The Book of Embraces
and other brutally international love letters from WS Burroughs to Ayn Rand
(the continuing memoirs of Vivian Five VI)
–Ashley Pond V–
that was back in ©’98… 1898… BC!
Dedicated in all following editions to anyone who will please, for me, name your child: Now You’ve Done It
And to the cop in Moab who didn’t give me a ticket even though I was 20 over and packing heat; you were very cool, Officer
–124 of 124 chapters published–
- the first letter to Ayn Rand & the reply
- the first time I met Him –or– Ezra Pound is the biggest asshole buried in Italy
- the book of embraces, chapter Marcie
- chlamydia is not a flower
- why I took the curious pen name I have
- the book of embraces, chapter Annie
- my friend ________, an introduction
- good foreign relations begin with isolationism
- prose journalism
- I’m not a guitar but I play one in a band –or– giving Elmo a couple of test tickles
- you should be an absurdist writer because I’m getting to know Seattle
- your evaluations
- “some well meaning fan mail”
- the book of embraces, chapter Priscilla
- the Washington Mutual Tower and the Devil
- the rematch was held near the grave of a mannerist painting of Isadora Duncan–aka–Redaction action, what’s your traction?
- I got your e-mail
- the book of embraces, chapter Tristan
- too many Russians are writing long books
- the morning they unwound the histone protein for good
- conservation begins at home
- the second letter to Ayn Rand & the reply
- the Devil’s greatgrandson…with my .44 gun
- the book of embraces, chapter Heather
- the 56k modem was just as useless against Communism as the 22k had been
- a hundred stories Boccaccio didn’t tell either
- the book of embraces, chapter Alex
- why Richard Brautigan is not as upset as you seem to be
- the book of embraces, chapter Erin
- Deep Blue at the recently contested tomb of the Unknown Soldier
- snow leopard down, the wolf’s in the hatch, the fuse is primed so strike the match
- my money is on Alan Greenspan waking from a long winter and Bill Gates avoiding lemon merengue for some time
- the book of embraces, chapter Janell
- I hope a Chinese pharmaceutical steals the formula for Viagra while there are still some animals left in Asia
- apple stems and girls named Wendy
- the saga of burning my mouth on a cheese sandwich heated in the microwave
- the book of embraces, chapter Andrea, the singer
- advance critical praise for “The Book of Embraces”
- the book of embraces, chapter princess laine
- my editor, Miss Exie Shortbread
- modern insults
- hieropus sex
- the book of embraces, chapter Andrea, the therapist
- my dear uncle Richard’s opinion of Ophelia’s death
- the book of embraces, chapter Renate
- shame and loathing in Hokona
- a joke I stole and let them sue me
- why I’m gonna like Seattle zen more than Albuquerque Catholicism
- don’t be trite
- I don’t plan on publishing my diary any more than all y’all WCW type poets oughta shut the fuck up and dance
- the book of embraces, chapter Kim
- the third letter to Ayn Rand & the reply
- the sweeter the revenge, the more carcinogenic
- the book of embraces, chapter Delia
- the price of art
- the LSAT vs. Viana Fire
- the book of embraces, chapter 재희
- the decline and fall of practically everybody but Dave Mustain
- the book of embraces, chapter Paula
- maybe it’s not funny now but there will come a day
- the first time I was wrong still might be okay
- how my first investment grew 2400% but didn’t count
- Neil
- his old man
- my friend Saundra
- the book of embraces, chapter Laxmi
- my young mom
- mad genius –or– you didn’t make the cut but this did
- the book of embraces, chapter Becky
- coherence is quite important in lasers, as opposed to Asian history where it’s a revisionist mistake
- another beautiful black woman who was talked out of loving me by Spike Lee
- do you know what a Markov chain is? well, then this won’t help at all.
- I met a real psychic at Eddie Vedder’s place
- sons of the new godzilla vs. your historical context
- the book of embraces, chapter shopping for the weekend they tried to get back together but just had sex instead
- it was the night I sold my first screenplay
- the almost-Batmobile
- bad opinions are like nazis even when they’re right
- the book of embraces, chapter Aja
- how my right hand had become familiar with the journal of Ayn Rand I will never know
- Stopper
- how I intend to give the Antichrist a good run for his money
- the book of embraces, chapter Andrea, the editor
- people from NY don’t believe that streets don’t have names in NM; assholes
- untitled for queers
- lately re-informed about how Jesus Christ was put upon the T-ride for my sins
- please be my friend, Richard Powers
- Ayn Rand’s heroines all had lots of sex
- the book of embraces, chapter the newest ex
- my 30th birthday
- my famous friends
- how to keep warm at night
- my friend –––––––’s brother, Calvin
- why my friend CM has a pen name too
- still life with a pecker
- too much coffee voodoo
- the ballad of the saga of the epitaph on Slappy White’s grave
- the book of embraces, chapter Adrienne –or– the girl who stole his job with Francis Ford Coppola and how he plans to revenge himself by ruining her marriage
- an open letter to an advertiser
- my friend Orión Cervio
- the fourth letter to Ayn Rand & the reply
- please go out with me, Sinead
- the book of embraces, chapter Liza Jane
- Words: 46.667
- Chili Con Carne (without meat); I love all my grandparents much
- all about horses and a bull too
- my friend Pat
- I really wanted to be an advice columnist
- the Nobel Prize and you at Arlington
- please be my girlfriend, Alanis
- real asteroids go in circles between Mars and Jupiter mostly
- Noam Chomsky is not only a communist but I bet I could beat him at mumblety peg without hardly trying
my friendCort- no bulls appear in this
- the shortest movie in this book: [redacted]
- a list of good ideas that are not in my field
- the final letter to Ayn Rand & the reply
- my 30th birthday II
- please teach me about love, Adrienne Brodeur
- the book of embraces, chapter Felicity
- please be my friend, J. B. S. Haldane
- the last time we crossed swords was at an iron monument to Stonewall Jackson
- the book of embraces, chapter Terri
- please be my friend, epilogue
