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a cura di Marianna Marrucci


1 Franco Berardi Bifo Antifona
Ascolta in anteprima sul sito dell’editore
(Berardi, Nemola) 04’44’’

2 Arnaldo Antunes O nome disso
(Antunes) 01’32’’

3 Ligiana Queda por um samba
(Costa, Araujo) 03’43’’

4 Elio Pagliarani Il ritmatore Siemens
(Pagliarani, Sacchi)
con Massimiliano Sacchi 03’14’’

5 Lello Voce Napoletana
(Voce, De Rosa e Loguercio, Nemola)
con R. De Rosa, M.P. De Vito, S. La Via, C. Loguercio, F. Nemola 09’32’’

6 Last Poets Live 2007 (Last Poets)
con M. Gross (dall’archivio di romapoesia) 05’55’’

7 John Giorno The Death of William - Live
(Giorno, Cinque)
con L. Cinque, P. Damiani (dall’archivio di romapoesia) 05’26’’

8 Olivia Salvadori La rosa y el sauce
(Valdes, Guastavino) 03’00’’

9 Debora Petrina A ce soir
(Petrina) 03’47’’

10 Wordsong Opiario
(Pessoa, Wordsong) 03’52’’

11 Bernardo Atxaga Le zebre e la morte
Live con L. Nacci 03’42’’

12 Alter Ego Ensamble Attica
(Traditional, Rzewski)
con J. Di Leo (dall’archivio di romapoesia) 10’13’’

13 Têtes de Bois (Progetto Antonio Porta) Cuore di cane (Porta, Têtes de Bois) 03’27’’

14 Luigi Cinque Griot mecanique
(Traditional, Cinque)
con P. Fresu, B. Seck 07’50’’

15 Linea Armonica Il rospo (Carminati, Pezzetta) 01’35’’

16 Marianna Marrucci Recensione con le orecchie
Pagliarani, La ragazza Carla 02’30

canGura è a cura di:
Lello Voce
Luca Sossella
Gabriele Frasca
Franco Berardi, Claudio Calia,
Chiara Carminati, Luigi Cinque,
Paolo Gervasi, Stefano La Via,
Canio Loguercio, Alessandra Maiarelli,
Marianna Marrucci, Luigi Nacci,
Frank Nemola, Gianmaria Nerli,
Andrea Satta.


William died on August 2, 1997, Saturday at 6:30 in the afternoon from complications from a massive heart attack he’d had the day before. He was 83 years old. I was with William Burroughs when he died, and it was one of the best times I ever had with him.

Doing Tibetan Nyingma Buddhist meditation practices, I absorbed William’s consiousness into my heart. It seemed as a bright white light, blinding but muted, empty. His consiousness passing through me. A gentle shooting star came in my heart and up the central channel, and out the top of my head to a pure field of great clarity and bliss. It was very powerful - William Burroughs resting in great equanimity, and the vast empty expanse of primordial wisdom mind.

I was staying in William’s house, doing my meditation practices for him, trying to maintain good conditions and dissolve any obstacles that might be arising for him at that very moment in the bardo. Now, I had to do it for him.

What Went Into William Burroughs Coffin With His Dead Body.

About ten in the morning on Tuesday, August 6, 1997, James Grauerholz and Ira Silverberg came to William’s house to pick out the clothes for the funeral director to put on William’s corpse. His clothes were in a closet in my room. And we picked the things to go into William’s coffin and grave, accompaning him on his journey in the underworld.

His most favorite gun, a 38 special snub-nose, fully loaded with five shots. He called it, "The snubby." The gun was my idea. "This is very important!" William always said you can never be too well armed in any situation. Of his more than 80 world-class guns, it was his favorite. He often wore it on his belt during the day, and slept with it, fully loaded, on his right side, under the bedsheet, every night for fifteen years.

Grey fedora. He always wore a hat when he went out. We wanted his consciousness to feel perfectly at ease, dead.

His favorite cane, a sword cane made of hickory with a light rosewood finish.

Sport jacket, black with a dark green tint. We rummaged through the closet and it was the best of his shabby clothes, and smelling sweetly of him.

Blue jeans, the least worn ones were the only ones clean.

Red bandana. He always kept one in his back pocket.

Jockey underwear and socks.

Black shoes. The ones he wore when he performed. I thought the old brown ones, that he wore all the time, because they were comfortable. James Grauerholz insisted, "There’s an old CIA slang that says getting a new assignment is getting new shoes."

White shirt. We had bought it in a men’s shop in Beverly Hills in 1981 on The Red Night Tour. It was his best shirt, all the others were a bit ragged, and even though it had become tight, he’d lost alot of weight, and we thought it would fit. James said, "Don’t they slit it down the back anyway."

Necktie, blue, hand painted by William.

Moroccan vest, green velvet with gold brocade trim, given him by Brion Gysin, twenty-five years before.

In his lapel button hole, the rosette of the French government’s Commandeur Des Arts et Lettres, and the rosette of the American Academy Of Arts and Letters, honors which William very much appreciated.

A gold coin in his pants pocket. A gold 19th Century Indian head five dollar piece, symbolizing all wealth. William would have enough money to buy his way in the underworld.

His eyeglasses in his outside breast pocket.

A ball point pen, the kind he always used. "He was a writer!", and wrote long hand.

A joint of really good grass.

Heroin. Before the funeral service, Grant Hart slipped a small white paper packet into William’s pocket. "Nobody’s going to bust him." said Grant. William, bejewelled with all his adornments, was travelling in the underworld.

I kissed him. An early LP album of us together, 1975, was called Biting Off The Tongue Of A Corpse. I kissed him on the lips, but I didn’t do it. And I should of done it.

Eating the Sky
John Giorno

Suicide Sutra
John Giorno

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