Apocalypse

Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Page 10Skyscrapers scrape rents of blue and white paint from the sky, the rivers swirl with color, nitrous ochres and reds eat through the bridges, falling into the rivers, splashing colors across warehouses and …
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A Pile of Crowns, for Jean-Michel Basquiat

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Apocalypse

Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Page 9Force let it come, skyscrapers scrape rents of the final Apocalypse in the sky, dream rivers splashing color across solid roads and buildings, AMOK art vitality stirring passions of metal blur by writhing …
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Gil

created July 15, 1988

Apocalypse

Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Page 3Cherry-pickers with satin brushes big as a door inch through Wall Street, leaving a vast souvenir postcard of the Grand Canyon. Water trucks slosh out paint, outlaw painters armed with paint pistols paint …
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Apocalypse

Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Page 8This is where we all came in blue and white paint from when Everyman sees color nightmares are right here warehouses and piers electric energy floods inorganic molds subways faster and faster, glass …
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Apocalypse

Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Page 7At my back – faster and faster – I always hear hurry up – energy ground down into – please its time closing – sidewalks and street by billions of feet and tires …
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Apocalypse

Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Introduction Mariners sailing close to the shores of Tuscany heard a voice cry out from the hills, the trees and the sky: “The Great God Pan is dead!” Pan, God of Panic: the sudden …
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