"And for God's sake, don't let me ever hear you say, 'I can't read fiction. I only have time for the truth.' Fiction is the truth, fool! Ever hear of 'literature'? That means fiction too, stupid." -John Waters
Spontaneous poetry by the author of On the Road, gathered from underground and ephemeral publications; including “San Francisco Blues,” the variant texts of “Pull My Daisy,” and American haiku.
In NAKED LUNCH, Burroughs revealed his genius.
In THE SOFT MACHINE he begins an adventure that will take us even further into the dark recesses of his imagination, a region where nothing is sacred, nothing is taboo. Learn More