William S. Burroughs’ work is
unlike the prose/poetry of his contemporaries. His work differs in structure, content, and style. The structure of his poetry is
chaotic. He breaks his lines at
moments that surprise the reader, and this constant interruption dictates the
pace at which the reader is forced to read the piece. The stanza lengths are inconsistent, which keeps the reader
guessing. The content, or subject
matter, is highly scientific. Both
his prose and his poetry are extremely ripe for allegory: at every turn the
reader gets the impression that he is not just, or necessarily, talking about
surgeons and radiologists, viruses, and addiction. I got the feeling Burroughs was attempting to comment on the
world in which he lived, and not the fantastical, cut-up, perhaps exaggerated
(?) world in which his work takes place.
His work is very transgressive.
It pushed the boundaries that, decades later, beat writers were still
trying to do. His work is still
very extreme and surprising to today’s readers. I can only imagine how controversial his work was 70 years
ago.
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