William Burroughs
BURROUGHS IN KANSAS
CONTENTS
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CATS
A MAJOR WRITER
COUNTRYSIDE LIVING
MYSTERIOUS SKIN
AMERICAN GOTHIC
GOING HOME AGAIN
THE FLY OVER STATE
ABSURDIST THEATER
KENYON HEIGHTS
THE BRECKINRIDGE HOTEL
RESTORATION
CHOPIN SONATA
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CATS
Being cosmopolitan—
There in that YMCA
Locker-room condo
But as his lover knew—
NYC was no place for
A gracefully aging sage
Ensconced there in—
The countryside outside
The University of Kansas
So much tres better—
Living with all his cats
Burroughs retires gracefully
A MAJOR WRITER
What does it mean—
To be a major writer
In the moody Midwest?
Isolated from the—
Intelligentsia of both
East and West Coasts?
I look to Lawrence—
William Burroughs there
Retired from New York City
Shotgun splatter art—
Making thousands dollars
More than just with books
COUNTRYSIDE LIVING
Photos of Miss Burroughs—
Trundling down through
The Kansas countryside
Totting his shotgun—
Getting off on the privacy
That only Kansas can give
Then making a discovery—
Collage, pastiche and the
Cut-up method too literary
Then shameless fame—
And new literary reputation
Suddenly Shotgun Art
MYSTERIOUS SKIN
There is, of course—
The usual fantasies of
Writers like Scott Heim
“Mysterious Skin”—
Plus the rather dingy
Denouement of hustlers
But Miss Burroughs—
Had already been there
And done that, my dears
Kansas was different—
To him after his intense
Manhattan existence
AMERICAN GOTHIC
Not that I’m complaining—
Grant Wood simply said it all
It’s just the way it is—
Like why fight it, my dears
Like “Nighthawks” (1942)—
By cynical Edward Hopper
That’s how he saw Kansas—
As austere gothic snapshot
GOING HOME AGAIN
How stupid of me—
To even think I could
Ever go back home again
Doing that nostalgic—
“Look Homeward, Angel”
Kitschy literary trip
I've tried it that way—
The usual Narrative schmaltzy
Disappointing Reminiscences
What makes a writer—
Any different than any obit?
Would somebody tell me?
THE FLY OVER STATE
Of course, there’s the usual—
Quixotic thing one does with
Oneself out there in the country
But all that is somewhat muted—
When compared with all those
Loud freight trains trundling by
That’s when Kansas takes back—
What it gave you back in your
Bildungsroman beginning
Not that there’s any sense—
Being born way down there in
Fly Over State anyway
ABSURDIST THEATER
Keep it short & quick—
Don’t dilly-dally with any
Meaningless meanderings
Let it sink down outta—
Bleak moody skies thru
Tragic twisting Elms
Why fight the loneliness—
Let your branched fingertips
Reach desperately into the sky
Try to be sympathetic—
With the stark cold realism
Of the rolling sensless Plains
KENYON HEIGHTS
I was born in Newman’s—
Roberta Eckdall’s grandfather
Delivered me back then
On the other side of—
Twelfth Avenue there's
The new Kenyon Heights
That’s where Linda and—
My EHS friends want me
To retire in an apartment
I love Emporia very much—
But I crave the countryside
If I’ll ever get back home
THE BRECKINRIDGE HOTEL
The successful renovation—
Of the lovely Film Palace there
On Emporia’s Commercial Street
The Granada Theater designed—
By the stylish Ballinger Boys
Like the one in Kansas City
Lowther Junior High renovated—
And now the EHS becomes the
New Breckinridge Tourist Hotel
Surely Republican businessmen—
Will flock to Emporia for lucrative
Conventions in the near future?
RESTORATION
Of course, restoration and—
Preservation of Emporia’s past
Is always an ongoing battle
I lived with my divorced—
Mother across the street from
The magnificent Hood Mansion
The same with the church—
Where I was baptized that
Doomed First Christian Church
And the classic YMCA—
Where I fell in love with the
Young hoodlum Arnold Lopez
CHOPIN SONATA
I guess I’m nostalgic—
I can't help feeling that way
Ignore what you’re reading
Just talking with myself—
Thinking about that little
Athens of the Midwest
KSTC charming then—
Vernon Sheffield pianist
Knew how I felt about it
Playing soothing piano—
Sonatas in his apartment
There west of campus
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