Valley Edition, Beach omits a number of words, alters the tense of others and reads &#8220;I was apparently the only one interested in what was going on,&#8221; whereas the published version reads &#8220;I was not the only one.&#8221; Skipping most of page 13, she segues &#8220;Bromo-Seltzer trickling, foaming over blue headlights&#8221; into &#8220;Nothing but my own brain counts now.&#8221; 
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<p>
The reason I draw attention to what may appear to be rather minor details is because, in the first instance, they enable us to observe the evolution of the text and the way additions and excisions were made over a period of time. Perhaps most importantly, however, we must consider the variations within the context of the theories which surrounded the cut-ups, specifically the ideas relating to textual manipulation. The underlying belief that words are malleable &#8212; Burroughs likened words to physical mediums such as paint &#8212; means that altering the position of a word within the broader context of the sentence and the paragraph in which it is located, and the way different juxtapositions of words can produce radically different meanings or present very different images in the reader&#8217;s mind&#8217;s eye, is key.
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<p>
That the published text is, arguably, more explicit &#8212; and more Burroughsian &#8212; than the version Beach reads here is also noteworthy. The line &#8220;lips hovering over the ivory prick raised ready to strike like a snake &#8212; Iron exploding on a white moon, cool floods of white sound&#8221; would be published as &#8220;lips hovering over the ivory prick raised ready to strike like a pink cobra &#8212; Iron exploding on a white moon, cool floods of jissom &amp; a white sound.&#8221; Whether or not this necessarily adds to the text&#8217;s impact is questionable, but one thing that is placed in sharp relief by this recording is Beach&#8217;s eye &#8212; and ear &#8212; for a Surreal image, and I would contend that some of the images conveyed in the recorded, earlier version of the text, are stronger or more striking than those which appear in the later revision. 
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<h2>The Recordings, Side 2, Part. 2: Claude P&eacute;lieu, Mary Beach, Carl Weissner </h2>
<p>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/fuck_you/claude-pelieu.automatic-pilot.1964.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/fuck_you/claude-pelieu.automatic-pilot.1964.200.jpg" alt="Claude Pelieu, Automatic Pilot, Fuck You Press, 1964" title="Claude Pelieu, Automatic Pilot, Fuck You Press, 1964" width="200" height="258" border="0" /></a>The <a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-2-track-2.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">second track on side two</a> has a running time of six minutes and twelve seconds. It comprises two separate readings, beginning with Claude P&eacute;lieu reading a brace of short pieces in a segment which has a duration of fractionally under five minutes, with a calm, smooth delivery. He speaks exclusively in French, which renders comment from me on the contents of the piece extremely difficult. On a purely technical level, however, P&eacute;lieu&#8217;s voice is clear, despite there being significant &#8220;snow&#8221; on the recording. Beach then reads briefly from a work in progress, which would appear to draw on cut-up articles from medical journals, with references to schizophrenia, liver disease and hepatitis, in juxtaposition with images of apocalypse, life-drawing and dissection. The sound quality suggests that it was recorded during the same session as P&eacute;lieu&#8217;s piece. 
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<p>
The <a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-2-track-3.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">final section</a>, which runs for eight minutes, begins with a collaborative piece, in which all three authors read in turn, although in no discernible sequence: Beach and Weissner in English, P&eacute;lieu in French. The result is certainly interesting, as each speaker delivers one or two lines from their text, their styles of delivery contrasting dramatically with one another &#8212; P&eacute;lieu&#8217;s style is laid-back and steady, while Beach&#8217;s delivery is akin to that of a newsreader, and Weissner has a controlled intensity in his voice. On a formal level, this intercutting of each author&#8217;s work effectively creates a new composite text that amalgamates three pre-existing texts. Described as a &#8220;spontaneous cut-up experiment,&#8221; its use of longer phrases in juxtaposition function more like those which form &#8220;The First Cut-Ups&#8221; that appeared in <i>Minutes to Go</i> than the choppier, more fragmentary cut-ups that would subsequently become the more popular form. However, it would perhaps be more accurate to describe this eight-minute sound collage as a real-time audio fold-in.
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<p>
These recordings are fascinating and valuable in their own right, on a number of levels and not least of all because of the names involved in their production. While perhaps not possessing the commercial or mass appeal of discovering a &#8220;lost&#8221; recording of Burroughs, in the context of the broader Beat &#8220;scene,&#8221; Weissner, P&eacute;lieu and Beach are all significant writers, while Beach&#8217;s role in the publication and circulation of some of the most experimental works of the late 1960s and early 1970s, through her Beach Texts &amp; Documents imprint was substantial. While it seems unlikely at the time of writing that further recordings from Weissner&#8217;s archive will surface &#8212; or find their way to me &#8212; it is extremely exciting to speculate about what gems may be in existence. At the very least, this tape affords a fascinating insight into a brief yet extremely fertile time in the ever-evolving, ever-mutating history of the cut-ups and the Beat generation.
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<h2>Download the Lost Tapes</h2>
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<li style="padding-top:6px;"><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-1.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side 1, Track 1 (Weissner)</a></li>
<li style="padding-top:6px;"><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-2.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side 1, Track 2 (Weissner)</a></li>
<li style="padding-top:6px;"><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-3.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side 1, Track 3 (Weissner)</a></li>
<li style="padding-top:6px;"><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-1-track-4.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side 1, Track 4 (Weissner)</a></li>
<li style="padding-top:6px;"><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-2-track-1.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side 2, Track 1 (Beach)</a></li>
<li style="padding-top:6px;"><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-2-track-2.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side 2, Track 2 (P&eacute;lieu and Beach)</a></li>
<li style="padding-top:6px;"><a href="media/weissner-tape/weissner-beach-pelieu-side-2-track-3.mp3" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Side 2, Track 3 (P&eacute;lieu, Weissner, and Beach)</a></li>
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<h2>Notes</h2>
<p>
1. Email from Gary Lee-Nova, 8th November 2010.
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<p>
2. Ibid.
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<p>
3. Jay Dougherty. &#8220;Translating Bukowski and the Beats: An Interview with Carl Weissner&#8221; in <i>Gargoyle</i> 35, 1988, p. 73.
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<p>
4. Ibid., p. 70.
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<p>
5. See the <a href="http://files.library.northwestern.edu/spec/weissner.pdf" target="_blank" rel="noopener">finding aid</a> to the Weissner archive at Northwestern University Library.
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<p>
6. Carl Weissner, <i>The Braille Film.</i> San Francisco: Nova Press, 1970, p. 26.
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<p>
7. William S. Burroughs and Daniel Odier, <i>The Job</i>. Harmondsworth: Penguin Books, 1989,<i> </i> p. 35.
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<p>
8. Carl Weissner, email to K. Seward, April 2011 (edited for capitalization).
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<p>
9. Industrial Records, IR0016. Reissued as part of <i>The Best of William S. Burroughs at Giorno Poetry Systems</i> 4 CD box set. New York: Mercury Records, 1998.
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<p>
10. Although David Bowie famously applied the cut-up technique in the formulation of the lyrics to his album <i>Diamond Dogs</i>, this example of Burroughs&#8217; influence being applied on a technical level within music is wholly isolated. Moreover, Bowie still only applied the technique to words on the page as Burroughs has in <i>Minutes to Go</i>, <i>The Third Mind</i> and the <i>Nova</i> trilogy. The cutting and splicing of audio represents a developmental departure from this.
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<p>
11. Biba Kopf: &#8216;spread the Virus: How William Burroughs infected the world of music&#8221;, in <i>My Kind of Angel: I. M. William Burroughs</i>, ed. Rupert Loydell. Exeter: Stride, 1998, p. 72.
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<p>
12. Ibid., p. 72.
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<p>
13. William S. Burroughs, <i>The Electronic Revolution</i>. Gottingen: Expanded Media Editions, (2nd edition) 1970, p. 74.
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<p>
14. Ibid., p. 67.
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<p>
15. Ibid., p. 74.
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<p>
16. &#8220;The Nova Convention&#8221; by Richard Goldstein, reproduced in <i>Burroughs Live: The Collected Interviews of William S. Burroughs 1960-1997. </i>Los Angeles and New York: Semiotext(e), 2001, p. 436.
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<p>
17. Biba Kopf: &#8220;Spread the Virus: How William Burroughs Infected the World of Music&#8221; in <i>My Kind of Angel: I. M. William Burroughs</i>, p. 72.
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Written by Edward S. Robinson and published by RealityStudio on 9 May 2011. Thanks to Gary Lee-Nova for the original tape and to Kelly Claude Nairn for the digitizations and images. Especial thanks to Carl Weissner for permission to publish the recordings.
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					<description><![CDATA[Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting Quite a while back, a heartbroken bookseller offered me a copy of the Mad Motherfucker issue of Fuck You, a magazine of the Arts with the Couch cover for $35. Now realize the bookseller was distraught not crazy. When I received the mag...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker</h4>
<h3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</h3>
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Quite a while back, a heartbroken bookseller offered me a copy of the Mad Motherfucker issue of Fuck You, a magazine of the Arts <i>with</i> the <a href="bibliographic-bunker/couch-the-andy-warhol-cover-of-fuck-you/">Couch cover</a> for $35. Now realize the bookseller was distraught not crazy. When I received the mag in the mail, I could understand his disappointment. On first glance, it was like a giant zit on the Mona Lisa &#8212; the Warhol cover was ripped. In addition the once-tight frame had gone to seed, as the body of the magazine was de-stapled and incomplete. For example, the centerpiece of this issue, Auden&#8217;s &#8220;The Platonic Blow,&#8221; was missing. Still I happily paid the $35 for the Couch cover, which even torn was better than nothing. I could always upgrade, right? As it turned out, easier said than done. Fine copies of the issue with the cover attached have become prohibitively expensive, reaching ever higher into the lower four figures.
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<p>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/fuck_you/fuck_you.05.8.cover.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/fuck_you/fuck_you.05.8.cover.200.jpg" alt="Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts / Number 5, Volume 8 / Cover" title="Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts / Number 5, Volume 8" width="200" height="267" border="0" /></a>After I bought it, I scanned the covers and then packed the battered corpse into an archival coffin &#8212; where it lay until now. I was sitting this weekend in the pre-dawn, smoking and waiting for the sun to come up, when it came to me out of the fog: Why the hell haven&#8217;t I scanned the rest of the issue, warts and all? Reading as I scanned it, I am really glad I finally woke up. Like a fresh, young starlet turned barfly, glimpses of past glory flash from the opened face of the Mad Motherfucker despite years of abuse. The issue remains, even in this damaged and incomplete state, a truly magnificent example of mimeo publication. Over the years I have read quite a bit of Fuck You Press&#8217; output, and I&#8217;ll be the first to admit it is equal parts good, bad and ugly. Nevertheless, above and beyond all else, what stands out are the paratexts: the editorial comments, the notes on contributors, the bibliographic asides, the glyph work and illustration. This stuff, the lifeblood of Fuck You Press, is pure Ed Sanders genius. So feed your head on this glorious mess of a magazine.
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<p>
What is painfully obvious to me is that a complete reprint of Fuck You magazine is sorely needed. Clearly, the time is ripe. The <a href="bibliographic-bunker/fuck-you-press-archive/">Fuck You Press Archive</a> has proven to be one of the top eyeball catchers on RealityStudio, second only to the <a href="biography/william-s-burroughs-and-kurt-cobain-a-dossier/">Kurt Cobain / William Burroughs dossier</a>. The publication of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/3037640855/supervert-20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">In Numbers</a> and an upcoming <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0262015196/supervert-20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">MIT press book on artists&#8217; magazines</a> highlights the fact that interest is there and growing. I look forward to what seems to be an onslaught of critical work on little magazines and the Mimeo Revolution, but, let me tell you, reading about Fuck You is not enough. People need to get access to the magazine itself. Here is a taste. You&#8217;ll be hooked.  
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<p>
On a complete reprint, the question remains: How to do it? The Internet is one option, an option that RealityStudio has fully explored with Jeff Nuttall&#8217;s <a href="bibliographic-bunker/my-own-mag/">My Own Mag</a>, C Press&#8217;s <a href="bibliographic-bunker/time/">Time</a>, several of <a href="bibliographic-bunker/charles-plymell-and-now/">Charlie Plymell&#8217;s publications</a>, and individual issues of a handful of important little magazines. I love this approach because of its populist nature. It is an open buffet for people to graze as they see fit. But I cannot help but wonder if the prestige of print would have shown My Own Mag, in particular, to greater effect. A hardcover edition forces critics and scholars to comment on its existence and get a discussion going, which personally I desire for this neglected masterwork. To me, it is one of the highpoints of William Burroughs&#8217; career and, of course, the Mimeo Revolution generally. Why I don&#8217;t feel that it is enough simply to admire it, I have not fully gotten to the bottom of. But I feel compelled to push this intoxicating publication on everybody. For those who are not interested, in the words of Nancy Reagan, &#8220;Just say no,&#8221; but I can only say it will make you feel good.
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<p>
So I wonder, even as we hear daily of the death of print, if hard copy is not the way to go for little magazine reprints. For me, the prototype for such a reprint is the <a href="http://www.mcgilvery.com/shop/mcgilvery/72401.html" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Laurence McGilvery publication</a> of <a href="bibliographic-bunker/floating-bear-archive/">Floating Bear</a> from 1973: a full reprint, an introduction, a complete index of each issue, and footnotes full of information on the contributors and their contributions.  Obviously, I would love to see this for Fuck You &#8212; Ted Berrigan&#8217;s <a href="bibliographic-bunker/c-press-archive/">C: A Journal of the Arts</a> also comes immediately to mind as a little magazine desperately in need of a serious reprint &#8212; but I would cream my jeans to see a complete version of Jack Spicer&#8217;s J or, even better, Dan Saxon&#8217;s Le Metro and Les Deux Magots mimeos, as these magazines are close to impossible to assemble on the rare book market. This is not just a question of finances; they are, quite simply, not available. Single issues of these magazines are few and far between, and full runs just do not exist, even in institutions. An institution such NYU, Columbia, or the New York Public Library, just to name those in New York City, would have to step up and offer their magazines for scanning. Not an unreasonable request in my opinion and one that would bring attention to the library&#8217;s special collections and their educational value.
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<p>
Let&#8217;s move on to the question of who would scan such rarities. A quick look through the news will tell you that public and university libraries are in deep trouble. They cannot adequately preserve their holdings let alone promote and utilize them. I do not know if the project would be profitable for a commercial publisher. There is always the university and academic press, but I would not mind going back to the Floating Bear reprint as a model. I would like to see a return of the rare bookseller as publisher. Once upon a time, booksellers did not just sell books; they printed them. The Wilentz Brothers&#8217; <a href="bibliographic-bunker/eighth-street-bookshop/">8th Street Bookshop</a> and their Corinth Books are my favorite example with chapbooks by Leroi Jones, Jack Kerouac, Philip Whalen, Frank O&#8217;Hara, and others. As the McGilvery Floating Bear shows, bookstores also printed reference books. For the past four or five years, I have heard rumblings from various booksellers about issuing a chapbook of some sort or another. Nothing has been released yet, but the interest is there.
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<p>
What if NYU or UCONN gave <a href="bibliographic-bunker/bunker-interviews/interview-with-book-dealer-dan-gregory/">Dan Gregory</a> of <a href="http://www.betweenthecovers.com/btc" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Between the Covers</a> access to a complete run of Fuck You to photograph? What if the institution or Sanders threw in mock-ups and stencils of the issues? Let&#8217;s go crazy and add correspondence related to the magazine&#8217;s day-to-day operations, distribution, and reception. Bear with me as I go even further: What if Ed Sanders wrote a lengthy introduction and provided bibliographic and biographic details on the contents and contributors of each issue? What if there were essays on all aspects of the magazine &#8212; the mimeograph machines used to print it; how the technology, the ink, and the paper all influenced the design of the magazine; behind-the-scenes information on certain iconic contributions, like Auden&#8217;s gobblefest or Nelson Barr&#8217;s flowery prose and poems. What if&#8230;? Well, shit, that would be one Mad Motherfucker of a publication and I would buy it in a second. I can dream, can&#8217;t I? But for now, there is RealityStudio and a quickie version of the Mad Motherfucker issue. Coitus interruptus, for sure, but at least you can get your tip wet and your appetite for more whetted.
