The Past Was So Past It Hurt.

There Is No Right Or Wrong Reading Of Naked Lunch, Though Some Readings Are More Common, And Thus Burroughs Commercial Is Not The Issue.

Have I Mentioned That I Expect Death Around Every Turn, That Every Blue Sky Has A Safe Sailing Out Of It, That Every Bus Runs Me Over, That Every Low, Mean Syllable Uttered In My Direction Seems To Intimate The Violence Of Murder, That Every Family Seems Like An Opportunity For Ruin And Every Marriage A Ceremony Into Which Calamity Will Fall And Hearts Will Be Broken And Lives Destroyed And People Branded By The Mortifications Of Love?

If I'm Going To Feel Estranged And Alienated And Away From Home I Don't Want Anyone Interrupting It To Debate Which Berries To Have In Their Pancakes.

I Have Sparred With Commenters As A Music Writer (on The Rumpus, Among Other Places, See E.g., My Review About Taylor Swift), And That Was Plenty Of Training!

I Think Literature Is Best When It's Voicing What We Would Prefer Not To Talk About.