Port of Saints
Port of Saints
William S. Burroughs
Blue Wind Press
9780912652658
“...Somewhere a long time ago the summer ended. Old pulp magazines on white steps. Grimy pants stood out clearly even the stains. Last time together last dust of hope out there in the blue flight of adolescence on the road of the Stranger. Remember who the Stranger was, breathing the writer's self-knowledge and God-guilt? An obscene word scrawled on the farther shore long ago. A last trip home across the gleaming empty sky, fragments of lost words. ..."
"Man did not rise out of the animal state, he was shoved down to be an animal by the infamous Fifth Colonists. The first man landed in Eden in a crippled spacecraft. He lived there with the animals waiting for a pickup. But the Fifth Colonists arrived. One day when the first man was having intercourse with a shy young lemur he was slapped from behind by a fat cop. The police doctor cut out a rib. The whisky priest muttered over it and it turned into a Lesbian policewoman who screamed at the dazed Adam: 'What are you doing in front of decent people?!'"
Port of Saints is the story of a man whose alternate selves take him on a fantastic journey through space, time, and sexuality. The last work written in London before Burroughs returned to the United States in 1973, Port of Saints is an experimental autobiography, a profound exploration of the concept of personality, and a nightmare voyage through revolting alien sexual fantasy to the depths of the psyche: in short, an ultimate foray into that rich, savage landscape first depicted in Naked Lunch and The Wild Boys.
William S. Burroughs, born in St. Louis in 1914, was an acknowledged giant of twentieth century literature. Among his dozens of books are the inimitable classics Junky, Naked Lunch, Exterminator, The Ticket that Exploded and Cities of the Red Night.
Cover art and design by George Mattingly
First edition. Sixth printing
176 page paperback
Blue Wind Press, 1980
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