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Elise Cowan, Poem
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Elise Cowan, Poem
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />John Keys, &#8220;The Relationships&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Robert Kaye, Poem
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Robert Kaye, Poem
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Robert Kaye, Poem
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />John Francis Putnam, &#8220;Mythology&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />John Francis Putnam, &#8220;Freebie Peek at Remaindered Girlie Mags&#8221; and &#8220;All Saints Day&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Carol Berge, &#8220;Thank You&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Carol Berge, &#8220;Thank You&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Carol Berge, &#8220;Thank You&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Bill Fritsch, Poem
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Al Katzman, &#8220;Directions I&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Al Katzman, &#8220;The Bloodletting&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Gerard Malanga, &#8220;In the Pores of His Forehead the Hairline Had Weakened&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Gerard Malanga, &#8220;Some Thoughts on Jean Shrimpton&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Gerard Malanga, &#8220;Charles Olson Amid the White Trees&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Nancy Ellison, &#8220;That Which Comes into the World to Disturb Nothing Deserves Neither Respect Nor Patience&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Nancy Ellison, &#8220;That Which Comes into the World to Disturb Nothing Deserves Neither Respect Nor Patience&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Nelson Barr, &#8220;Guernica&#8221;
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<p><b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Notes on Contributors
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<b>Fuck You / A Magazine of the Arts</b> #5 Volume 8 <br />Notes on Contributors
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Written and scanned by Jed Birmingham. Published by RealityStudio on 7 March 2011.
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		<title>Archive of Charles Plymell&#8217;s The Last Times</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting The Last Times was an underground newspaper published in San Francisco in 1967 by poet and printer Charles Plymell. It contained works by William S. Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Charles Bukowski, Robert Crumb, Carl Weissner, Claude P&#233;lieu, Mary Beach, Antonin Artaud, and others. Issue...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker</h4>
<h3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</h3>
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<i>The Last Times</i> was an underground newspaper published in San Francisco in 1967 by poet and printer <a href="tag/charles-plymell/">Charles Plymell</a>. It contained works by William S. Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Charles Bukowski, Robert Crumb, Carl Weissner, Claude P&eacute;lieu, Mary Beach, Antonin Artaud, and others. Issue one has become collectible for the contribution by Crumb, printed just a few months before Zap Comix #1. At least two variants of the second issue were published.
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<p><b>Charles Plymell Holding <i>The Last Times</i></b> <br />Photograph by Guy B. Taken at Beyond Baroque in Venice, CA on 26 May 2011.
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<h2>The Last Times I</h2>
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />Collage by Charles Plymell
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />&#8220;Day the Records Went Up&#8221; by William S. Burroughs, photograph of Herbert Huncke
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />&#8220;Do It Yourself &#038; Dig It&#8221; by Claude P&eacute;lieu, interview with Buckminster Fuller, photo and text by Charles Plymell
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />&#8220;The Orion Dream Stuff&#8221; by Carl Weissner, &#8220;Introduction&#8221; by D.A. Levy, texts by Carl Solomon and Bob Kaufman
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />Text by Dennis Williams, drawing by Jeff Nuttall, poem by Roxie Powell, &#8220;Notes of a Dirty Old Man&#8221; by Charles Bukowski
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />&#8220;Television Baby Crawling toward that Death Chamber&#8221; by Allen Ginsberg
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />Conclusion of poem by Allen Ginsberg, text by Dave Harris
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />&#8220;Head Comix&#8221; by R. Crumb, collage by Jean-Jacques Lebel
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<p><b>The Last Times I</b> <br />Found photo
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<h2>The Last Times II (variant a)</h2>
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<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />&#8220;National Prestige&#8221; by Jeff Nuttall
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<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Poems by Charles Plymell and Philip Whalen
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2a.04.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2a.04.200.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="200" height="256" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2a.05.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2a.05.400.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="400" height="314" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Poems by Yvonne Bond and Alan Russo
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<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Drawing by Erin Matson (friend of Herbert Huncke)
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<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2a.mini-poster.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2a.mini-poster.200.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="200" height="276" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Mini-poster
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<h2>The Last Times II (variant b)</h2>
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.front.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.front.200.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="200" height="302" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.01.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.01.400.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="400" height="317" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Drawing by Erin Matson (friend of Herbert Huncke)
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.02.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.02.400.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="400" height="320" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />&#8220;National Prestige&#8221; by Jeff Nuttall, &#8220;Dominion&#8221; by Alan Russo
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.03.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.03.400.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="400" height="322" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Poem by Philip Whalen
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.04.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.04.200.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="200" height="248" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Centerfold by Bob Branaman
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.05.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.05.400.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="400" height="315" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Poem by Yvonne Bond
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.06.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.06.400.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="400" height="316" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> <br />Poem by Charles Plymell
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.07.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.07.400.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="400" height="318" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<a href="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.back.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/charles_plymell/last-times/the-last-times.2b.back.200.jpg" alt="Charles Plymell, Ed., The Last Times II" width="200" height="290" border="0" /></a></p>
<p><b>The Last Times II</b> 
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<div id="endnote">
Images provided by Guy B. Published by RealityStudio on 3 February 2011. Also see <a href="bibliographic-bunker/charles-plymell-and-now/">Charles Plymell and NOW</a>.
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		<title>UFO</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 21:06:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Allen Ginsberg]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Carl Weissner]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Claude Pelieu]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jorg Fauser]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jurgen Ploog]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[UFO was a little mag put out by Udo Breger and Expanded Media Editions. Edited by Breger, Carl Weissner, J&#252;rgen Ploog, and J&#246;rg Fauser, it published their work alongside other writers such as William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Claude P&#233;lieu, Mary Beach, Timothy Leary, et al. UFO 1 June 1971 UFO 2 October 1971 UFO 3...]]></description>
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<i>UFO</i> was a little mag put out by Udo Breger and Expanded Media Editions. Edited by Breger, Carl Weissner, J&uuml;rgen Ploog, and J&ouml;rg Fauser, it published their work alongside other writers such as William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Claude P&eacute;lieu, Mary Beach, Timothy Leary, et al.
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo.01.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo.01.200.jpg" alt="UFO 1" title="UFO 1, June 1971" width="200" height="279"></a></p>
<p><b>UFO</b> 1 <br /> June 1971
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo.02.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo.02.200.jpg" alt="UFO 1" title="UFO 2, October 1971" width="200" height="284"></a></p>
<p><b>UFO</b> 2 <br /> October 1971
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo.03.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo.03.200.jpg" alt="UFO 3" title="UFO 3, 1972" width="200" height="100"></a></p>
<p><b>UFO</b> 3 <br /> March 1972 (the first &#8220;audio magazine&#8221; in the world)
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/carl-weissner.ufo.03.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/carl-weissner.ufo.03.200.jpg" alt="Carl Weissner during the recording of UFO 3" title="Carl Weissner during the recording of UFO 3" width="200" height="274"></a></p>
<p><b>Carl Weissner during the recording of UFO 3</b> <br /> 1972
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo-poster.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/ufo-poster.200.jpg" alt="UFO Poster" title="UFO Poster" width="200" height="268"></a></p>
<p><b>UFO Poster</b> <br /> circa 1972 </p>
<p>Image courtesy of BigCrux
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<a href="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/magazin-ufo.creamcheese.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/carl_weissner/ufo/magazin-ufo.creamcheese.200.jpg" alt="Announcement for cut-up event involving UFO" title="Announcement for cut-up event involving UFO" width="200" height="181" border="0"></a></p>
<p><b>Magazin UFO: Cut-Up Environment</b><br />Announcement for a cut-up event sponsored by UFO Magazine.</p>
<p> Note: Though Weissner&#8217;s name is on the announcement, he claims not to have been in attendance &#8220;either because I was whacked out on something, or I dreaded the drive &#8212; on the most deadliest autobahn in western europe.&#8221;
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<div id="endnote">
Published by RealityStudio on 24 July 2009. Updated with new material in July 2010.
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		<title>Bulletin from Nothing (Issue 2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 00:28:57 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bob Kaufman]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Chano Pozo]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Charles Plymell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Claude Pelieu]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ed Sanders]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jean-Jacques Lebel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jeff Nuttall]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mary Beach]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Norman Mustill]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Peter Orlovsky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Roxie Powell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Texts by Burroughs]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[William Burroughs]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting Bulletin from Nothing 2Front cover Bulletin from Nothing 2Front Endpaper Bulletin from Nothing 2Front Endpaper Bulletin from Nothing 2William Burroughs Bulletin from Nothing 2William Burroughs Bulletin from Nothing 2William Burroughs Bulletin from Nothing 2William Burroughs Bulletin from Nothing 2Roxie Powell and Claude P&#233;lieu...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><H4>Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker</H4> <H3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</H3></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.front.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.front.200.jpg" width="200" height="260" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Front" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Front"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Front cover
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.endpaper-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.endpaper-1.200.jpg" width="200" height="272" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Endpaper 1" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Endpaper 1"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Front Endpaper
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.endpaper-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.endpaper-2.200.jpg" width="200" height="259" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Endpaper 2" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Endpaper 2"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Front Endpaper
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.01.burroughs.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.01.burroughs.200.jpg" width="200" height="264" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>William Burroughs
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.02.burroughs.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.02.burroughs.200.jpg" width="200" height="264" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>William Burroughs
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.03.burroughs.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.03.burroughs.200.jpg" width="200" height="266" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>William Burroughs
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.04.burroughs.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.04.burroughs.200.jpg" width="200" height="269" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, William Burroughs"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>William Burroughs
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.05.powellpelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.05.powellpelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="276" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Roxie Powell and Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Roxie Powell and Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Roxie Powell and Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.06.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.06.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="277" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.07.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.07.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="278" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.08.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.08.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="274" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.09.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.09.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="284" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.10.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.10.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="276" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.11.nuttall.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.11.nuttall.200.jpg" width="200" height="277" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Jeff Nuttall" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Jeff Nuttall"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Jeff Nuttall
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.12.nuttall.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.12.nuttall.200.jpg" width="200" height="279" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Jeff Nuttall" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Jeff Nuttall"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Jeff Nuttall
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<p><br clear="all"> </p>
<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.13.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.13.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="277" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.14.pozo.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.14.pozo.200.jpg" width="200" height="278" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Chano Pozo" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Chano Pozo"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Chano Pozo
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.15.lebel.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.15.lebel.200.jpg" width="200" height="275" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Jean-Jacques Lebel" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Jean-Jacques Lebel"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Jean-Jacques Lebel
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<p><br clear="all"> </p>
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.16.kaufman.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.16.kaufman.200.jpg" width="200" height="279" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Bob Kaufman" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Bob Kaufman"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Bob Kaufman
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.17.plymell.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.17.plymell.200.jpg" width="200" height="270" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Charles Plymell" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Charles Plymell"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Charles Plymell
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.18.mustill.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.18.mustill.200.jpg" width="200" height="270" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Norman O Mustill" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Norman O Mustill"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Norman O Mustill
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.19.mustill.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.19.mustill.200.jpg" width="200" height="270" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Norman O Mustill" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Norman O Mustill"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Norman O Mustill
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.20.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.20.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="262" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.21.sandersorlovskypozo.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.21.sandersorlovskypozo.200.jpg" width="200" height="267" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Ed Sanders and Peter Orlovsky" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Ed Sanders and Peter Orlovsky"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Ed Sanders and Peter Orlovsky
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.22.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.22.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="270" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.23.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.23.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="265" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Claude P&eacute;lieu
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.24.plymell.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.24.plymell.200.jpg" width="200" height="265" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Charles Plymell" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Charles Plymell"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Charles Plymell
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<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.25.beach.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.25.beach.200.jpg" width="200" height="269" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Mary Beach" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Mary Beach"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Mary Beach
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.26.beach.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.26.beach.200.jpg" width="200" height="268" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Mary Beach" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Mary Beach"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Mary Beach
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.back.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.back.200.jpg" width="200" height="267" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Back Cover" title="Bulletin from Nothing 2, Back Cover"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 2<BR>Back Cover
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Written by Jed Birmingham and published by RealityStudio on 26 August 2009.
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		<title>Bulletin from Nothing (Issue 1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 18:51:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting Bulletin from Nothing 1Front cover Bulletin from Nothing 1Endpaper Bulletin from Nothing 1Claude Pelieu Bulletin from Nothing 1Claude Pelieu Bulletin from Nothing 1Claude Pelieu Bulletin from Nothing 1Mary Beach Bulletin from Nothing 1Claude Pelieu Bulletin from Nothing 1Claude Pelieu Bulletin from Nothing 1Jeff...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><H4>Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker</H4> <H3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</H3></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.front.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.front.200.jpg" width="200" height="259" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Front" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Front"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Front cover
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.endpaper.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.endpaper.200.jpg" width="200" height="259" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Endpaper" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Endpaper"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Endpaper
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.01.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.01.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="260" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Claude Pelieu
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.03.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.03.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="262" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Claude Pelieu
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.04.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.04.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="262" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Claude Pelieu
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.05.beach.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.05.beach.200.jpg" width="200" height="262" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Mary Beach" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Mary Beach"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Mary Beach
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.06.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.06.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="262" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Claude Pelieu
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.07.pelieu.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.07.pelieu.200.jpg" width="200" height="262" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Claude Pelieu"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Claude Pelieu
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.08.nuttall.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.08.nuttall.200.jpg" width="200" height="260" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Jeff Nuttall" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Jeff Nuttall"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Jeff Nuttall
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.09.artaud.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.09.artaud.200.jpg" width="200" height="261" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Antonin Artaud" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Antonin Artaud"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Antonin Artaud
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.10.artaud.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.10.artaud.200.jpg" width="200" height="261" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Antonin Artaud" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Antonin Artaud"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Antonin Artaud
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<p><!-- ITEM --></p>
<div>
<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.11.burroughs.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.11.burroughs.200.jpg" width="200" height="263" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, William S. Burroughs" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, William S. Burroughs"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>William S. Burroughs
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.12.burroughs.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.12.burroughs.200.jpg" width="200" height="265" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, William S. Burroughs" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, William S. Burroughs"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>William S. Burroughs
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.13.plymell.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.13.plymell.200.jpg" width="200" height="267" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Charles Plymell" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Charles Plymell"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Charles Plymell
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.14.powell.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.14.powell.200.jpg" width="200" height="263" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Roxie Powell" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Roxie Powell"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Roxie Powell
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.15.peret.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.15.peret.200.jpg" width="200" height="266" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Benjamin Peret" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Benjamin Peret"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Benjamin Peret
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.16.peret.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.16.peret.200.jpg" width="200" height="275" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, B enjamin Peret" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, B enjamin Peret"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Benjamin Peret
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.17.sanders.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.17.sanders.200.jpg" width="200" height="267" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Ed Sanders" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Ed Sanders"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Ed Sanders
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.18.ferlinghetti.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.18.ferlinghetti.200.jpg" width="200" height="264" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Lawrence Ferlinghetti" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Lawrence Ferlinghetti"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.19.kaufman.jpg" target="_blank"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.19.kaufman.200.jpg" width="200" height="264" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0" alt="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Bob Kaufman" title="Bulletin from Nothing 1, Bob Kaufman"></a></p>
<p><b>Bulletin from Nothing</b> 1<BR>Bob Kaufman
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Written by Jed Birmingham and published by RealityStudio on 26 August 2009.
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					<description><![CDATA[Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting None of us obsessed with William Burroughs are fascinated by the same writer. Like the agent / addict&#8217;s face in Philip K. Dick&#8217;s A Scanner Darkly, our impressions of Burroughs are constantly in flux. When I first fell under Burroughs&#8217; spell, I wanted...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker</h4>
<h3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</h3>
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None of us obsessed with William Burroughs are fascinated by the same writer. Like the agent / addict&#8217;s face in Philip K. Dick&#8217;s <i>A Scanner Darkly,</i> our impressions of Burroughs are constantly in flux. When I first fell under Burroughs&#8217; spell, I wanted to learn everything I could about the events surrounding the composition of <i>Naked Lunch.</i> Burroughs was <i>Naked Lunch.</i> The key period was 1954-1959. Tangier, Dr. Dent, the Beat Hotel, <i>Chicago Review</i> and <i>Big Table,</i> the letters to Ginsberg. It was there that I focused my attention.  
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<a href="images/biography/burroughs-at-beat-hotel.life-mag.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/biography/burroughs-at-beat-hotel.life-mag.200.jpg" alt="William Burroughs in his room at the Beat Hotel, Life Magazine" title="William Burroughs in his room at the Beat Hotel, Life Magazine" width="200" height="298" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0"></a>As time goes on, I find myself re-reading the &#8220;Burroughs at Large&#8221; chapter in Ted Morgan&#8217;s <i>Literary Outlaw.</i> I want to learn more about Burroughs&#8217; time in the Beat Hotel during the writing of <a href="tag/soft-machine/">Soft Machine</a> and <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/the-ticket-that-exploded/">The Ticket That Exploded</a>. The years that matter are now 1962-1966. Increasingly, it seems to me that this is Burroughs at the height of his powers. The creative output is considerable: <i>The Ticket That Exploded,</i> <a href="tag/dead-fingers-talk/">Dead Fingers Talk</a>, <a href="tag/nova-express/">Nova Express</a>, <a href="bibliographic-bunker/apo-33/">APO-33</a>, <a href="tag/time/">Time</a>, the <a href="bibliographic-bunker/my-own-mag/">My Own Mag</a> collaboration, the sound collages collected in <i>Real English Tea Made Here,</i> experimental films, the <a href="tag/third-mind/">Third Mind</a> project, countless little magazine appearances.  
