Atlantis to Interzone

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Cross, 1981-1982

Andy Warhol

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Skull, 1976

Andy Warhol

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Naked Lunch (film).

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Amy Winehouse at T in the Park, 2008

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Brando

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Liza Minnelli. Cabaret.

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Motel... Motel... Motel... broken neon arabesque... loneliness moans across the continent like fog horns over still oily water of tidal rivers...

Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs

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from "Milk Thistle" by Conor Oberst

Newspaper, newspaper

Can't take no more

You're here every morning

Waitin' at my door

I'm just tryin' to kiss you

And you stab my eyes

Make me blue forever

Like an island sky

And I'm not pretending

That it's all okay

Just let me have my coffee

Before you take away the day

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from "Meditations in an Emergency" by Frank O'Hara

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth. Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change? I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.

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"Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note" by Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones)

Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog. Or the broad edged silly music the wind Makes when I run for a bus… Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when they will not come to be counted, I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

And then last night I tiptoed up To my daughter’s room and heard her Talking to someone, and when I opened The door, there was no one there… Only she on her knees, peeking into

Her own clasped hands.