joi, 30 iulie 2009
I recently rediscovered William Borroughs' Naked Lunch and stumbled upon a simple, yet memorable theory. There are many kind of a addictions; some are addicted to sex, some are addicted to money, power, handbags, social recognition and yes, drugs. But locking up the King Pins' and "relevant" dealers won't solve the problem. The need is still in the streets, sneaking through backdoors and screaming behind closed windows. And as long as the ordinary junkie wants his shot, there will always be someone eager to please the addicted while filling up his pool with stained money.
"Somebody" should be concentrating on healing the naive consumers. But no one does. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when dirty money is so easy to make?
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the
machinery of night"
Howl, Allen Ginsberg