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It could be argued that this was also Burroughs at the height of his influence. For example, he helped launch a revival in science fiction. With <i>Naked Lunch</i> and the cut-up novels, Burroughs was understood to be at the forefront of experimental writing. He was featured in the Donald Allen and Robert Creeley <i>New American Story</i> anthology, which attempted to map the landscape of new fiction just as the <i>New American Poetry</i> anthology did for verse. In Tangier, Paris, and New York, literary scenes revolved around Burroughs. For example, during his time in New York City in 1964/1965, the New York avant-garde celebrated Burroughs for almost a year with parties, readings, and little magazine attention. Key Lower East Side players like <a href="tag/ted-berrigan/">Ted Berrigan</a> and <a href="tag/ed-sanders/">Ed Sanders</a> incorporated Burroughs into their creative operations. Avant-garde film may have been the most vibrant art form of the 1960s, and films, like <i>Towers Open Fire,</i> placed Burroughs&#8217; name and work in discussions on the topic. From 1962-1966, Burroughs&#8217; presence was felt throughout the Western world in the realms of literature, art, and film.  
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Maybe that is why I am so drawn to Burroughs&#8217; little magazine appearances of this period. If I had to list my Mount Rushmore of little magazines, it would include: <a href="bibliographic-bunker/semina-culture/">Semina</a> (1957-1964), <i>My Own Mag</i> (1963-1966), <a href="bibliographic-bunker/fuck-you-press-archive/">Fuck You, a magazine of the arts</a> (1962-1965), and <a href="tag/floating-bear/">Floating Bear</a> (1962-1969). <i>Semina</i> is widely understood to be a work of art, but I consider the three mimeos on that level. They should be approached in the same manner as other artists&#8217; books of the period. To me, <i>My Own Mag</i> is the most interesting thing Burroughs did in the 1960s. But I have lost all objectivity. I can no longer look at these magazines with a clear head and a steady eye. Handling them, my palms sweat, my head spins.
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.front.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/1/bulletin-from-nothing-01.front.200.jpg" alt="Bulletin from Nothing, Issue 1, Front Cover" title="Bulletin from Nothing, Issue 1, Front Cover" width="200" height="259" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0"></a>Take <i><i>Bulletin from Nothing</i>.</i> How do I explain my strong feelings for something as seemingly irrelevant as a publication that maybe only a few hundred people read and that ran for two only issues? Let me try to explain myself.
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Burroughs appears in both issues of <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i>. In the first issue, Burroughs contributes &#8220;Composite Text.&#8221; Issue two features &#8220;Palm Sunday Tape.&#8221; To be honest, these are not my favorite cut-ups from the period. <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/the-dead-star/">The Dead Star</a>, <i>APO-33,</i> and <i>Time</i> are not only longer and more complex but I think ultimately more successful. Maybe it is the merging of text and image in these cut-ups that appeal so strongly to me. I also like that <i>Dead Star, APO-33</i> and <i>Time</i> have a central theme that Burroughs works on multiple levels. In all three cases, Burroughs detourns the very texts from which he is getting his material while challenging various forms of commercial and corporate media. &#8220;Composite Text&#8221; and &#8220;Palm Sunday Tape&#8221; are much more modest in form and content.
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/city_lights_journal/city_lights_journal.3.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/city_lights_journal/city_lights_journal.3.200.jpg" alt="City Lights Journal, Issue 3" title="City Lights Journal, Issue 3" width="200" height="295" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0"></a>So my love of <i><i>Bulletin from Nothing</i></i> does not stem from Burroughs&#8217; contributions to the magazine. Instead, its power comes from the company Burroughs keeps and the associations I make from the grouping. It is interesting to me that Burroughs appears with <a href="tag/charles-plymell/">Charley Plymell</a>, <a href="tag/claude-pelieu/">Claude P&eacute;lieu</a>, Mary Beach, Norman O. Mustill, <a href="tag/jeff-nuttall/">Jeff Nuttall</a>, J.J. Lebel, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and Bob Kaufman. <i><i>Bulletin from Nothing</i></i> is a time capsule from San Francisco circa 1965. I cannot help but think of that famous shot of Ferlinghetti, Ginsberg, Welch, McClure, Brautigan, and others in front of City Lights taken by Larry Keenan (see the cover of <i>City Lights Journal</i> 3). Like that iconic photo, <i><i>Bulletin from Nothing</i></i> provides a snapshot of the scene around City Lights. Beach and P&eacute;lieu distributed many of their publications with the assistance of City Lights and were associated with the bookstore. <a href="tag/jan-herman/">Jan Herman</a>, who was Ferlinghetti&#8217;s assistant in the late 1960s, told me that City Lights used a large Midwest offset printer (Edwards Bros.) for City Lights publications. Previously, City Lights sent their books, like <i>Howl,</i> to Villiers in England. The Edwards&#8217; printing rep offered to produce all of Herman&#8217;s side projects through an industrial printer in Richmond,CA. That is how Herman got his <a href="bibliographic-bunker/jan-herman-and-william-s-burroughs/">Nova Broadcasts</a> published.  City Lights distributed the Nova Broadcast books. In the mid to the late 1960s, City Lights was one of the home bases for the San Francisco little magazine scene.
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Plymell did the actual printing of <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> on a large press at Ralph Ackerman&#8217;s shop on Mission Street in San Francisco. <i>APO-33</i> (Beach Books) and <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/so-who-owns-death-tv/">So Who Owns Death TV</a> (the first printing with the silver ink on black stock) were printed by Plymell. Plymell also printed Herman&#8217;s <i>San Francisco Earthquake</i> No. 1 on an offset machine. I have written about Plymell as a publisher before in discussing <a href="bibliographic-bunker/charles-plymell-and-now/">NOW</a>, another incredible artifact of the San Francisco Scene of the mid-1960 and very similar to <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> in content. By no means was Plymell a fine printer like Andrew Hoyem of Arion Press who came out of Dave Haselwood&#8217;s Auerhahn Press, but he does have a definite sense of graphic design that I find very appealling. <i>NOW NOW NOW</i> defintely stands out among SF little mags. <i>Bulletin</i> was not a mimeo job. Reproducing the collages was beyond the capability of mimeo. In fact, Plymell never printed on a mimeograph although he was a key publisher in the rather nebulous and ill-defined Mimeo Revolution.  
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<i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> appeals to me as an object. I like that it is oversize, yet short and to the point. In contrast, I love the content of <i>Black Mountain Review,</i> but it is presented in a boring academic journal fashion. Most of my favorite magazines are 8 1/2 by 11 or larger (A-4 or legal). I dislike the professional look of perfect-bound magazines and prefer staples. The &#8220;bindings&#8221; of <i>Fuck You, My Own Mag,</i> or <a href="bibliographic-bunker/c-press-archive/">C</a> are my favorite, even if they are completely impractical and unstable. Three quick hits on the left hand side with an industrial stapler. Stacks of sheets strewn all over an apartment or bookstore filled with cigarette and pot smoke. The community of collating parties.  The staple binding of <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> is more practical and creates a panorama effect. This is typical of Plymell&#8217;s magazine work. He has an affinity for offset and the fold. The page really opens out and spreads before you. Lots of space. This is great for open form poetry. I like big margins and blank space. Is anything more beautiful than the big pages of The Jargon Society&#8217;s <i>Maximus Poems?</i> Such pages give the feel of a canvas or a gallery wall which works for the collages featured in <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i>. Plus they are easy to scan.
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/chicago_review/chicago_review.ten_sf_poets.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/chicago_review/chicago_review.ten_sf_poets.200.jpg" alt="Chicago Review, Spring 1958" title="Chicago Review, Spring 1958" width="200" height="297" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0"></a>Flipping through <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i>, the <i>Chicago Review</i> from the Spring of 1958 immediately comes to mind. In that issue, Burroughs was listed as a San Francisco Poet. At the time, Burroughs had never been to San Francisco and his work had nothing in common with Renaissance poets like Jack Spicer, Robert Duncan, or William Everson. Like that game on Sesame Street, Burroughs was not like the others and he did not belong. He stood apart. Nobody was doing what he was doing. He was a freak. Yet in the pages of <i>Bulletin from Nothing,</i> Burroughs fits in. In less than a decade Burroughs had become a writer of reputation and influence. He was at the forefront of a style of writing and he had followers. Even if he was not there in person, Burroughs had made himself a home in the experimental literary scene in San Francisco.      
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Yet the <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> also takes me further back in time to Paris, New York and Berlin / Cologne immediately after World War I. <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> wears its love of Dada on its sleeve and in its title. Dada is a nonsense word that in German means anything from hobbyhorse to nothing at all. Francis Picabia stated in 1915, &#8220;Dada signifies nothing, it is nothing, nothing, nothing.&#8221; Over the years there have been several publications called &#8220;bulletin&#8221; such as the <i>International Bulletin of Surrealism</i> published in 1935, as well as the obscure, and close to my heart, <i>Birmingham Bulletin</i> that featured Burroughs&#8217; &#8220;Unfinished Cigarette&#8221; in 1963. Yet the &#8220;bulletin&#8221; in question here might refer to two specific Dada publications. <i>Bulletin D,</i> an exhibition catalog as magazine was edited by Max Ernst. <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> functions in a similar manner. Issue six of <i>Dada</i> was entitled <i>Bulletin Dada.</i> P&eacute;lieu and Beach&#8217;s magazine plays with that title. The collage cover provides a further reference to <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i>&#8216;s Dada roots. The ransom note look comes from Dada collage and the roulette wheel references Duchamp&#8217;s <a href="http://www.moma.org/collection/browse_results.php?object_id=32984" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Monte Carlo Bond</a> from 1924, which was reprinted in the Christmas issue of <i>Xxe Si&egrave;cle</i> in 1938.
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I like <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> because it provides material documentation of Burroughs&#8217; ties to Dada. Cut-up practitioners like P&eacute;lieu were inspired by Burroughs but they were also cognizant of the cut-up&#8217;s origins in Dada. Burroughs and Gysin make these origins clear in their various manifestos and interviews on the cut-up. In fact, much of Burroughs&#8217; work in the mid-1960s links back to Dada. Sound collages, scrapbooks, cut-up poems and texts all formed a major part of Dada art production. In 1958, Ginsberg and Corso met Tristan Tzara at the Deux Magots. Throughout his life, Ginsberg made an effort to meet his literary idols. He famously sat at Ezra Pound&#8217;s feet in Italy in the late 1960s thrusting the work of younger poets under the silent Pound&#8217;s nose and forcing him to listen to Dylan and the Beatles. Meeting Tzara at Deux Magots conjures up a host of literary allusions and connections. Dada, Lost Generation, Existentialists. Ginsberg would have been relished all of them. Burroughs and Ginsberg met up with C&eacute;line. Around the same time, Burroughs, Ginsberg and Corso met Duchamp and Man Ray. Lebel set up the meeting which was also attended by Andr&eacute; Breton&#8217;s wife (Breton himself was sick). For Ginsberg, Duchamp was an legendary figure, like a movie star. Burroughs no doubt knew of Duchamp. Ian Sommerville had a homage (consciously or not is open for debate) to <a href="http://www.moma.org/collection/browse_results.php?object_id=81631" target="_blank" rel="noopener">The Bicycle Wheel</a> in his room at the Beat Hotel and the sculpture is featured in several photographs of the period. So the figure of Duchamp in a small sense was a ghost in the Hotel.  At Lebel&#8217;s party, Ginsberg kissed Duchamp&#8217;s feet in a camp show of admiration and respect. In an act of Dada, Corso cut off Duchamp&#8217;s tie. Ginsberg encouraged Duchamp to bless Burroughs with a kiss. Duchamp obliged. It was a passing of the torch. Duchamp could be considered el hombre invisible of the Dada scene. Burroughs was the Beats&#8217; Duchamp. Mysterious, fascinating, aloof, cerebral, scientific. Artist as chess master. Art Buchwald wrote up the event for the Herald Tribune. Unlike some people I consider the label <i>Beat</i> to be important. Burroughs is a Beat, but that does not mean I do not also consider him a member of other groupings. Burroughs&#8217; presence in <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> reminds me that Burroughs was a Neo-Dadaist as well.  
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.front.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/bulletin_from_nothing/2/bulletin-from-nothing-02.front.200.jpg" alt="Bulletin from Nothing, Issue 2, Front Cover" title="Bulletin from Nothing, Issue 2, Front Cover" width="200" height="260" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0"></a>A crazed Burt Lancaster graces the cover of <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> 2. This cover has a Pop Art feel. Taking the cover of issue one into consideration this is not surprising. In the early 1960s when coming to terms with the beginnings of Pop and struggling with how to place and define it, art critics called Pop, Neo-Dada. Artists like Warhol were viewed as warmed-over Duchamp. Interestingly Duchamp exploded back on the art scene in 1963 with his first retrospective showcased at the Pasadena Art Museum. Curated by Walter Hopps, this is one of the most famous and influential retrospectives of the twentieth century and a key moment in modern museum history. For a brief period in the early 1960s, Los Angeles made a play to become the center of American art.  So it makes sense that Warhol&#8217;s big break came in Los Angeles in the summer of 1962. A one-man show at the Ferus Gallery, also put together by Hopps, featured a room full of Campbell&#8217;s Soup Cans. The show closed shortly after the death of Marilyn Monroe, which inspired the Pop Marilyns. Warhol&#8217;s transition from commercial artist to artistic genius was assured. He never looked back. The Hollywood glitz and glamour, the seediness of Kenneth Anger&#8217;s Hollywood Babylon, the sense of superficiality and the unreal. Los Angeles was tailor-made and ready for Warhol. P&eacute;lieu was interested in Pop so that influence is there in Bulletin.
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If LA had the Ferus, SF had The Batman Gallery. Charles Plymell had a show of collages at the Batman in 1963. <a href="tag/wallace-berman/">Wallace Berman</a> was a key figure. He famously fled LA, that City of Degenerate Angels, to set up shop in San Francisco. <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> has that junk art, mail art, assemblage feel to it, but whether it is there or not, I always see Fluxus when I turn its pages. Let me be clear, Fluxus had not arrived in SF by 1965, but like Pop, Fluxus was recycled Dada. Fluxus merged Man Ray with Marshall McLuhan. It took Dada into the electronic age and got it wired up. Unlike many people I love leftovers. In my artistic and literary tastes, I often find myself picking through the cultural refrigerator gnawing on last night&#8217;s turkey leg. Fluxus is much to my taste. I like its belatedness, its warmed-over quality. Stripped of the wide-eyed innocence that accompanies a new artistic or literary discovery, they are decadent movements, full of irony and self-knowledge. Yet in an effort to appear new, Fluxus artists have a frenetic energy and humor, which I find contagious.  Like a gumbo that has been sitting around for a while, the flavors and themes get more pronounced. I would like to say more complex, but on the flipside, maybe they just get more obvious. More Cagean than Cage. More Duchampian than Duchamp. I cannot help but &#8220;get&#8221; Fluxus because it is so in-your-face. Fluxus has no shame.
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Maybe that is not exactly true. For example, the cut-up has this same sense of belatedness. Gysin made a re-discovery, not a leap forward in artistic creation. Yet I have found Burroughs&#8217; cut-up texts not just tough to read but tough to get my mind around. While most people highlight the cut-up&#8217;s ties to Dada, I have recently been interested in linking Burroughs and the cut-up to Fluxus and related groupings. In the pages of <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i>, Norman O. Mustill, Claude P&eacute;lieu, J.J. Lebel, and Mary Beach were all on the fringes of Fluxus, if not fellow travelers.
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<a href="images/records/call_me_burroughs.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/records/call_me_burroughs.200.jpg" alt="William S. Burroughs, Call Me Burroughs, LP" title="William S. Burroughs, Call Me Burroughs, LP" width="200" height="200" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0"></a>Burroughs&#8217; connections to Fluxus, if you dig around, are definitely there. Paris in the mid-1960s is a good place to look. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmett_Williams" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Emmett Williams</a> provided the liner notes for Burroughs&#8217; first spoken word LP, <i>Call Me Burroughs.</i> The album was produced at and recorded in the English Bookshop run by Ga&icirc;t Frog&eacute;. Williams, a concrete poet, was a major force in Fluxus. <i>Call Me Burroughs</i> is pretty straightforward spoken word, but the sound collages Burroughs was creating at that time (1965) and that are collected in <i>Real English Tea Made Here</i> and elsewhere are truly Fluxus in spirit.  
