But first, something fantastic:

Also notable, William S. Burroughs quoted in Ed Koziarski's just-posted story:

"There is something about Chicago that paralyzes the spirit under a dead weight of a formalism dictated by hoodlums, a hierarchy of decorticated wops . . . And everywhere the smell of atrophied gangsters, the dead weight of those dear dead days hanging in the air like rancid ectoplasm . . . You suffocate in the immediate past, still palpable, quivering like an earthbound ghost . . . Here the dream is suffocating, more real than the real, the past actually, incredibly, invading the present."

"A formalism dictated by hoodlums" made my week.

All this is in regards to the 50th-Anniversary Celebration of William S. Burroughs's The Naked Lunch, which is detailed in the article, and Jonathan "Yony" Leyser's documentary about the writer: