Nova Express by William S. Burroughs

Author:William S. Burroughs [Burroughs, William S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3, pdf
Published: 2011-12-19T07:20:03+00:00

GAVE PROOF THROUGH THE NIGHT

(This section, first written in 1938 in collaboration with Kells Elvins who died in 1961, New York, was later cut back in with the "first cut-ups" of Brion Gysin as published in Minutes to Go.)

Captain Bairns was arrested today in the murder at sea of Chicago-He was The Last Great American to see things from the front and kept laughing during the dark-Fade out

S.S. America-Sea smooth as green glass-off Jersey Coast-An air-conditioned voice floats from microphones and ventilators-:

"Keep your seats everyone-There is no cause for alarm-There has been a little accident in the boiler room but everything is now/"

BLOOOMMM

Explosion splits the boat-The razor inside, sir-He jerked the handle-

A paretic named Perkins screams from his shattered wheelchair:

"You pithyathed thon of a bidth."

Second Class Passenger Barbara Cannon lay naked in First Class State Room-Stewart Hudson stepped to a porthole:

"Put on your clothes, honey," he said. "There's been an accident."

Doctor Benway, Ship's Doctor, drunkenly added two inches to a four-inch incision with one stroke of his scalpel-

"Perhaps the appendix is already out, doctor," the nurse said peering over his shoulder-"I saw a little scar- "

The appendix OUT! I'M taking the appendix out-What do you think doing here?"

"Perhaps the appendix is on the left side, doctor- That happens sometimes you know-"

"Stop breathing down my neck-I'm coming to that-Don't you think I know where an appendix is?-I studied appendectomy in 1910 at Harvard-" He lifted the abdominal wall and searched along the incision dropping ashes from his cigarette-

"And fetch me a new scalpel-This one has no edge to it"-

BLOOOMM

"Sew her up," he ordered-"I can't be expected to work under such conditions"-He swept instruments cocaine and morphine into his satchel and tilted out of The Operating Room-

Mrs. J. L. Bradshinkel, thrown out of bed by the explosion , sat up screaming: "I'm going right back to The Sheraton Carlton Hotel and call the Milwaukee Braves"-

Two Philippine maids hoisted her up-"Fetch my wig, Zalameda," she ordered. "I'm going straight to the captain-"

Mike B. Dweyer, Politician from Clayton Missouri, charged the First Class Lounge where the orchestra, high on nutmeg, weltered in their instruments-

"Play The Star Spangled Banner," he bellowed.

"You trying to corn somebody, Jack?-We got a union-"

Mike crossed to the jukebox, selected The Star Spangled Banner With Fats Terminal at The Electric Organ, and shoved home a handful of quarters-

Oh say can you seeeeeeeeee

The Captain sitting opposite Lucy Bradshinkel-He is shifty redhead with a face like blotched bone-

"I own this ship," The Lady said-

The deck tilted and her wig slipped over one ear- The Captain stood up with a revolver in his left hand -He snatched the wig and put it on-

"Give me that kimono," he ordered-

She ran to the porthole screaming for help like everyone else on the boat-Her head was outlined in the porthole-He fired-

"And now you God damned old fool, give me that kimona-"

I mean by the dawn's early light

Doctor Benway pushed through a crowd at the rail and boarded The First Life Boat-

"Are you all right?" he said seating himself among the women-"I'm the doctor.

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