Burroughs: The Movie Page #8

'Kim, if you had your choice,

would you rather be...

a poisonous snake or nonpoisonous?'

'Oh, poisonous, sir, like

a green mamba or a spitting cobra.'

'Why?'

'I'd feel safer, sir.'

'And that's your idea of heaven,

feeling safer?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Is a poisonous snake really safer?'

'Not really. But he must feel good

after he bites someone.

Safer? Yes, sir. Dead people are

less frightening than live ones.'

'Young man,

I think you're an assassin.'

'I want to be one, sir.'"

Well, I would use any weapons

at my disposal...

in order to defend my premises.

I wouldn't hesitate.

Wouldn't hesitate at all.

Well, we'll try this one.

Did it stick? I heard it plop.

Yes, it did.

I'm shooting just right

up the middle of this thing.

This is my, uh, steel cobra.

- Should I demonstrate it?

- Yes, please.

Stand back. Stand back.

This is, uh - It's the spring blackjack.

Now it's in probe position, see?

If I were starting from scratch,

I'd hit him across the face...

and see how that went.

So instead of that, if you had

a razor-sharp, double-edged knife...

you could whip it out

and cut someone's throat...

before he knew what was happening...

right in the middle of a sentence.

You see, I don't wanna hear what

you've got to say and, whoomp.

This knife is nice, but my one

in the bank vault is so much better.

But that could certainly

confound a mugger.

He with his little puny switchblade.

Oh, here it is. Yes.

Now that's a regular blackjack.

A blackjack is an elegant weapon.

Well, I think

you're ready for any invasions.

I hope so, yes.

I'm not anticipating any trouble...

'cause I don't like violence.

The bunker here

has virtually no windows.

And, uh - But as soon as I saw it...

I said that

it was suitable for my purposes.

It's quiet and secluded.

And it's very warm in winter

and very cool in summer...

because the walls are thick

and it's well insulated.

Um, I know that some

of my guests here have seen a ghost.

I gave it the name Toby.

I can't say that

I have seen this apparition...

but I've been aware of its existence.

This, of course, used to be

a locker room in a YMCA.

This room, and we would assume...

that it might be a ghost

left over from that period.

Well, actually I don't have

a hard and fast schedule...

but if I'm working and working well -

I usually get started on my work.

I get up about 9:00.

Then I'm ready to work

by 10:
00 or 10:30...

and I will work through,

more or less...

until 6:
00 in the evening.

I don't usually work at night.

And see, I don't eat lunch normally...

or I may just have a sandwich

or a snack in my room.

But normally I don't eat lunch.

So that is the time in which I work.

The late morning

and the early afternoon.

And then

what do you do in the evening?

Well, various things.

Visit friends, have dinner, read...

watch television sometimes,

if there's anything interesting.

Various, rather mundane

and trivial occupations and activities.

I'm the old Irish tenor

brought back from the grave.

What about one of

the really good Irish tunes?

Oh, Danny boy

- The pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to dale

and down the mountainside

- Oh, Danny boy

- These were all registered recorded...

- copyrighted-

- Oh, Danny boy

I don't want Burt Bacharach

to start stealing our stuff.

Oh, Danny boy

Oh, Danny boy,

I love you so

- Are you making this up?

- No, I am not.

That is the truth.

Well, I work in

a number of different ways.

It depends upon where I am.

Sometimes I'm working

from some notes I made.

Sometimes I'll get up in the night

and make notes...

and work on those the next day.

Or I may know pretty well

where I am in the narrative...

and I can go right on from there.

There will be long periods in which -

Well, not so long,

but, say, a month or so...

sometimes more,

in which it's very difficult to write.

And I've found that the remedy

is not to try and force yourself...

but to do something else,

to do editing...

reading or some other activity.

How long have you

been keeping scrapbooks?

Oh, I started years and years ago,

about 10 years ago, no 15 years ago.

But they develop. This one is,

I think, much more precise.

At first I just sort of

put things in that interested me...

and now I have to have

a very definite reason...

for a picture or news item

to go into the scrapbook.

I keep files. I say,

"There is something I may use"...

but it may be a year or two years

before I find a place to use it.

I began writing dreams down

long before I began to write.

For example,

I meet a character in a dream.

Then I may find a photo that

has something of the character in it.

Over a period of years,

I've filled a number of scrapbooks...

with these identikit pictures.

Usually my characters

are composites...

of many people from dreams...

photos, people I know...

and quite frequently, of course,

characters in writing.

"Here is

Arthur Thom Robb - T-H-O-M -

chairman of the White People's

Committee to Restore God's Law.

And he's a good ol' boy too.

Not a finer man in Bass, Arkansas,

than old Thom Robb.

After praising the courageous Anita,

he gets down to committee business.

'White People's Committee

is not embarrassed to admit...

that we endorse and seek

the execution of all homosexuals.

God's law calls for the death penalty...

for the f*ggot slime,

the whole filthy lot of them.'

He is also the publisher of

a book called The Negro, a Beast...

and his rag is replete with references

to, quote, 'rabid sex-perverted Jews.'

He's gonna apply God's law...

to the Jews, the blacks,

the Hispanics and the Chinese.

Done bit hisself off quite a tamale.

About 50 million folks he's gonna kill,

some of whom might even resist."

My old assassin in

"Tio Mate Smiles" in The Wild Boys -

I would like to kill somebody

before I die...

and I hope it's, you know,

preferably one of these fag baiters.

Gay state. That's what I'm aiming for.

And I want us to be as tough

as the Israelis.

Anybody fucks around

with a gay anyplace in the world,

we're gonna be there.

Well, we're a minority.

Why the hell don't we have the right

to protect ourselves?

Let's build up an international

organization with false passports...

guns on arrival.

The whole lot - the whole terrorist lot.

We are a precarious minority.

We gotta fight for our lives,

you understand?

If they oppose the gay state...

we're gonna find 'em,

track 'em down and kill 'em.

Why not?

"Yes, this world would be a pretty

easy and pleasant-like place to live...

if everybody could just mind his own

business and let others do the same.

But a wise old black f*ggot

said to me years ago...

'Some people are shits, darling.'

I was never able to forget it."

I owe my good health

at a rather advanced age...

after some lapses

of what some people...

would call into unhealthy conduct...

as entirely due to the orgone box.

Not much light in here.

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