by William S. Burroughs
William Burroughs, “Paris 1960” (Untitled Text from Takis Catalogue), Howard Wise Gallery, New York, 1967
Song cut along typographical magnetic lines from Anibasis St. John Perse Illuminations Rimbaud “say only this should have been obvious from her fourth grade junk class”: song for her your heart the red night jargon muffles. Double sex sad as the drenched lands. At the service of second thigh and that time of the assassins. Marching and roused the pure principle of violence dictated out gently. On the threshold of a great turn in their accounts. Wounds of yellow wind. Lust of the soul. Smoke of dreams in new body. Crystal arms in corridors of black gauze. Have told noone [sic] to wait. Banner of raw meat against the hum of seashells and the eaves. Came such a one. Have not sniffed such a stranger. Far shudder of space shaking old flames. INvisible and insistent dream. Who talks of frost bill? Still heard. Still felt. (Nor weak the friend.) Weary of a great bird on my face. Painted eats in that belly where sleeps the drum. Spice and death of monkeys gently moving: exploitations. This is theft leg. Betraying the least sober soul orders. Lets go a great pestilence of night. “I hate you all” fashions. Stale smell of morning from the old assassins. : “Pas de commission.” Pure song of new before the travellors. [sic] Scarlet burst in the flesh. Our bones clothed the dead powder of earth. Land more chaste than whistlings of death and circle. They who at birth laid bitter fruit in out hands what have they to do with us. (Her is a woodencoal [sic] angel carved by Raimondos)
William Burroughs
Untitled Text Dated “Paris 1960”
Takis, Magnetic Sculpture, exhibition catalogue
Galerie Stadler
1967
Nicolas Callas
“Takis’ Magnetic Nowhere”
Takis, Magnetic Sculpture, exhibition catalogue
Galerie Stadler
1967
Allen Ginsberg
Untitled Text Dated “Bombay Apr 22, [19]62”
Takis, Magnetic Sculpture, exhibition catalogue
Galerie Stadler
1967