Here the censorship, which you’ve taught yourself, is self-inflicted (low sugar, low fat); it begins with the swinging shadow...
I first met William Burroughs in 1963. I was working for a now defunct literary magazine called Transatlantic Review...
Mittens winter came, stretched its frames, wove misty threads into the damp wood. fogged windows, we didn’t...
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