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Briefly in Paris, Burroughs was on the fringes of Fluxus. The link is clearly Brion Gysin. Gysin was a founding member of Domaine Po&eacute;tique along with Williams, Bernard Heidsieck and Henri Chopin. This group paralleled and overlapped with Fluxus. As Barry Miles make clear, both groups were interested in &#8220;concrete poetry, electronic music, po&eacute;sie sonore, machine poetry, happenings and performance art.&#8221; George Maciunas, the leading voice of Fluxus, was familiar with Gysin&#8217;s work and attended Gysin&#8217;s performances. Gysin and Ian Sommerville put on Happenings of their own that included sound recordings, slide projections, and readings.  For a period in the 1960s the readings of Burroughs were in fact Happenings. His St. Valentine&#8217;s Day Reading of 1965 with its mixture of props, spoken word, and tape recordings is a good example. Burroughs&#8217; artistic concerns of the 1960s were the same as Domaine Po&eacute;tique and Fluxus and on occasion he entered their circle. On May 18, 21, and 22 at the Centre Americain des Artistes at 261 Blvd Raspail, the largest Domaine Po&eacute;tique event occurred. Gysin, Francois Dufrene, Robert Filliou, Emmitt Williams, Bernard Heidsieck and others participated. Burroughs&#8217; work was included in the performance. In 1965, Burroughs performed in a multimedia experiment with Brion Gysin at the ICA. Domain Po&eacute;tique, the Lettrists, Fluxus. In the 1960s Burroughs was actively engaged in exploring the same creative terrain as these groups and in some cases he actively participated with them.
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About a year ago I was able to buy the two-volume set of <i>Colloque de Tanger</i> published by Christian Bourgois in 1976. These volumes collected the texts from the conference held in September 1975 in Geneva. Unfortunately they are published in French so I cannot read them. There is precious little information in English on the <i>Colloque de Tanger.</i> It is not mentioned in the index of the two Burroughs biographies. It is briefly mentioned in <i>Ports of Entry,</i> but by and large it has been overlooked. The conference was a celebration of the collaboration of Burroughs and Gysin, and to me, it is far more interesting and important than the Nova Convention of 1978. On one level, I bought the collection because one volume is inscribed by Burroughs to bookseller Burt Britton. Yet the other is inscribed by Bernard Heidsieck to Dick Higgins and has proven over time to be far more interesting to me. Heidsieck, like Burroughs, was a man with familial links to wealth and privilege. You have probably had a sip of Piper Heidsieck champagne. Heidsieck was intoxicated by experimental art and literature and became an important figure in the European avant-garde, particularly in the area of sound poetry. Higgins was a major Fluxus figure who operated Something Else Press. The output of Something Else is impressive and his press is one of the finest of the Mimeo Revolution period from 1945-1980. Something Else published Brion Gysin in 1973, which featured texts by Burroughs. Jan Herman edited the volume. He was SEP&#8217;s chief editor at the time, having succeeded Emmett Williams. The presence of Burroughs in the Something Else backlist demonstrates Burroughs&#8217; overlapping interests with Fluxus.
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The publishing career of Jan Herman performs a similar service. <i>San Francisco Earthquake</i> and the Nova Broadcasts join Burroughs&#8217; work with Fluxus directly. Wolf Vostell (<i>Miss Vietnam</i>) and Dick Higgins (<i>A Book about Love and War and Death</i>) appear in the Nova Broadcast Series, which also featured Burroughs&#8217; <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/the-dead-star/">The Dead Star</a>. The Nova Broadcast imprint also published Alison Knowles&#8217; <i>The Journal of the Identical Lunch</i> and Ferdinand Kriwet&#8217;s <i>Publit.</i> Nowhere is the Fluxus spirit of Burroughs&#8217; work more clear than in the scarce Fifth Volume of SF Earthquake: <i>VDRSVP.</i> Burroughs appears alongside Fluxus artists&#8217; Alison Knowles and Wolf Vostell. Yet more importantly this issue of the magazine epitomizes Fluxus&#8217; interest in experimenting with mass media forms and turning them to creatively and politically radical ends. <i>VDRSVP</i> is a magazine in a poster format and thus does away with the codex. Burroughs contributed &#8220;The Moving Times.&#8221; Burroughs&#8217; <i>Third Mind</i> experiments and his more advanced cut-up scrapbooks and newspaper pieces similarly challenged and detourned mass media material. <i>The Dead Star</i> is a case in point.  
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<a href="images/covers/colloque_de_tanger/william-burroughs.colloque-de-tanger.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/covers/colloque_de_tanger/william-burroughs.colloque-de-tanger.200.jpg" alt="William Burroughs and Brion Gysin, Colloque de Tangers" title="William Burroughs and Brion Gysin, Colloque de Tangers" width="200" height="248" hspace="4" vspace="4" border="0"></a>The <i>Colloque de Tanger</i> celebrated these aspects of Burroughs&#8217; creative career. Work that involved close collaboration with Gysin. Heidsieck signed my copy of Volume Two on page 161 in the middle of his recollection. On that page, Heidsieck circled a passage that mentions the Domaine Po&eacute;tique events at the Centre Americain des Artistes at 261 Blvd Raspail from 1962. This is the very venue that Burroughs was a part of with Gysin. Higgins and Heidsieck shared an interest in sound poetry. Burroughs&#8217; reading at this venue fits in here as well. The CD <i>Real English Tea Made Here </i>(recorded in the 1965-1966 timeframe) and Burroughs&#8217; readings / Happenings highlight his interest in sound poetry and sound experiments. So even though I cannot read the volume or the inscription, both highlight for me Burroughs&#8217; personal and creative relationship to Fluxus and related movements. An artistic involvement that gets lost in the shuffle, but is in fact a key aspect of what I find the most interesting and influential period of Burroughs&#8217; career. 
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 <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> does the same thing. The two issues whisk you away to Paris, San Francisco, New York and Berlin ranging in time from just after World War I to the dawn of the Summer of Love. All the great little magazines are paper time machines that transport the reader backwards (and in some cases forwards) in time, throughout space, and across geographies. They function as very ports of entry and points of intersection that Burroughs sought to document and to create with his cut-ups. In each little magazine there is a different William Burroughs and maybe that is why I find him so fascinating. He is like a drop of mercury that refuses to be pinned down. Always one step beyond you, Burroughs eludes your attempts to grasp him. The quest to completely understand Burroughs and his work is doomed to failure but the resulting infinite possibilities, meanings, and applications reward you for the effort.     
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Come explore <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> for yourself. The complete run is now on RealityStudio including the elusive <i>Bulletin from Nothing</i> flyer sometimes described as Issue 3.  
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					<description><![CDATA[Reports from the Bibliographic Bunker Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting In 1963, the Times Literary Supplement announced the arrival of Dead Fingers Talk with a cry of Ugh! Later that year, Burroughs received the first issue of My Own Mag and responded with a resounding, Yes! In Jeff Nuttall, Burroughs found a fellow...]]></description>
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<h3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</h3>
<p>In 1963, the <i>Times Literary Supplement</i> announced the arrival of <i>Dead Fingers Talk</i> with a cry of Ugh! Later that year, Burroughs received the first issue of <i>My Own Mag</i> and responded with a resounding, Yes! In Jeff Nuttall, Burroughs found a fellow traveler who delighted in tweaking the noses of the establishment. For the next two years, they created some of the most interesting work of the mimeo revolution.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.03.01.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.03.01.200.jpg" width="200" height="320" border="0" alt="MOM 3" title="My Own Mag, Issue 3, Cover"></a>Here on RealityStudio, I have attempted to cobble together a <a href="bibliographic-bunker/my-own-mag/">history of My Own Mag</a> with bibliographies, chronologies, essays, personal histories and, of course, images. The first issue of <a href="http://mimeomimeo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Mimeo Mimeo</a> featured a 2500 word essay on <i>My Own Mag</i> that was distilled from a larger 8000+ word mishmash of notes and commentary delving deep into Burroughs&#8217; work in <i>My Own Mag.</i> I have hammered this material into readable shape and offer it here as a supplement to the material already available on RealityStudio.</p>
<p>Some of the material will be familiar to those who have read the various essays on RealityStudio or <i>Mimeo Mimeo,</i> but there is also lots of new information as well. The new sections include close examinations of mimeography as a process and how it shaped and influenced the work of Burroughs and Nuttall. As far as I know, linkages of this type are in the early stages. Stenciling, inking, cross-hatching, paper size, printing techniques, and typography are all put under the microscope, particularly in The Dutch Schultz Issue in <i>My Own Mag</i> No. 13. In addition, links have been made beginning the process of connecting <i>My Own Mag</i> to underground comix and graphic novels, particularly the collaborations with <a href="interviews/interview-with-malcolm-mc-neill/">Malcolm Mc Neill</a>.</p>
<p>This is by no means a final statement on <i>My Own Mag.</i> It is in fact a request for information. If any readers have further insights or corrections, please past them along. I would be particularly interested in hearing from anybody with a working knowledge of the mimeograph process. Any details on other mimeos, like <i>TISH,</i> <a href="bibliographic-bunker/c-press-archive/">C: A Journal of Poetry</a>, <a href="bibliographic-bunker/fuck-you-press-archive/">Fuck You</a>, a magazine of the arts, <a href="bibliographic-bunker/floating-bear-archive/">Floating Bear</a>, particularly on how they were created and how that process influenced the content would be appreciated. My knowledge of mimeo is second hand and far from fully developed, and I would love to build on it. Please forward any articles, manuals, or other material on mimeo that you might have.</p>
<h2>Desperate Times</h2>
<p>Jeff Nuttall published the first issue of <i>My Own Mag</i> in a time of desperation. Despite the excitement generated by the Beatles and the development of an active youth culture, England in 1963 had yet to awaken into the full bloom of the Swinging London of 1966. Occupationally, Nuttall was stuck in a rut teaching at an English art school. The Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND), in which Nuttall staked his political hopes, had stalled. The marches and speeches of CND seemed like dull pantomimes forcing Nuttall to frustration over their lack of relevance and effectiveness. Artistically, Nuttall&#8217;s plans for an art installation were stillborn, and the participating artists could only twiddle their thumbs until the logistics of what Nuttall suspected would be a dull show could be resolved.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/jeff_nuttall.bomb_culture.200.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/jeff_nuttall.bomb_culture.jpg" width="200" height="334" border="0" alt="Nuttall, Bomb Culture" title="Jeff Nuttall, Bomb Culture, London, 1968"></a>Nuttall decided to start a mimeo literary magazine. Nuttall commandeered the art school&#8217;s mimeo machine. Bob Cobbing, a fellow poet and publisher, taught French at the school. He provided technical know-how and encouragement. The first issue was a mere three pages, but it packed a wallop. In <i>Bomb Culture,</i> Nuttall&#8217;s memoir / study of the underground, he writes, &#8220;The magazine, even those first three pages, used nausea and flagrant scatology as a violent means of presentation. I wanted to make the fundamental condition of living unavoidable by nausea. You can&#8217;t pretend it&#8217;s not there if you are throwing up as a result.&#8221; Nuttall mailed the first issue to roughly twenty people he thought might be interested, including <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anselm_Hollo" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Anselm Hollo</a>, Ray Gosling, and William Burroughs. The inclusion of Burroughs testifies to his legendary status in the underground. In the 1960s, he was hardly &#8220;el hombre invisible&#8221; &#8212; he appeared seemingly everywhere on the little magazine circuit. Like Charles Bukowski, Burroughs first gained an audience from the alternative publishing scene, and he remained extremely active there even as his reputation grew in the 1960s.</p>
<p>In 1963-1964, William Burroughs stood at a crossroads as well. In the foreword to his bibliography, Burroughs writes, &#8220;1964&#8230; No. 4 Calle Larachi, Tangier. <i>My Own Mag</i>&#8230; smell of kerosene heaters, hostile neighbors, stones thudding against the door. Jeff Nuttall sent me a copy of <i>My Own Mag</i> and asked me to contribute. I recall the delivery of the first copies to which I had contributed was heralded by a wooden top crashing through the skylight.&#8221; The activities at No. 4 Calle Larachi (drug use, homosexuality, the constant comings and goings of British and American expats) raised the ire of Burroughs&#8217; Arab neighbors who proceeded to harass him on a daily basis. Burroughs wanted to escape from this desperate and potentially dangerous situation. In addition, Burroughs&#8217; attempt to connect with his son Billy failed in late 1963. Burroughs sent his son back to the States to live with his grandparents, so he was exhausted and upset by the experience. The first issue of <i>My Own Mag</i> provided some much needed comic relief. Burroughs inscribed the first issue of <i>My Own Mag</i> from collector Nelson Lyon&#8217;s complete set that was put on the block by Pacific Book Auctions in 1999, &#8220;this rare item <i>My Own Mag</i> cheered me when I was under siege in Tangier.&#8221;</p>
<p>Creatively, Burroughs also needed cheering. Grove Press planned to publish the final cut-up novel, <i>Nova Express,</i> in hardcover, in the summer of 1964. Burroughs realized that the cut-up novel was something of a dead end, but maybe more distressing was the fact that he had run out of usable source material. The seemingly endless Word Horde of notes, manuscripts, and drafts that resulted from the writing and editing of <i>Naked Lunch</i> was exhausted with the upcoming publication of <i>Nova Express.</i> The <i>Yage Letters</i> was published by City Lights in 1963, so Burroughs had mined his correspondence. Most of the letters to Ginsberg were too painful and too personal to publish. Similarly, <i>Queer,</i> Burroughs&#8217; other manuscript from the 1950s, still cut too close to the bone for Burroughs to think of bringing it before the public eye. Burroughs needed a new direction.</p>
<p>On a more positive note, Burroughs for the first time in his life was in a secure financial position of his own creation. He received a sizable advance from Grove Press for <i>Nova Express.</i> In addition, Grove Press, unlike Olympia Press, provided royalty checks on a regular basis. These revenue streams provided him with the freedom to pursue the non-commercial cut-up to the fullest. Creatively, the cut-up provided a much needed outlet. As Burroughs realized, he just skimmed the surface of the technique&#8217;s possibilities in the cut-up novels.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.01.01.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.01.01.200.jpg" width="200" height="322" border="0" alt="MOM Issue 1" title="My Own Mag, Issue 1, Cover"></a>What cheered Burroughs in that first issue of <i>My Own Mag?</i> In an editorial note on the cover, Nuttall writes, tongue firmly in cheek, <i>My Own Mag</i> &#8220;will appear every now and then&#8230; will be devoted to creations of unparalleled nobility&#8230; morals of unquestionable soundness high literary standards of traditional finesse. No dirty pitchers.&#8221; Nuttall&#8217;s flaunting of good taste, his sense of humor, and his willingness to toy with obscenity laws appealed to Burroughs. Burroughs saw in Nuttall a kindred spirit, and more importantly, a kindred spirit with a literary outlet.</p>
<p>Possibly, Burroughs was also drawn to the fact that <i>My Own Mag</i> was a mimeo production. The idea of taking the means of production into one&#8217;s own hands and out of the clutches of the established publishing industry went in line with Burroughs&#8217; feelings towards the mainstream media. Burroughs understood the power of the corporate press, represented by the Time-Life Empire, to manipulate word and images. In the essay &#8220;Ten Years and a Billion Dollars,&#8221; Burroughs writes, &#8220;Journalism is closer to the magical origin of writing than most fiction. That is, at least a few operators in this area &#8212; people like the late Hearst and Henry Luce &#8212; certainly quite clearly and consciously saw journalism as a magical operation designed to bring about certain effect. And the technology is the technology of magic; in the case of newspapers and magazines, mostly black magic.&#8221; Yet as Burroughs wrote in the <a href="texts/naked-lunch/talking-asshole/">Talking Asshole</a> section of <i>Naked Lunch,</i> &#8220;there&#8217;s always a space between, in popular songs and Grade-B movies, giving away the basic American rottenness.&#8221; The mimeograph revolution served as a &#8220;space between&#8221; or &#8220;technology of magic&#8221; that could foster oppositional sentiment. In a letter to Nuttall reprinted in <i>My Own Mag</i> 9, Burroughs writes, &#8220;Well I hope pamphlet publication gets going have always yearned nostalgically for the old pamphlet days when writers fought in the streets.&#8221; Alternative publishing dovetailed with Burroughs&#8217; ideas of smashing control.</p>
