WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS
When I lived in Mexico City at the end of the 1940s, it was a city of one million people, with clear sparkling air and the sky that special shade of blue that goes so well with circling vultures,
blood and sand–the raw menacing pitiless Mexican blue. I liked Mexico City from the first day of my first visit there. In 1949, it was a cheap place to live, with a large foreign colony, fabulous
whorehouses and restaurants, cockfights and bullfights, and every conceivable diversion. A single man could live well there for two dollars a day. My New Orleans case for heroin and marijuana
possession looked so unpromising that I decided not to show up for the court date, and I rented an apartment in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood of Mexico City.
I knew that under the statute of limitations I could not return to the United States for five years, so I applied for Mexican citizenship and enrolled in some courses in Mayan and Mexican archaeology at Mexico City College. The G.I. Bill paid for my books and tuition, and a seventy-five-dollar-per-month living allowance. I thought I might go into farming, or perhaps open a bar on the American border.
Poems by William S. Burroughs
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- Cut-Up Poems from Minutes to Go (1960)
- Dead Whistle Stop Already End (Floating Bear 24, 1962)
- Spain & 42 St. (Floating Bear 24, 1962)
- Where Flesh Circulates (Floating Bear 24, 1962)
- Cold Lost Marbles (1972)
- Fear and the Monkey (Pearl 6, 1978)
- Pistol Poem 2 (A William Burroughs Birthday Book, 1994)
- Pistol Poem 3 (A William Burroughs Birthday Book, 1994)