
It has marked on the images of disaster, queers doors slide and doctors illegal, all sense of disorder of a civilization photographed in full collapse. There are mainly injected throughout his ruthless sense of humor. There is nothing that does more fear than laughter Burroughs. It strikes everywhere, constantly. It causes all sorts of exaggeration. It has something contaminated. I still do not know what a smile have alligators. It
Tristram who publish this text January 6 ... the ones who were baptized in 1992 their only voice cd writers the Alligators smiling. Everything fits. Do not think however that the publicity would the door blade is novel in French ... He had already been published once, in a translation of the great Sylvie Durastanti was inside a book group, handsome, most (but unfortunately exhausted in print), the Anthology Film invisible , edited by Jean-Michel Place, 1995 - we will speak of that one soon, I promise.
Meanwhile, a few leprosy and violence, ending the year in style - or start in the crash.
"Billy in the subway. Flooded tunnels of lower levels have become canals. The bulk of supplies from New York travels here by boat and by steam engines and trolleys to the next level. The stations are now lit by skylights markets reinforced glass. Their stingy light gray blends into the dark ink dark tunnels and canals. Here, light is a valuable resource that should be preserved and protected. A man lights his torch for a moment and shadows resemble all sides. He draws his pistol: "Hands off my light, crevures. "Gangs
sell a diesel electricity generated by smuggling generators subway. The competition is tight and gang warfare is permanent. Lower Manhattan is often without electricity. Dynamo torches are in high demand and sell for $ 200. Billy
through the stalls and futures markets for flowers. A pack of wild dogs tumbling of a dark tunnel. The sonic gun Billy the helpless and they piss on terror. The blade holder outpace the sprint and then stop a gondola. They give an address.
"It's my old hero of fourgueur. Deale it pop, now, what I said. "
carbide lamp on the prow of the gondola. Alligators sliding out of subway stations and sink into the dark water that crack shark fin ... Straight ahead, a light: a flare illuminates a private jetty. The dealer has dug a bunker by shooting down the walls of a number of counters and lavatories.
He shakes his head sadly with a hideous smile Italian ... "If it was the hero, blues and even pop ... but the B-23 ... I work! Barrez you, it would be better. "
William S. Burroughs, The blade holder (Blade Runner, a movie, Blue Wind Press 1979) translated by Bernard Sigaud, Tristram, 2011