<p>Nuttall understood the creative and ideological possibilities of the mimeograph, and he drew attention to the mimeo process from the earliest issues of <i>My Own Mag.</i> Issue 1 is subtitled &#8220;a Super Absorbant (sic) periodical.&#8221; Images of Kleenex and toilet paper come to mind. The link to a tampon is especially strong given the cover illustration of a woman&#8217;s vagina and the text referencing childbirth. The idea of <i>My Own Mag</i> as a disposable, inconsequential &#8220;rag&#8221; is foregrounded. Yet &#8220;super absorbant&#8221; (sic) also refers to the process of transferring ink to paper that was such a delicate art with the mimeograph.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.02.01.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.02.01.200.jpg" width="200" height="324" border="0" alt="MOM 2" title="My Own Mag, Issue 2, Cover"></a>The foregrounding of the mimeo process continues in issue two subtitled &#8220;an odour-fill periodical.&#8221; The reference to toilet paper dovetails with the scatological impulse of Nuttall. The title conveys the impression that the contents of the magazine are &#8220;shit.&#8221; But <i>My Own Mag</i> is good shit, as in a powerful drug. The subtitle plays on the distinctive odor of mimeo and ditto machines. In his memoir <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/076791936X/supervert-20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid</a>, Bill Bryson writes, &#8220;Of all the tragic losses since the 1960s, mimeograph paper may be the greatest. With its rapturously fragrant, sweetly aromatic pale blue ink, mimeograph paper was literally intoxicating. Two deep drafts of a freshly run-off mimeograph worksheet and I would be the education system&#8217;s willing slave for up to seven hours.&#8221; Bryson&#8217;s memory is a little fuzzy as he is probably confusing the spirit duplicator or the rexograph with the mimeograph. Nuttall used a Roneo or Gestetner mimeograph machine that utilized stencils. Like the urban legend of smoking banana peels, the myth of the intoxicating smell of the mimeograph is strong. A <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=smell+of+mimeograph" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Google search of &#8220;smell of mimeograph&#8221;</a> highlights its power of association. For many, the mimeograph triggers trips back to childhood and school. Nuttall working and printing in an art school would be well aware of the odors surrounding various primitive print technologies as well as the myths surrounding them.</p>
<p>The idea of printing cut-ups in a mimeo must have appealed to Burroughs. Burroughs frequently suggests that the cut-up causes a derangement of the senses and possesses intoxicating qualities. Interestingly, Burroughs cut up the writings of Rimbaud in the early experiments included in <i>Minutes to Go.</i> In <i>The Third Mind,</i> Brion Gysin links reading cut-ups with getting high. In &#8220;Cut-ups: A Project for Disastrous Success,&#8221; Gysin writes, &#8220;I hope you may discover this unusual pleasure for yourselves &#8212; this short-lived but unique intoxication.&#8221; In the same essay, he equates the permutation poems with an ether experience. These examples show that Burroughs would be receptive to the druggy in-jokes presented in <i>My Own Mag</i> and may have seen mimeo as uniquely suited for publishing cut-ups.</p>
<p>There is a tenuous link between the mimeograph and Burroughs&#8217; family history. Any business machine, such as a mimeograph, computer, or typewriter, conjures up images of Burroughs&#8217; grandfather William Seward Burroughs, the inventor of the adding machine. In <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0801445868/supervert-20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">The Iron Whim: A Fragmented History of the Typewriter</a>, Darren Wershler-Henry writes of the importance of the typewriter to Burroughs as a writer. Wershler-Henry writes, &#8220;With a family tree entwined so explicitly with the history of the technology of typewriting, it&#8217;s not surprising that William S. Burroughs uses the typewriter as a metaphor for God.&#8221; Burroughs realized that he could use the typewriter as a weapon against the corporate system and against his family legacy. Both were represented by Burroughs Adding Machine Company. Although Burroughs Corporation did not manufacture mimeograph machines, the adding machine resides in the same family of machines as the mimeograph: a combination of typewriter and printing technologies. The mimeograph is another business machine that Burroughs could use as a force for rebellion. </p>
<h2>My Own Mag Issues 1-4: The Cut-up Method as Feeling Out Process</h2>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.02.03.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.02.03.200.jpg" width="200" height="342" border="0" alt="MOM 2, Burroughs" title="My Own Mag, Issue 2, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>Burroughs&#8217; first appearance in <i>My Own Mag</i> gives little indication of just how far Nuttall and he would explore the boundaries of mimeo and cut-up in the later issues. In issue two, Burroughs contributes a short cut-up letter expressing his interest in <i>My Own Mag.</i> The cut-up in the form of a letter appears in Burroughs&#8217; correspondence soon after the method&#8217;s rediscovery by Gysin in the late summer of 1959. The publication of the <i>Yage Letters</i> by City Lights in 1963 brought the epistolatory cut-up before the eyes of the public. Prior to 1963, bits and pieces of the <i>Yage Letters</i> appeared in little magazines, like <a href="bibliographic-bunker/floating-bear-archive/">Floating Bear</a>. Like the cut-up novels, the cut-up letter did not radically experiment with the page as a field. The format was limited to the standard block of the paragraph.</p>
<p>Around the publication of the second issue, Nuttall and Burroughs met each other. In <i>Bomb Culture,</i> Nuttall writes, &#8220;Burroughs sent his first testing letters from Tangier. In the bitter winter of 1964, he came to London.&#8221; Nuttall downplays this meeting and highlights the awkwardness of it. As Nuttall describes it, he got drunk at the local pub with Burroughs and Tony Balch. Conversation faltered with Nuttall feeling left out. Nuttall stumbled home somewhat embarrassed and disappointed.</p>
<p>The meeting between Nuttall and Burroughs must have made more of an impression on both men than Nuttall lets on. It served as a feeling-out session for further collaborations. The face-to-face solidified the meeting of the minds that had occurred through the mail. The Special Tangier issue of <i>My Own Mag</i> followed in May 1964. As discussed below, only in issue 5 does <i>My Own Mag</i> hit its stride and does the Burroughs / Nuttall collaboration hit the ground running. The Special Tangiers Issue features Burroughs on the cover thus announcing the fact that Burroughs was a focus of and major contributor to the magazine. Likewise, Burroughs becomes a character in the &#8220;Perfume Jack&#8221; comic strip that runs through many issues of <i>My Own Mag.</i> Clearly, Burroughs made an impression on Nuttall.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.04.04.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.04.04.200.jpg" width="200" height="315" border="0" alt="MOM 4, Burroughs" title="My Own Mag, Issue 4, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>The feeling was mutual as Burroughs saw in Nuttall a new source of inspiration for the cut-up other than Brion Gysin. Issue four of <i>My Own Mag</i> contains a grid experiment. Burroughs took the idea of the grid from Brion Gysin. Gysin&#8217;s permutation poems and his calligraphy paintings explored the grid in detail. Burroughs incorporates visual elements by drawing lines and inscribing the piece. In creating the skin for the mimeo machine, Nuttall probably forged Burroughs&#8217; handwriting. Nuttall responded to Burroughs&#8217; grid experiment in issue 6 with the cut-up issue. The format of Issue 6, like &#8220;Warning Warning Warning Warning,&#8221; is a grid. <i>Ports of Entry,</i> Robert Sobieszek&#8217;s book on William Burroughs and his achievement as an artist, mentions &#8220;Warning Warning Warning Warning&#8221; and <i>My Own Mag</i> in its opening chapter. This chapter situates the cut-up in a poetic tradition including Mallarm&eacute;, the surrealists and Dadaists, Fluxus and concrete poetry. The book provides a picture of Burroughs&#8217; grid cut-up that was a manuscript page from <i>The Third Mind</i> that Burroughs and Gysin began work on in New York City in 1965. Jackson MacLow and composer John Cage worked with grids in the mid-1960s. The grid allowed the element of chance into composition and created complex guidelines for reading or writing a poem that decreased authorial control. The appeal to Burroughs is obvious. </p>
<p>Like the letter, the grid format represents an early phase of Burroughs&#8217; experimentation with the cut-up. Since his discovery of the method in the Beat Hotel, Gysin had been the major influence in Burroughs&#8217; pursuit of the cut-up. However given Gysin&#8217;s artistic background it is strange that the early cut-ups highlighted textuality and ignored the visual aspects that could be achieved via collage and assemblege. So it could be argued that the cut-up experiment had reached an impasse as it had been published up to January 1964. The presentation of the cut-up stagnated in rigid formats like blocks of text. Burroughs&#8217; invitation to cut-up and read the grid &#8220;any which way&#8221; suggested an escape that needed further exploration. Nuttall and <i>My Own Mag</i> provided another way out.</p>
<h2>My Own Mag Issues 5-10: The Third Mind of Nuttall and Burroughs and the three-column and newspaper formats</h2>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.05.03.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.05.03.200.jpg" width="200" height="318" border="0" alt="MOM 5, Burroughs" title="My Own Mag, Issue 5, The Moving Times, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>While much has been made of Gysin&#8217;s creative impact on Burroughs, particularly regarding the cut-up method, little has been written on the relationship between Nuttall and Burroughs. Nuttall provided the publishing outlet, the encouragement and the collaboration Burroughs needed for the next phase of the cut-up. Like Gysin, Nuttall helped stir up the creative impulse in Burroughs. In the winter of 1964, around the time Nuttall and Burroughs met, the cut-up entered a new stage of development. As Barry Miles discusses in the final chapter of <i>El Hombre Invisible,</i> Burroughs began experimenting with the three-column format in February 1964. Miles writes, &#8220;At the same time as working on the photographic collages, Bill began to develop the three-column technique he had begun to experiment with in New York in the sixties. He began to produce texts which explored this fact and, as usual, did a great number of them. He started to keep a diary in February 1964 which exploited the three-column technique. If he were to take a trip to Gibraltar, which he did frequently, he would write an account of the trip in one column, just like a normal diary: what was said by the officials, what he overheard on the airplane. The next column would present his memories&#8230; The third column would be his reading column, quoting from the books he had with him.&#8221; Scarcely three months later in May, Nuttall published the first of these efforts.</p>
<p>It should be noted that the three column layout did not appear first in <i>My Own Mag.</i> In 1961 in <i>Outsider</i> 1, a section of the <i>Soft Machine</i> was structured in three columns but this may have been the work of the editor, Jon Edgar Webb. The format was used again in <a href="bibliographic-bunker/floating-bear-24">Floating Bear 24</a>. Again this could have been Leroi Jones and Diane Di Prima&#8217;s decision, not Burroughs&#8217;. The work featured in the <i>Outsider</i> and <i>Floating Bear</i> is, in essence, poetry. The work is in line with the poetic cut-ups presented in <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/minutes-to-go/">Minutes to Go</a> and <a href="bibliographic-bunker/the-exterminator/">The Exterminator</a>.  </p>
<p>In Issue 2 of <i>My Own Mag,</i> Nuttall presented a text of his own in three-column format. This may have inspired Burroughs to explore the format in earnest. In The Special Tangier Issue (issue 5), Burroughs&#8217; first three column piece, <i>The Moving Times,</i> appears. In its simplest form, this format, as used in <i>The Outsider</i> and <i>Floating Bear,</i> is another form of the grid. In <i>The Moving Times,</i> Burroughs gives directions on how to read the piece, guiding readers from column to column. The piece could also be read across the three columns. This crisscross and crossover effect represents a derivation of the &#8220;read any which way&#8221; of &#8220;Warning Warning Warning Warning.&#8221; The similarities to the grid in issue 4 are quite noticeable.  </p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.05.04.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.05.04.200.jpg" width="200" height="311" border="0" alt="MOM 5, Burroughs" title="My Own Mag, Issue 5, The Moving Times, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>Yet <i>The Moving Times</i> provides a twist that Burroughs would explore for over a year. Burroughs links the three-column cut-up to the format, content, and culture of the newspaper as well as to the act of reading a newspaper. In <i>The Moving Times</i> in issue 5, the mock newspaper is simple in layout. There are no images and the format mimics the front page of a daily paper like the New York Times. In <i>Bomb Culture,</i> Nuttall spends a few pages describing this new phase in Burroughs&#8217; development. Clearly, Nuttall realized that the material Burroughs sent for the Tangier Issue marked an exciting new path creatively for Burroughs. Other readers noted the importance of this issue as well. Burroughs and Nuttall received responses from Carl Weissner, Claude P&eacute;lieu and Mary Beach after this issue. This correspondence and the resulting collaborations would form the closest thing to a movement or school relating to the cut-up. </p>
<p>The development of the three-column technique and its link to the newspaper cannot be separated from Burroughs&#8217; evolving relationship with <i>My Own Mag</i> and Nuttall. Seeing the possibilities of the mimeograph and Nuttall&#8217;s obvious talent with mimeo layout may have encouraged Burroughs to explore this avenue further. In addition, <i>My Own Mag</i> radicalizes and parodies the form and content of the long tradition of boy&#8217;s magazines in Great Britain. Periodicals, like <i>Gem</i> and <i>Magnet,</i> provided easily digested fantasies about public and private school adventures of a cast of easily recognizable stock figures. The falsity of these fantasies and their repressive nature must have been on Nuttall&#8217;s mind as he taught in art school. In 1939, George Orwell wrote an essay analyzing these magazines. He mentions that they were stuck in a fantasy vision of England in 1910 oblivious to the changes in the world order. At the end of the essay, Orwell wonders why a left leaning boy&#8217;s weekly never developed. Nuttall provides that weekly. Nuttall&#8217;s title, <i>My Own Mag,</i> refers to actual titles of boy&#8217;s weeklies. <i>Boy&#8217;s Own Paper</i> and <i>Boy&#8217;s Own Magazine</i> are two examples. In the two copies of issue 12 that I have studied, Nuttall attaches two pages of <i>Our Own Magazine,</i> a moralistic &#8220;penny dreadful&#8221; from the Victorian Era. Burroughs may have seen this connection and was encouraged to create a cut-up newspaper. In pieces like <i>The Moving Times,</i> Burroughs radicalized and parodied the mainstream newspapers particularly the New York Times.  </p>
<p>Burroughs linked the three-column format with the act of reading a newspaper. In an <a href="http://www.parisreview.com/media/4424_BURROUGHS.pdf" target="_blank" rel="noopener">interview published in Paris Review</a> in 1965, Burroughs states, &#8220;[C]ut-ups make explicit a psychosensory process that is going on all the time anyway. Somebody is reading a newspaper, and his eye follows the column in the proper Aristotelian manner, one idea and sentence at a time. But subliminally he is reading the columns on either side and is aware of the person sitting next to him. That&#8217;s a cut-up.&#8221; Experimenting with the newspaper as form and reading activity refers back to the discovery of the cut-up technique. Tristan Tzara, the surrealist who first discovered the cut-up, writes, &#8220;To make a dadaist poem. Take a newspaper. Take a pair of scissors.&#8221; In the late summer of 1959, Gysin rediscovered the technique by slicing into some newspapers that were behind a canvas he was working on. So in a sense, the next stage of the cut-up as a form was always present, but Burroughs relationship with Nuttall and <i>My Own Mag</i> may have helped encourage this development.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.11.09.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.11.09.200.jpg" width="200" height="319" border="0" alt="MOM 11" title="My Own Mag, Issue 11, The Moving Times, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>Burroughs also incorporated the text of newspapers into his <i>My Own Mag</i> cut-ups. As Davis Schneiderman explores in a draft research paper, the three-column experiments (for example, <i>The Coldspring News, Moving Times</i>) featured in <i>My Own Mag</i> and other places, like <i>The Spero,</i> all utilized the same front page of the New York Times from September 17, 1899. Numerous postcards mailed to Nuttall may reveal why. The postcards are postmarked from Gibraltar and feature scenes from the area. As Miles points out, Gibraltar was an area of fascination for Burroughs and a key source for the new direction the cut-ups were taking. One postcard in particular makes reference to the Southport Gates inscribed with the date 1899 and the cut-up experiment <i>The Coldspring News</i> (Nov 21, 1964: &#8220;Old arch there with The Coldspring News. [Date on the arch is 1899]&#8221;). Burroughs viewed Gibraltar as a magical place, a portal allowing travel in time and space. The Southport Gates symbolized this point of intersection. The cut-up recreated such points repeatedly. Possibly, Burroughs chose an edition of the New York Times from 1899 due to the date inscription on the Southport Gates in Gibraltar. </p>
