| Kilgore Trouts meets Kurt Vonegut |
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"Trout was aware of me, too, what little he could see of me. I made him more uneasy than Dwayne did. The thing was: Trout was the only character I ever created who had enough imagination to suspect that he might be the creation of another human being. He had spoken of this possibility several times to his parakeet. He had said, for instance, 'Honest to God, Bill, the way things were going, all I can think of is that I'm a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time.' Now Trout was beginning to catch on that he was sitting very close to the person who had created him. He was embarrassed. It was hard for him to know how to respond, particularly since his responses were going to be anything I said they were. I went easy on him, didn't wave, didn't stare. I kept my glasses on. I wrote again on my tabletop, scrawled the symbols for the interrelationship between matter and energy as it was understood in my day: E = Mc2 It was a flawed equation, as far as I was concerned. There should have been an 'A' in there somewhere for Awareness - without which the'E' and the 'M' and the 'c' which was a mathematical constant, could not exist." Page 221 and 222 Kurt Vonnegut; Breakfast of Champions
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William
Buroughs meets Laurie Anderson
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Laurie Anderson: Album: Mister Heartbreak Track: Sharkey's Night Sun's going down. Like a big bald head. Disappearing behind the boulevard. (Oooeee.) It's Sharkey's night. Yeah. It's Sharkey's night tonight. And the manager says: Sharkey? He's not at his desk right now. (Oh yeah.) Could I take a message? And Sharkey says: Hey, kemosabe! Long time no see. He says: Hey sport. You connect the dots. You pick up the pieces. He says: You know, I can see two tiny pictures of myself And there's one in each of you eyes. And they're doin' everything I do. Every time I light a cigarette, they light up theirs. I take a drink and I look in and they're drinkin' too. It's drivin' me crazy. It's drivin' me nuts. And Sharkey says: Deep in the heart of darkest America. Home of the brave. He says: Listen to my heart beat. Paging Mr. Sharkey. White courtesy telephone please. MP3 of Sharkeys Night: (clicking here will interrupt the audio stream...) |