<p>No matter how the idea of the newspaper format first developed, Burroughs and Nuttall understood that they were providing an underground newspaper even if such periodical had yet to become commonplace in 1964. One of the Burroughs supplements was called <i>The Burrough.</i> The reference to a burrow or burrowing highlights the underground nature of the magazine as well as the ability of the cut-up to uncover or dig up the hidden messages within the word and image of the mainstream media. <i>The Burrough</i> also conjures up the idea of an intelligence bureau. Burroughs often viewed himself as an agent operating against the forces of control. </p>
<p>For quite some time, Burroughs flirted with the idea of editing an alternative publication. In 1958, he and Gregory Corso considered a magazine called <a href="bibliographic-bunker/interpol/">Interpol</a>. The editorial policy of <i>Interpol</i> and <i>My Own Mag</i> (as demonstrated by Nuttall&#8217;s commentary in the first two issues and Burroughs / Corso&#8217;s letter of 1958) share a concern with the irreverent and the obscene as well as providing an alternative regulator to the dominant power structure and media. <i>The Burrough</i> supplement in <i>My Own Mag</i> with its link to policing organizations (The Bureau) is Burroughs&#8217; resurrection of the dormant <i>Interpol</i> concept. (See my pieces on <a href="bibliographic-bunker/apo-33/speed-apomorphine-mimeo-and-the-cut-up/" >Apomorphine and Mimeo</a> and on <a href="bibliographic-bunker/interpol/">Interpol</a> for a fuller discussion of these ideas.) By 1964, the cut-up was the new drug that fascinated Burroughs, and <i>My Own Mag</i> provided the forum to explore this antidote to word addiction.  </p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.05.01.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.05.01.200.jpg" width="200" height="324" border="0" alt="MOM 5, Cover" title="My Own Mag, Issue 5, Cover (with Illustration of William S. Burroughs)"></a>Nuttall&#8217;s choice of paper also creates associations with newspapers that tie into Burroughs&#8217;concepts of the mainstream media. For example, Nuttall utilized colored construction paper for most issues of <i>My Own Mag.</i> Take the Tangier Issue with Burroughs on the cover. The cover is green with Burroughs mimeo&#8217;d wearing a fez and smoking a cigarette. The green cover conjures up images of marijuana which plays in perfectly with Tangiers and Burroughs. Yet Burroughs&#8217; cut-ups, particularly the mock newspaper ones, are usually printed on off-white or yellowed paper. In the choice of paper, Nuttall attempts to recreate the look and feel of a newspaper. The suggestion of old and freshly printed newsprint is strong given the choice of colored paper elsewhere. Given Burroughs&#8217; preoccupation with the Hearst Empire and his control of word and image, the paper allows Burroughs and Nuttall to present a counter version of &#8220;yellow journalism&#8221; in their underground paper. The idea of a Burroughs &#8220;edited&#8221; supplement developed more fully as <i>My Own Mag</i> pushed on. Burroughs and Nuttall fully explore the possibilities of the newspaper as a form to be complicated and parodied. Articles, comic strips, editorial pages, letters to the editor, Dear Abby style advice columns are all utilized by Burroughs and Nuttall.  </p>
<p>In 1965, Burroughs lent the name <i>The Moving Times</i> to a poster for Alexander Trocchi&#8217;s Sigma Project. This project represented Trocchi&#8217;s take on the philosophies and politics of the Situationists. Sigma and the Situationists had strong ties to the community around Nuttall. The Sigma Project members and their addresses appear in the magazine. In addition, <i>My Own Mag</i> and the supplements edited by Burroughs can be viewed as examples of detournment, the primary weapon of the Situationists. Sigma is also referred to in the Perfume Jack comic strip where it is linked to the kite in Burroughs&#8217; cut-up &#8220;Over the Last Skyscrapers a Silent Kite.&#8221; The <i>Moving Times</i> poster was designed to be hung in the London subway and serve as a sounding board for the Project. This use of the broadside goes back to its early roots as a means to disseminate information on the side of barns and the like. On the broadside, there is a small blurb for My Own Mag that states, &#8220;Read realnews in My Own Mag&#8230;&#8221; This highlights the fact that My Own Mag was viewed as an alternative newspaper and an underground news source. Clearly, Burroughs developed and expanded the three-column format at a rapid rate from issue Five. The progression of &#8220;The Moving Times&#8221; from a simple three column cut-up to a <i>My Own Mag</i> supplement to a broadside disseminating information for a proposed international underground movement testifies to Burroughs&#8217; increasing ambition for the cut-up technique as well as his belief in the cut-up&#8217;s revolutionary nature.</p>
<h2>A <i>My Own Mag</i> Supplement: A Digression on Nuttall as Editor and Mimeographer</h2>
<p><a href="images/correspondence/nuttall/wsb-to-nuttall.1964-04-06.card.a.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/correspondence/nuttall/wsb-to-nuttall.1964-04-06.card.a.200.jpg" width="200" height="129" border="0" alt="Postcard from Burroughs to Nuttall" title="Postcard from William S. Burroughs to Jeff Nuttall, April 6, 1964"></a>The editorial relationship between Burroughs and Nuttall deserves some exploration. As the scant correspondence I have reviewed shows, Burroughs was allowed free reign and basically submitted to Nuttall his latest cut-up works straight from the typewriter. Nuttall was open to anything. Burroughs&#8217; editorial comments were short and not very detailed so Nuttall had a lot of leeway in how he wanted to present the manuscript. Nuttall retyped Burroughs&#8217; manuscripts onto the mimeo skins. In some cases, Burroughs encouraged Nuttall to insert images as he saw fit. (April 6, 1964: &#8220;By all means, put your drawings in &#8216;any picture&#8217; spaces.&#8221;) In issue 7, Nuttall drew the images that accompany Burroughs&#8217; cut-up. In addition, Nuttall stenciled the format for the grid / scrapbook / three-column experiment of issue 11. This highlights the collaborative nature of Burroughs&#8217; working method as well as his desire to subvert authorial control. </p>
<p>According to Carl Weissner, Burroughs trusted Nuttall completely and allowed Nuttall to copy his signature and handwriting (see issue 11 and issue 4). These &#8220;forgeries&#8221; are uncredited. I hesitate to describe this as forgery as it does not get to the heart of the collaborative nature of the Nuttall / Burroughs relationship and has a negative connotation. Yet the idea of forgery must have appealed to Burroughs familiar as he was to forging the signature of croakers on phony scripts in drugstores.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.15.09.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.15.09.200.jpg" width="200" height="316" border="0" alt="MOM 15" title="My Own Mag, Issue 15, WB Talking, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>For example, in issue 15, we can see the transformation of a Burroughs&#8217; manuscript to the pages of <i>My Own Mag.</i> &#8220;WB Talking&#8221; and &#8220;Gas Girls&#8221; show that Nuttall possessed a very light editorial hand. I have not done a word-by-word analysis but the basic format of the piece is unaltered and I would suspect the text to be unchanged as well. Yet as these manuscript pages show, Burroughs incorporated color into his manuscripts. The New York Times archives have a page from the &#8220;Dutch Schultz&#8221; cut-up that appeared in Issue 13. Burroughs painted on the manuscript pages. The color and the brushwork on these pieces remind me of the later artwork painted on manila folders. These later works appear every so often on eBay. In any case, the manuscripts for the later <i>My Own Mag</i>s merge the three-column cut-up with abstract painting. Burroughs&#8217; scrapbooks of the period are full of these experiments joining the visual and the textual. Given the limits of mimeo, Nuttall could not faithfully reproduce the full visual nature of Burroughs&#8217; work of this period, yet the effort to recreate all the elements of the manuscript is admirable. The later issues of <i>My Own Mag</i> provide as detailed a look into Burroughs&#8217; exploration of the visual implications of the cut-up as was available for years until Burroughs&#8217; artwork was revisited in exhibitions and catalogs, like <i>Ports of Entry.</i> </p>
<p>Nuttall&#8217;s manipulation of stencils and the mimeograph deserve special mention here. One of the pleasures of <i>My Own Mag</i> is its physical appearance. Nuttall is wholly responsible for that. His artwork is intricate, funny, and extremely skillful given the limitations of the technology. In a recent book entitled, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1933964073/supervert-20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">da levy and the mimeograph revolution</a>, mimeograph techniques are studied in detail. levy&#8217;s work with its blobs, its acknowledgement of the physical nature of ink, its superimpositions, and its fading brings to the fore the inking process in mimeo. This is described as &#8220;dirty&#8221; mimeo. Such work reminds me of Abstract Expressionist and Pop techniques. I am thinking of levy&#8217;s Scarab Poems and &#8220;AGAIn? Yur primer cord is showing.&#8221; The solid band of ink of &#8220;AGAIn?&#8221; reminds me of a mimeo Rothko, if Rothko incorporated text in his painting. There are splashes of ink and blots like in the work of Jackson Pollock. The superimpositions, fading of text and image, and the failure to re-ink calls to mind Warhol&#8217;s Marilyns of the early 1960s where such affects bring to mind mortality, impermanence, transitoriness.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.09.01.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.09.01.200.jpg" width="200" height="318" border="0" alt="MOM 9" title="My Own Mag, Issue 9, Cover"></a>Nuttall stained his magazine (Issue 9) but I do not get the same flashes from his work. Nuttall&#8217;s staining is not done with black ink. The yellow / green stain suggests vomit or urine, not paint. The stain also suggests apomorphine as apomorphine stains green. Therefore the cover of issue 9 highlights Burroughs&#8217; view of mimeo as regulator. (See my <a href="bibliographic-bunker/apo-33/speed-apomorphine-mimeo-and-the-cut-up/">article on apomorphine and mimeo</a> for a fuller discussion of this idea.) In <i>The Apomorphine Times</i> of issue 12 of <i>My Own Mag,</i> Burroughs lamented that <i>The Burrough</i> only lasted for two issues. He writes that &#8220;not even the generous injections of the green and ready could keep it afloat for more than two issues&#8230;&#8221; For years, I assumed that the green and ready referred to the influx of young writers, like Carl Weissner and Claude P&eacute;lieu, drawn to the cut-ups. It does on one level but it also refers to apomorphine. In issue 9, Nuttall cut-out the bottom corner revealing a green page underneath. The green stain and the cut-out could represent the injection of the &#8220;green and ready&#8221; that Burroughs talks about in <i>The Apomorphine Times.</i> Burroughs&#8217; quote suggests that not even his apomorphine texts of the period could prevent the eventual demise of his mags and <i>My Own Mag</i> itself. This highlights Burroughs&#8217; awareness of the fleeting nature of mimeo. The cover of issue 9 aptly demonstrates the playful interplay between Burroughs and Nuttall as well as the serious ideologies behind such touches. Everything had a purpose in the construction of <i>My Own Mag.</i></p>
<p>The general fading and illegibility of the text in <i>My Own Mag</i> I take to be &#8220;the standard limitations of mimeo&#8221; and not an intended and manipulated affect. Nuttall appears less concerned with making his typography illegible. This is not to say that he does not explore the possibilities of typography, script and the technologies of writing (for example an examination of Nuttall&#8217;s use of handwriting or his forging of Burroughs&#8217; hand proves that). Instead, Nuttall does not explore creative inking. Unlike levy, Nuttall does not treat printer&#8217;s ink like paint. Instead he chooses to add the element of disruption with the use of scissors, the razor, fire or collage. Nuttall attacks the mimeo page like the surface of a canvas. The use of the scissors or razor by Nuttall parallels and comments on the cut-up method that so interested him. The visuals in <i>My Own Mag</i> must have been difficult to create with a stencil. The visuals, like the comic strips and covers in My Own Mag, are meant to come through clearly, maybe an example of what is called &#8220;clean&#8221; mimeo. Nuttall strives for clarity in his inking. The draftsman, not the painter, in Nuttall comes to the fore.</p>
<p>Nuttall&#8217;s concern with the act of stenciling is not surprising given his creative preoccupations. Unlike levy, Nuttall ignores many possibilities inherent in inking, but he explores in great and painstaking detail the act of stenciling. The layouts of his pages are amazing. Clearly Nuttall took care and satisfaction in the cutting of stencils. The fascination with the cut and the creative power of the act of cutting fascinates Nuttall. The act of creating mimeo with stencil or typewriter allowed Nuttall another means to explore the cut-up. Like the scrapbooks Burroughs experimented with at the time, the mimeograph merges word and image in a single creative process.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/da_levy/tibetan_stroboscope.front.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/da_levy/tibetan_stroboscope.front.200.jpg" width="200" height="313" border="0" alt="Tibetan Stroboscope" title="da levy, Tibetan Stroboscope"></a>I would say that Burroughs preferred clean mimeo. Compare Burroughs more visual cut-ups to levy&#8217;s <a href="http://www.clevelandmemory.org/levy/strobp.htm" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Tibetan Stroboscope</a>. Both writers utilize elements of typewritten text and collage, but levy as we have seen deliberately makes his text illegible. Burroughs did not manipulate illegibility in his manuscripts in order to further his creative ideas. Burroughs painted his manuscripts and used colored paper but the text remains of primary importance and always shows through. Enjambment, a form of cutting, distorts text and meaning, but typography remains clear and sacred. Proof of this is his reaction to Ed Sanders work on <a href="bibliographic-bunker/apo-33">APO-33</a>. Burroughs objected to the imperfections of this production and felt they were not appropriate. This says much about Burroughs as an established and commercial writer. Imperfect mimeo and poor layout reflected poorly on Burroughs&#8217; reputation as a professional. levy on the other hand embraced this seeming lack of skill in order to challenge the reader&#8217;s expectations and to suggest elements of censorship and miscommunication. Burroughs desired an audience and always stressed the communicative aspects of the cut-up. They were never intended to be unreadable.</p>
<p>For an author so intimately concerned with and aware of control, Burroughs greatly valued order. He consistently goes back to the authorial control he exercises over the cut-up even as he sees its disruptive potential. He craved order as he feared it. Interestingly in interviews and essays, Burroughs always stresses the role of the author in editing and selecting the results of cut-ups. The primacy of the author remains. In Issue 11, Burroughs writes, &#8220;For God&#8217;s Sake, J.N. date your issues.&#8221; Despite the time travel aspects of the cut up he championed, Burroughs also liked to be locked in time and space.</p>
<h2>My Own Mag Issues 11-13: From the three-column format to the third dimension of the scrapbook</h2>
<p>In Issue 11, Nuttall and Burroughs goes even further in their exploration of the cut-up. Burroughs&#8217; frenzied experimentation added another layer to the three-column format. Miles writes, &#8220;It was in March 1964, when Bill and Ian were living at the rue Delacroix, that Bill began work on the scrapbooks. As usual, this was yet another extension of the cut-up technique.&#8221; In his developing article, Schneiderman writes about the practice of Grangerization or extra-illustration that was a British fad at the turn of the 20th Century. In issue 11, Nuttall begins stapling old magazine articles and illustrations to <i>My Own Mag.</i> These tip-ins are not reprinted using offset or mimeo. They are sliced out of old magazines and journals. The tip-ins differed from magazine to magazine. The issue in my possession contains an article on the abdomen. The issue on RealityStudio features a piece on astigmatism. Again issues regarding the original and the copy abound. As early as Issue 4, Nuttall tipped in additions to the magazine, but only in the later issues does this scrapbook element develop more fully.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.11.08.insert.1.1.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.11.08.insert.1.1.200.jpg" width="200" height="304" border="0" alt="MOM 11" title="My Own Mag, Issue 11, Grangerized Insert"></a>Interestingly, Nutall grangerizes with old medical journals and articles. Again this refers to Burroughs&#8217; creative endeavors. Some of Burroughs&#8217; contributions to <i>My Own Mag</i> at this time are letters to the editor of London newspapers defending Dr. Yerbury Dent. Dr. Dent &#8220;cured&#8221; Burroughs of heroin addiction using apomorphine in the 1950s. The inclusion of medical journals in <i>My Own Mag</i> mirrors Burroughs&#8217; near obsession with the representation of drugs and drug addiction by the medical community. In fact, Burroughs&#8217; first &#8220;magazine&#8221; appearance was in a medical journal, <i>The British Journal of Addiction,</i> edited by Dr. Dent. <a href="bibliographic-bunker/apo-33">APO-33</a>, a cut-up scrapbook Burroughs created at the same time as much of the material in My Own Mag, is in essence an alternative version of a medical journal or article. The act of complicating and parodying an established, authoritative form is familiar to Burroughs as we have seen. In the choice of the source material he selects for grangerizing, Nuttall brings into play Burroughs&#8217; creative life from its beginnings to the most up to the minute cut-up experiments.</p>
<p>This new wrinkle introduced by Nuttall dovetails with the development of the cut-up by Burroughs in March 1964. Throughout the 1950s, Burroughs created scrapbooks that verged on book art. <i>Ports of Entry</i> provides some pictures and commentary on this aspect of Burroughs&#8217; art career. Like the Gibraltar scrapbook mentioned above, this new direction merged the notebook / scrapbook format of the 1950s with the new three-column format. &#8220;The Dutch Schultz Special&#8217; (Issue 13) is a prime example of this new work. <i>Time</i> and <i>APO-33</i> are others. The three-column format now includes photographic images, sometimes taken by Burroughs himself, that comment on the text and provide points of intersection of time and space. The feel is more of a magazine than a newspaper.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.06.07.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.06.07.200.jpg" width="200" height="312" border="0" alt="MOM 6" title="My Own Mag, Issue 6, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>Back in Issue 6 of <i>My Own Mag,</i> Burroughs traced the format of page 40 of the September 13, 1963 issue of <i>Time</i> in order to create the layout for a cut-up. This issue of <i>Time</i> features a cover story on Communist China. Page 40 contains an article on humanizing Communism that focuses on Hungary. Communist China is something of an obsession for Burroughs. The single page in issue 6 would develop into an entire scrapbook. In <a href="bibliographic-bunker/time">Time</a> published by C Press, Burroughs cuts-up and parodies the September 21, 1962 issue of <i>Time</i> Magazine that features a picture of Mao on the cover. By recreating these issues of <i>Time,</i> Burroughs draws attention to the media&#8217;s role in creating the Communist menace. Given Burroughs&#8217; critical view of bureaucracy and the influence of the State in personal and political life, Communism must have been an interesting case study for his libertarian ideas. Burroughs&#8217; creative and intellectual response to Commumism remains to be studied in full.</p>
<p>In response to Burroughs&#8217; creation of a framework using <i>Time</i> in issue 6, Nuttall razors in frames allowing text from other pages to show through. This suggests the cut-up&#8217;s ability to alter one&#8217;s frame of reference or perception. Burroughs and Nuttall are very concerned with one&#8217;s ability to see clearly and cleansing the doors of perception. The inclusion of advertisments on Filtering in Time suggests a similar concept. Like drugs, the cut-up is a means to this end. This is brought home by Nuttall when he grangerizes an article on astigmatism to Issue 11 of <i>My Own Mag</i> on view at RealityStudio. Again it must be remembered that the tip-in differed in each copy of the magazine so other associations are possible and probable. In creating the magazine, Nuttall hammers home the idea of linking the cut-up with clarity of vision with clear inking, with cutting by slicing the page, razoring frames, or clipping articles, and with the act of stenciling.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.13.07.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.13.07.200.jpg" width="200" height="277" border="0" alt="MOM 13" title="My Own Mag, Issue 13, The Dutch Schultz Special, Text by William S. Burroughs"></a>The Dutch Schultz Special (Issue 13) includes one of the finest reproductions of a Burroughs scrapbook until the color images in <i>Port of Entry.</i> Most people focus on Burroughs&#8217; <i>The Dead Star,</i> but Issue 13 is a tour de force of mimeo by Nuttall. Take for instance the cover. The whole of this layout is immaculately designed. All the line drawing has all been done before the stencil is inserted into the typewriter. Another limitation was that it was impossible to draw cross-hatching &#8212; that is why all Nuttall&#8217;s shading is in sloping lines. There are two reasons for no cross-hatching:</p>
<p>1. There was every chance of tearing the skin and ruining the stencil.</p>
<p>2. If successful, there was every chance you&#8217;d get the black blobs as in striking letters like &#8220;o&#8221; or &#8220;b&#8221; too hard.</p>
<p>The image comments on Burroughs&#8217; text. The headshot of Dutch Schultz is the most obvious instance of this, but the more interesting figure is the shadowy man beside Dutch. The figure represents &#8220;the third that walks beside you&#8221; that so fascinated Burroughs and frequently appeared in his writings. Typed into the image are the key numbers of the Burroughs mythology, like 23.</p>
<p>&#8220;The Dying Words of Perfume Jack&#8221; in issue 13 is another example of Nuttall&#8217;s consummate skill with the typewriter, stylus, and mimeograph. Nuttall&#8217;s text incorporates Burroughs&#8217; writing by recycling his words, numbers and characters. This is more noticeable in &#8220;The Last Words of Dutch Schultz&#8221; in issue 12. Nutall suggests the three-column format. Here, the comic strip meets the newspaper. Nuttall&#8217;s presentation is as remarkable as Burroughs&#8217; text. These late issues are some of the finest examples of the mimeo art ever published in a little magazine.</p>
<p><a href="images/people/jan_herman/publisher/nova-broadcast/nova-broadcast.05.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/people/jan_herman/publisher/nova-broadcast/nova-broadcast.05.200.jpg" width="200" height="332" border="0" alt="Burroughs, Dead Star" title="William S. Burroughs, The Dead Star, Nova Broadcast Press, 1969"></a>Interestingly, issue 13 also draws attention to the limitation of mimeo. One of the most noticeable aspects of the issue is its size. It is the only one of 17 issues not foolscap. Why not? Nuttall was a very scrupulous editor, but he was confined by the foolscap size of the duplicator. He re-typed every article with the most scrupulous care, but it had to fit within the format. So if you compare what&#8217;s in Issue 17 &#8212; the last &#8212; with the P&eacute;lieu and Weissner manuscripts this becomes clear. The manuscripts were extended out to foolscap by attaching extra paper to the bottom. In issue 13, the Burroughs contribution is on a strange size which is just less than A4 290mm x 208mm &#8212; A4 is 297mm x 210mm. Nuttall&#8217;s parts on duplicator stock are 290mm x 202mm. The pages besides <i>The Dead Star</i> are probably cut down foolscap paper. This means that Nuttall designed the whole issue to Burroughs&#8217; size. The reason <i>The Dead Star</i> is a different size was because Nuttall did not create it himself using the mimeograph. The piece was probably published professionally using offset lithography. Given the fact that the paper used for <i>The Dead Star</i> was not commonly used in Great Britain at the time, Burroughs may have commissioned the printing himself during his stay in New York City. The C Press version of <i>Time</i> looks and feels very similar to <i>The Dead Star.</i> According to Ron Padgett, <i>Time</i> was published professionally by offset at Fleetwood Printing Services. <i>The Dead Star</i> could have been done by the same printer and then mailed by Burroughs to Nuttall in Great Britain.</p>
<p>Why offset? Mimeo could not fully capture the visual complexity of Burroughs&#8217; scrapbooks. Small touches like the grid of the balance sheets on which Burroughs composed The Dead Star were difficult to reproduce on mimeo. Nuttall used every technique at his disposal to comment on and reproduce the scrapbook and the ideology behind it. The meticulous reproduction of a scrapbook page in issue 11 is but one example of this. But in the introductory note to that cut-up, Burroughs demanded that Nuttall date his issues. Clearly, Burroughs was bothered with the lack of order in Nuttall&#8217;s editing even though Nuttall stressed clarity in his use of mimeo. Possibly given the problems with the Fuck You version of <i>APO-33,</i> Burroughs demanded an exact reproduction of <i>The Dead Star.</i></p>
<p>Burroughs realized that his scrapbook experiments needed the resources of a larger, more connected publisher. Through his stay in NYC in 1965, Burroughs with Brion Gysin worked on the manuscript for <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/the-third-mind/">The Third Mind</a>. As Burroughs and Gysin envisioned it this treatise / art book on the cut-up method would test the boundaries of traditional publishing in much the same way Nuttall challenged and extended mimeo. In 1970, Grove Press intended to issue a lavish production for the art market retailing at $10. Publication stalled as the book proved too expensive. In addition the book proved too difficult for Grove even in a high-end format. <i>The Third Mind</i> was finally published in 1978, but it was a shadow of the project envisioned in the 1960s.</p>
<h2>My Own Mag Issues 14-17 and beyond: Where do we go from here?</h2>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.14.12.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/jeff_nuttall/my_own_mag/my_own_mag.14.12.200.jpg" width="200" height="311" border="0" alt="MOM 14, Weissner" title="My Own Mag, Issue 14, Text by Carl Weissner"></a>Paradoxically the most famous, most collectible issue of <i>My Own Mag,</i> The Dutch Schultz Special, published in August 1965 signaled the beginning of the end of the Nuttall / Burroughs partnership. In September 1965 Burroughs arrived at Gatwick Airport for what would prove to be an extended stay in London. Maybe the close proximity to Nuttall dulled the keen edge of their correspondence. The magazine began to appear less frequently and the cohesiveness of the magazine began to unravel. The interplay between Burroughs and Nuttall that made the magazine so special had played out. Burroughs did not appear in the last two issues and only briefly in issues 14 and 15. In the later issues, the <i>Moving Times</i> begins to function like a magazine within the magazine. Material comes not just from Burroughs. This is the Third Mind in action as Burroughs&#8217; work diminishes in the magazine and the cut-up work of his collaborators takes over. Burroughs incorporates his correspondence into <i>Moving Times.</i> Likewise, Weissner cuts up Burroughs&#8217; work and letters to form new material. A handwritten note by Burroughs to Nuttall provides evidence of his excitement over this new correspondence. In the note which is part of the 60s archive in Robert Bank&#8217;s possession, Burroughs encouraged Nuttall to contact Weissner and publish him. Nuttall followed Burroughs&#8217; advice, and <i>My Own Mag</i> published Weissner in the late issues. See <a href="bibliographic-bunker/my-own-mag/my-own-mag-index-of-names/">Robert Bank&#8217;s index of contributors</a>. Nuttall felt the pull of other projects, such as <i>Bomb Culture,</i> his pioneering study of the international underground. <i>My Own Mag</i> ended with Issue 17 in September 1966.</p>
<p>With the Dutch Schultz Special, Burroughs reached the height of his achievement in the little magazine published cut-ups, but in doing so he exhausted the possibilities of mimeo as a medium. There was a need for a machine beyond the mimeograph and the typewriter. Issue 15 demonstrates another direction in Burroughs&#8217; thought: the tape recorder. The &#8220;Subliminal Kid&#8221; piece, like the longer &#8220;Invisible Generation,&#8221; shows Burroughs&#8217; high hopes for the latest in recording technology to again subvert control and authority. Burroughs&#8217; movement in this direction probably had something to do with the feedback and correspondence he was having with Carl Weissner as well as the difficulty in reproducing his manuscripts. As I mentioned earlier after the Tangier Issue, Burroughs began to get some response from around the world in the persons of Weissner, Claude P&eacute;lieu and Mary Beach. This had the makings of a cut-up movement. Weissner would publish Burroughs&#8217; tape experiments in <i>Klacto.</i> Burroughs explored film in this period as well with Tony Balch.</p>
<p>The direction of Burroughs&#8217; work for the rest of the 1960s was foreshadowed in the pages of <i>My Own Mag.</i> Burroughs&#8217; most sustained work during his London period was a monthly column in the men&#8217;s magazine <i>Mayfair.</i> The idea of Burroughs as a talking head with regular column starts with his work in <i>My Own Mag.</i> Increasingly, Burroughs appears in underground newspapers commenting on the issues of the day. His work floated over the Underground Press Syndicate wire with the same pieces running in more than one paper. He sat in on roundtables for <i>Playboy</i> and worked as a reporter for <i>Esquire.</i> Burroughs as guru and cultural expert mirrors his work as an advice columnist and reporter in <i>My Own Mag.</i> In <i>My Own Mag,</i> Burroughs edited his own underground newspaper. Now he sold his services to the underground industry. </p>
<p>Not surprisingly, Burroughs got intensely involved with underground comix and the beginnings of the graphic novel. In 1970, Burroughs collaborated with <a href="interviews/interview-with-malcolm-mc-neill/">Malcolm Mc Neill </a>on a comix, the &#8220;Unspeakable Mr. Hart,&#8221; in four issues of <i>Cyclops.</i> Nuttall was there first with Perfume Jack and the Last Words of Dutch Schultz. Last Words is surely one of the earliest examples of the underground comix, yet Nuttall and <i>My Own Mag</i> are not mentioned in the comprehensive study of the art: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1560974648/supervert-20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Rebel Visions</a>. The character of Mr. Hart was based on William Randolph Hearst and Burroughs&#8217; obsession with the controlling aspects of a multimedia conglomerate are very much in evidence. The concern with the power of the newspaper expressed in <i>My Own Mag</i> carried over into <i>Cyclops.</i> Throughout the 1970s, Burroughs worked with Mc Neill on the never completed <i>Ah Puch Is Here.</i> As envisioned by Burroughs and Mc Neill, <i>Ah Puch,</i> like <i>The Third Mind,</i> would have challenged the concept of the book and would have been truly an artist&#8217;s book as described by Johanna Drucker. In an unpublished manuscript, <i>Observed While Falling,</i> Mc Neill details this process. The give and take of artist and author as well as the merging of format, form, and content described in the memoir draws parallels with Burroughs&#8217; experience with <i>My Own Mag.</i></p>
<p>It could be argued that Burroughs&#8217; perceived &#8220;return to narrative&#8221; in the <a href="bibliography/books-and-broadside-prints/the-wild-boys/">Wild Boys</a> was a direct result of his time working with Nuttall and <i>My Own Mag.</i> Maybe he sensed he had taking the method as far as it could go given the limitations of alternative and mainstream publishing. As <i>Observed While Falling</i> and <i>Ports of Entry</i> makes clear, Burroughs still worked on scrapbooks and other ambitious cut-up projects into the 1970s. The radical use of the cut-up never left his bag of tricks, but &#8212; with <i>The Wild Boys</i> and the novels and short stories that followed &#8212; it was more and more relegated to one tool in the toolbox and one to be used with discretion. As time wore on, the cut-up technique settled back into the novel form Burroughs abandoned in the mid-1960s. The three-columns were abandoned for the traditional paragraph even though he toyed with and threatened to break its confines. Maybe he tired of the limited audience of the mimeo scene. During his entire career as a writer, Burroughs felt spurred on by a receptive listener, a willing receiver. The time had come for a mainstream audience. The youth culture theme of <i>The Wild Boys</i> seems exploitative to me, like a play for relevance. The work of Norman Mailer comes to mind. Burroughs was the old man of Hip. The more traditional narrative elements made his writing more accessible to critics and the more adventurous of general readers.</p>
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Written by Jed Birmingham and published by RealityStudio on 20 October 2008. Special thanks to Robert Bank for his careful reading and research which was relied on heavily in this article. See also Jed Birmingham&#8217;s <a href="bibliographic-bunker/my-own-mag/">My Own Mag</a> archive.
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<h3>Jed Birmingham on William S. Burroughs Collecting</h3>
<p>When I began collecting William Burroughs in 1993, the junk that fed my book habit was the signed titles derived from and relating to the <i>Naked Lunch</i> Word Horde. The Olympia Press <i>Naked Lunch</i> was the ideal fix, and I would have crawled through a gutter to get one. Then came the Nelson Lyon Auction at PBA Galleries in 1999, and my entire focus changed. The Lyon Sale showed me the wonders of literary magazines and opened up a whole new world to me. What made the Lyon Sale special was the fact that his rare magazines were all signed. Lyon, as producer on a Burroughs spoken word album and as the man responsible for Burroughs&#8217; <i>Saturday Night Live</i> appearance, had special access that I could never hope to have. Burroughs&#8217; death in 1997 assured that. In an effort to do Lyon one better, I decided to collect complete runs of all the little magazines with a Burroughs appearance from the mimeo revolution period (roughly 1945-1970).</p>
<p>Thankfully, most of the magazines from this time had short life spans. The number of issues rarely climbed out of the single digits and in some cases comprised only a single issue. The exceptions like <i>Evergreen Review</i> (96 issues in its initial run from 1957-1973) and <a href="bibliographic-bunker/floating-bear-archive">Floating Bear</a> (38 issues) loom large. I always feel a tremendous sense of satisfaction whenever I successfully put together a complete run of a magazine, particularly if I do it in pieces and not as a bulk purchase in one fell swoop.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/now.front.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/now.front.jpg" width="200" height="297" border="0" alt="NOW" title="NOW" /></a>So my stomach dropped when I saw a copy of Issue One of Charles Plymell&#8217;s <i>NOW</i> magazine for sale on Abebooks. <i>NOW</i> ran for three issues in the mid-1960s. Burroughs appeared in Issue Two and Three, and I tracked down those issues without too much trouble in recent years. William Reese currently has a copy of issue three for $35. The description states that copies of this issue are getting harder to find. This assessment might be spot on. I always remember a copy or two of the later issues of <i>NOW</i> as being available, but these appear to be drying up. Reese has the only copy currently. Issue One has always been tough. In the last three years, I had never seen a copy until, well, NOW. The first issue proved as elusive as <a href="bibliographic-bunker/insect-trust-gazette">Insect Trust Gazette</a> 2. Yet in the digital age, most bookstores, as well as everybody&#8217;s garage and basement, are within reach. The <i>Gazette</i> turned up in Germany, the <i>NOW</i> surfaced in San Francisco.</p>
<p>San Francisco makes sense, because the first issue of <i>NOW</i> is a time capsule of the pre-Summer of Love era by the Bay. Plymell printed the premier issue of <i>NOW</i> in 1963 when he was living at 1403 Gough Street. Beat fans might recognize this address. In 1954, Allen Ginsberg met Peter Orlovsky there. At the time, Orlovsky lived with painter Robert La Vigne. La Vigne painted a portrait of a naked Orlovsky that hung on the wall of La Vigne&#8217;s apartment. Ginsberg was smitten with the painting and fell in love with the subject.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/nownow.front.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/nownow.front.jpg" width="200" height="244" hspace="3" vspace="3" border="0" alt="NOW NOW" title="NOW NOW"></a>Flash forward almost ten years and Charles Plymell moved in. Plymell was one of several Kansas natives who shook up the counterculture scene, particularly in San Francisco. Bruce Conner, Michael McClure, Bob Brannaman were some others. In the summer of 1963, 1403 Gough Street became the epicenter of a scene: counterculture San Francisco before the hype and paranoia of the Summer of Love. Plymell has mined this period for a series of <a href="http://home.nycap.rr.com/charlesplymell/GALE.htm" target="_blank" rel="noopener">essays</a> that appeared in Kevin Ring&#8217;s <i>Transit</i> and in <a href="http://www.thing.net/~grist/golpub/golmag/gol2/plymell1.htm" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Grist</a>, a mag published out of Kansas. Ring recently printed a reworked essay entitled &#8220;Neal and Anne at 1403 Gough Street&#8221; for his chapbook series. </p>
<p>For sure, proto-hippies (called heads at the time) hung out at Plymell&#8217;s residence, but so did writers and poets associated with Auerhahn Press (Dave Haselwood, Andrew Hoyem), members of Wallace Berman&#8217;s <a href="bibliographic-bunker/semina-culture/">Semina Circle</a> (Bruce Conner, Dennis Hopper, Dean Stockwell), left coast Beats (Philip Whalen, Allen Ginsberg, Neal Cassady, Michael McClure and Lew Welch), and soon-to-be-celebrity drug dealers, like Owsley. In the summer of 1963, Plymell shared the seven rooms with Neal Cassady and his girlfriend, Anne Murphy. Allen Ginsberg blew into town coming down from the legendary Vancouver Poetry Conference of that summer after an extended stay in India and the Far East.</p>
<p>My copy of <i>NOW</i> documents this magic time in a special way. The mag bears the library stamp of Ben Talbert. Talbert was an artist associated with the Semina Circle. His works are perfect examples of funk assemblage, like the work of George Herms or Bruce Conner that was coming out of California at the time right before Warhol exhibited in LA and brought in Pop. Talbert contributes a woodcut drawing to Issue two of <i>NOW.</i> Philip Whalen, Allen Ginsberg and Michael McClure appear in Issue One, and each poet signed, and in some cases, inscribed their contributions. Whalen signs and dates his poem, October 20, 1963. It just so happens that this was the date of Whalen&#8217;s 40th birthday. Ginsberg inscribed his poem to celebrate this event with a drawing of a vagina and a cock and balls. McClure provided a snippet of beast language in honor of Rimbaud&#8217;s birthday. Rimbaud shared Whalen&#8217;s birthday albeit almost 70 years earlier: October 20, 1854. McClure sketched what I take to be a profile of Rimbaud along the gutter of the magazine. This mag may have been signed at a birthday party for Whalen at 1403 Gough Street. Quite a remarkable document that captures a special moment in SF literary history.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/nownow.whalen.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/nownow.whalen.jpg" width="200" height="250" hspace="3" vspace="3" border="0" alt="Whalen in NOW NOW" title="Whalen in NOW NOW" ></a>Whalen&#8217;s work of this period deserves some extra attention. I first read Whalen&#8217;s work in the basic Beat anthologies and inevitably these volumes excerpt the Six Gallery era stuff, like &#8220;<a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20040123065558/http://twist.lib.uiowa.edu/beat/reports/spirituality/pligrimages/whalenSOURDOUGHMN.htm" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Sourdough Mountain Lookout</a>.&#8221; This is basic Zen Beat material in content. The form of these poems is rather traditional as well: left margins for the most part; initial caps at the start of lines. Unfortunately, I did not dig further until recently. I have only dabbled in Whalen&#8217;s work, but the publication of the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0819568597/supervert-20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">collected Whalen</a> really opened my eyes. Yet the more radical Whalen was always there in the magazines on my shelf like <i>NOW.</i> Whalen&#8217;s poetry of the 1960s is a wonderful combination of Eastern thought / American West Frontier (called &#8220;Cowboy Zen&#8221; by Ron Silliman), O&#8217;Hara (and later Ted Berrigan) I do this, I do that notation, calligraphy (like Gary Snyder), and composition by field / projective verse &agrave; la Charles Olson. For anyone who thinks of Whalen only as the poet of &#8220;Sourdough Mountain,&#8221; I encourage them to dig deeper in order to find out why Kerouac considered Whalen 180 pounds of poetmeat. </p>
<p>Roughly a month after Whalen&#8217;s birthday, the curtain closed on the scene at 1403 Gough Street. John F. Kennedy&#8217;s assassination on November 22, 1963 ushered in the revolutionary / psychedelicized / overhyped 1960s. Ginsberg captured this watershed moment in &#8220;Nov. 23, 1963 Alone.&#8221; Ginsberg was anything but alone on the day of the assassination. Ginsberg, Cassady, Anne Murphy and Plymell (and his girlfriend Ann) were all together at Gough Street. The poem provides not only a eulogy of Kennedy but also of a moment in time for San Francisco and the rest of the United States. The innocence of Camelot was over, and the spirit of the Kennedy era was about to get much darker and more violent. Issue One of <i>NOW</i> was of that earlier moment before the decade officially became the SIXTIES. Ginsberg writes of being alone &#8220;with Now, with Fuck You, with Wild Dog Burning Bush Poetry Evergreen C Thieves Journal Soft Machine Genesis Renaissance Contact Kill Roy etc.&#8221; These magazines represent the underground before the counterculture went mainstream.</p>
<p><a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/nownow.nova_express_excerpt.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/nownow.nova_express_excerpt.jpg" width="200" height="244" border="0" alt="William S. Burroughs, colorized excerpt from Nova Express in NOW NOW" title="William S. Burroughs, colorized excerpt from Nova Express in NOW NOW"></a>Shortly after November 1963, Plymell began to disassociate himself from rock and roll / emerging hippie SF and align himself with William Burroughs and the cut-up. This becomes clearer in the second issue of <i>NOW</i> entitled <i>NOW NOW</i> published in 1965. <i>NOW NOW</i> is much more ambitious in form and content than the previous issue. The first thing that jumps out at you is the presence of color and artwork. Color is unusual in the mimeo revolution. Plymell features Burroughs on the back cover with a color-coded selection from <i>Nova Express.</i> The idea of Burroughs organizing his fiction based on color is nothing new. He tinkered with this idea in the Olympia <i>Soft Machine.</i> I would suspect that this use of color tied back to Rimbaud and his poem linking vowels to colors. Another cut-up appears in <i>NOW NOW</i> under the name of William Lee: &#8220;Where cumith Bozo the Clown, frum the start to a nevr endin.&#8221;  According to Maynard and Miles, this is <i>not</i> Burroughs but a taxi driver of the same name. (If you do not have a copy of this bibliography, let alone Goodman or Shoaf&#8217;s, get at least one immediately.  They are wonderful sources of information.)  As for Bozo, it is no doubt a weird piece and I am sure Plymell and readers in the know appreciated the confusion that ensued, but Burroughs generally cut-up sentences and phrases.  He did not go down to the individual word or syllable.  He experimented with word blocks, more than words.</p>
<p><i>NOW NOW NOW,</i> the third and final issue of <i>NOW,</i> is one step beyond the previous two issues. It is oversized, almost poster size, and presents some difficulty in sending it through the mail. It is an art piece. By this time, Plymell was intimately involved with Claude Pelieu and Mary Beach, two of the most dedicated followers and practitioners of the cut-up technique. <i>NOW NOW NOW</i> reminds me of another little mag of the period: <i>Bulletin from Nothing.</i> Both mags incorporate the visual as much as the textual. Both introduce collage into the mag in terms of content and in the patchwork way the mags are put together. Plymell worked as an artist as well as a writer. In 1963, he exhibited a show of collages at the Batman Gallery. Like the Ferus Gallery, the Batman had ties to the Semina Circle. </p>
<p>Burroughs appears in <i>NOW NOW NOW:</i> &#8220;Afterbirth of Dream Now.&#8221; Like Bozo, it is a standalone effort that in an interview Plymell states was created from an article that he sent to Burroughs. Burroughs received the article and sent it back cut-up. Several other magazine editors of the period tell a similar story. <a href="bibliographic-bunker/bunker-interviews/interview-with-brown-papers-daniel-lauffer/">Daniel Lauffer</a> of <i>Brown Paper</i> is one example. </p>
<p>The visual elements of <i>NOW NOW NOW</i> remind me of the collage / mixed-media work that the Fluxus artists might do. Maybe <i>NOW NOW NOW</i> seems like Fluxus in the shared influence of Dada. Norman Mustill contributes a collage. Cut-ups in the form of telegrams come from Claude Pelieu. I have not seen Burroughs described as a fully fledged member of Fluxus, but his radical experiments with text, image, art, film and audio tape in the 1965-1970 period seem to have much in common with that group that goes beyond merely being published by Dick Higgins&#8217; Something Else Press.</p>
<p>The changing title of <i>NOW</i> over its run is instructive. What I like best about the magazine is that it changed from issue to issue and always attempted to expand and to do itself one better. Issue one is a simple chapbook, not much different from a host of other little mags of the time. I am thinking of <i>Trace,</i> <a href="bibliographic-bunker/yugen">Yugen</a>, or <a href="bibliographic-bunker/david-meltzer-and-nomad/">Nomad</a>. The Whalen poem suggests an interest in typography and the page as canvas, but this is largely unexplored. Not so in <i>NOW NOW.</i> Visual art is a major component of the second issue; in the presence of reproductions, in the use of different typographies (as expressed in the interlocking bodies that form the title or in McClure&#8217;s poster-like beast poem), and in the layout of work on the page (for example, McClure&#8217;s poem is landscaped and utilizes the whole page). <i>NOW NOW</i> also has an expanded format in the number of pages and page size. </p>
<p><i>NOW NOW NOW</i> makes the link between page and canvas explicit. The large format with the string binding suggests an artist&#8217;s portfolio or a collection of posters. <i>NOW NOW NOW</i> is slight in number of pages but it challenges what a literary magazine can be in form and content. The final issue is a logical progression from Plymell&#8217;s work with collage: artwork described as &#8220;sadistic&#8221; by Jeff Nuttall. Plymell surely plays rough with the reader&#8217;s expectations of a literary magazine in this issue. </p>
<p>After the final issue of <i>NOW,</i> Plymell continued to experiment with writing. He published <i>Apocalypse Rose</i> with Auerhahn Press in 1967 and <i>The Last of the Moccasins</i> with City Lights in 1971. In 1968, Plymell continued to explore the merging of the textual with the visual. The <a href="http://www.mindscapemedia.com/comicwiz/charles_plymell.htm" target="_blank" rel="noopener">first issue of Zap Comix</a>, printed by Plymell, introduced early work by R. Crumb. This roughly produced publication helped usher in the underground comix and presaged the graphic novel in terms of introducing adult themes to the comic. Zap Comix #1 is a legendary rarity and a highly prized collectible &#8212; the equivalent of Action Comics #1 that introduced Superman in April 1938.</p>
<p><a href="images/covers/cobblestone_gardens/cobblestone_gardens.us.cv.1976.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/covers/cobblestone_gardens/cobblestone_gardens.us.cv.1976.jpg" alt="William S. Burroughs, Cobblestone Gardens, Cherry Valley Editions, 1976" title="William S. Burroughs, Cobblestone Gardens, Cherry Valley Editions, 1976" width="200" height="310" hspace="3" vspace="3" border="0"></a>In the 1970s, Plymell continued on as a publisher manning a xerox machine for a series of publications under the Cherry Valley Editions imprint. Cherry Valley was Ginsberg&#8217;s retreat / sanctuary / sanitarium for poets and writers in distress in rural New York. Ray Bremser and Gregory Corso landed there as did Plymell. By this time, Plymell married Mary Beach&#8217;s daughter, Pamela, and started <i>Coldspring Journal</i> (possibly a reference to Coldspring, Texas, a locale that appeared in Burroughs writing over the years based on his time near the Texas-Mexico border in the late 1940s). A Burroughs piece titled &#8220;Coldspring News&#8221; appeared in <i>Spero</i> 1, a one-shot from 1965. <i>Spero</i> is a cool item, and they have been turning up online recently for those interested. Four issues of Plymell&#8217;s journal appeared in the mid-1970s. Some other publications include Ray Bremser&#8217;s <i>Blowing Mouth</i> (1978), Joshua Norton&#8217;s <i>The Blue and the Gray Poems</i> (1975), Maureen Owen&#8217;s <i>The No-Travels Journals</i> (1975) and Dan Raphael&#8217;s <i>Energumen</i> (1976). Plymell brought out Burroughs&#8217; <i>Cobblestone Gardens</i> in a Cherry Valley Edition in 1976; it was followed up years later with <i>Tornado Alley.</i> Burroughs wrote the foreword to Mary Beach&#8217;s <i>Electric Banana</i> and provided a blurb for Pelieu&#8217;s <i>Coca Neon/Polaroid Rainbow</i> collection; both books were printed by Cherry Valley. <a href="http://www.cherryvalleyeditions.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Cherry Valley Editions</a> soldiers on in the present publishing new work by Plymell and others.</p>
<p>Plymell is something of a forgotten figure. Currently he is best known as a gadfly commenting on the Beat Generation and the poetry scene generally taking on the role of the departed Gregory Corso. Plymell <a href="http://www.thing.net/~grist/bove/new/cpinterv.htm" target="_blank" rel="noopener">lays low the sacred cows</a> of the post-WWII counterculture. In my opinion, his work as a publisher deserves a second glance. <i>NOW</i> stands out visually from the mass of 1960s little mags. In <i>Bomb Culture,</i> Jeff Nuttall singled out <i>NOW</i> and Plymell as contributing factors that helped build the counterculture and helped form an alternative network of information and contacts. Nuttall also comments on the important role that Kansas played in providing energetic individuals as well as an element of funkiness and grit into the scenes on both coasts. This Kansas connection is well documented on the <a href="http://www.vlib.us/beats/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Beats in Kansas</a> website, and Plymell is a major figure in that group.</p>
<p>Over the years, Plymell had ties to Burroughs in Lawrence. Despite being critical of the Beats, Plymell speaks highly of Burroughs. In return, Burroughs blurbed <i>Last of the Moccasins.</i> More importantly, but less known, is the fact that Plymell introduced a young James Grauerholz to the work of Burroughs in a Kansas bookstore. The recommendation struck a chord, because soon after Grauerholz went to New York and became Burroughs&#8217; right hand man. The rest is history. When the counterculture gathered, like at 1403 Gough Street, Plymell was usually in the room, and in many cases, he had something interesting (and controversial) to contribute to the conversation. His publications, like <i>NOW,</i> are testament to that. Check them out if you get the chance. </p>
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<p>Gerard Malanga<br /><b>Charles Plymell: Outlaw Poet</b><br />PDF of feature article that appeared in the Fall 2010 issue of <i>Rain Taxi.</i></p>
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<p><b>NOW NOW NOW</b><br />Artwork by Norman Mustill, Charles Plymell, Ralph W. Ackerman, and Antonin Artaud</p>
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<p><b>NOW NOW NOW</b><br />Poems by Charles Plymell and Philip Whalen, &#8220;Afterbirth of Dream Now&#8221; by William S. Burroughs</p>
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<p><b>NOW NOW NOW</b><br />Poems by Roxie Powell, Sculpture of Bob Branaman by Dion Wright, Drawing by &#8220;Manny Lipshitz&#8221; aka Dean Stockwell</p>
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<p>William S. Burroughs<br ><b>Now the Judgement of Things to Come</b><br />Manuscript of cut-up collaboration with Charles Plymell published in NOW NOW NOW.</p>
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<p>William S. Burroughs<br ><b>&#8220;Long Lost Cut-Up&#8221;</b><br />Manuscript of cut-up sent to Charles Plymell for use in NOW NOW NOW.</p>
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<p>Gerard Malanga<br ><b>Letter to Charles Plymell</b><br />Letter accompanying poems submitted to Plymell for NOW.</p>
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<p>Robert Branaman<br ><b>NOW artwork</b></p>
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<p>Allen Ginsberg<br ><b>Typescript</b></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/diane-wakoski.01.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/diane-wakoski.01.jpg" alt="Diane Wakoski" title="Diane Wakoski" width="200" height="256" border="0" /></a></p>
<p>Diane Wakoski<br ><b>&#8220;From A Go to B, If You Can Find It&#8221;</b></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/diane-wakoski.02.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/diane-wakoski.02.jpg" alt="Diane Wakoski" title="Diane Wakoski" width="200" height="276" border="0" /></a></p>
<p>Diane Wakoski<br ><b>&#8220;From A Go to B, If You Can Find It&#8221;</b></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/paul-lundgren.poem.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/paul-lundgren.poem.jpg" alt="Paul Lundgren, Poem" title="Paul Lundgren, Poem" width="200" height="246" border="0" /></a></p>
<p>Paul Lundgren<br ><b>&#8220;Without Rancor&#8221;</b><br />&#8220;Poem by Paul Lungrund, the mad bookstore owner in Wichita who was in WW2 intelligence&#8221; &#8212; Note by Charles Plymell</p>
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<p><br ><b>NOW NOW flyer</b></p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/film-makers-cooperative-catalogue.04.front.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/film-makers-cooperative-catalogue.04.front.200.jpg" width="200" height="265" alt="Film-Makers Cooperative Catalogue #4" title="Film-Makers Cooperative Catalogue #4" /></a></p>
<p><br ><b>Film-Makers Cooperative Catalogue #4</b><br />Front</p>
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<a href="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/film-makers-cooperative-catalogue.04.plymell.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="images/bibliographic_bunker/now/film-makers-cooperative-catalogue.04.plymell.200.jpg" width="200" height="265" alt="Film-Makers Cooperative Catalogue #4" title="Film-Makers Cooperative Catalogue #4" /></a></p>
<p><br ><b>Film-Makers Cooperative Catalogue #4</b><br />Letter from Charles Plymell to Jonas Mekas</p>
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<div id="endnote">
Written by Jed Birmingham and published by RealityStudio on 16 June 2008. Updated with archival material in December 2010. Thanks to Charles Plymell, Aram and Guy B. Also see the <a href="bibliographic-bunker/charles-plymell-and-now/archive-of-charles-plymells-the-last-times/">Archive of Charles Plymell&#8217;s <i>The Last Times</i></a>.
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