{"id":1407,"date":"2006-03-02T09:47:03","date_gmt":"2006-03-02T17:47:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp\/2006\/03\/the_lies_within\/"},"modified":"2006-03-02T09:47:03","modified_gmt":"2006-03-02T17:47:03","slug":"the_lies_within","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/2006\/03\/the_lies_within.html","title":{"rendered":"THE LIES WITHIN"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk\/burroughs-books\/index.html\" class=inline target=new\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Burroughs rubber stamp, from JH's file\" src=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/archives\/WSBstamp_1.jpg\" width=172 align=right border=0 \/><\/a>So the New York Public Library bought the William S. Burroughs archive, with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2006\/03\/01\/books\/01beats.html?_r=2&#038;oref=slogin&#038;oref=slogin\" class=inline target=new\"><strong><font color=#003399>&#8220;11,000 pages of manuscript and typescript material,&#8221;<\/strong><\/font><\/a> most of it from the 1960s and &#8217;70s, and never seen by scholars. The purchase likely cost millions. The report doesn&#8217;t mention the price. It does mention Burroughs&#8217;s cut-up experiments and his sense of humor. I wonder whether the collection includes the manuscript for this tasty morsel from HARD\/1, a little mimeo mag that appeared in the summer of 1972, which I have in my files.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Lie Lie Lie<\/strong><br \/>\nBy William Burroughs<br \/>\nXolotl and Ouab are organizing guerrilla resistance in South America. <i>First<\/i> step is to weed out the proliferating CIA infiltrators &#8230;<br \/>\nA jungle camp. The CIA  volunteer with a dead man&#8217;s cover  story is escorted into a thatched hut by two guerrillas.<br \/>\nXolotl is sitting on a stool the shrunken heads of  other CIA agents on shelf  behind him a tiny American flag at half mast planted by each head. The CIA man&#8217;s cover story stirs queasily.  Xolotl is  a black salamander boy with yellow electric eyes. A Ouab bird is perched on his shoulder. He motions the CIA man to a stainless steel stool in front of him. The two escorts stand in the doorway  of  the hut machine guns cradled chewing coca juice.<br \/>\n&#8220;Welcome friend if you are one. Sit here and hold my hands &#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.rotten.com\/library\/bio\/authors\/william-s-burroughs\/\" class=inline target=new\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"HARD\/1 [Summer 1972, Cambridge, Mass]\" src=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/archives\/HARD%3A1.jpg\" width=199 align=left border=0 \/><\/a>Ouab the cat boy with quick precise fingers is making adjustments  on an improvised switchboard. A dome-shaped metal reflector descends from the ceiling and stops two feet above the CIA man&#8217;s head. He looks up nervously.<br \/>\nXolotl: &#8220;Are you connected with the CIA or any related intelligence service?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;No senor. Those  cabrones killed my brother &#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\n<i>&#8220;Lie Lie Lie&#8221;<\/i> screams the Ouab bird. Ouab electrocutes the CIA man with a blast of DC.<br \/>\n&#8220;That&#8217;s the  way they should have made electric chairs in the first place. DC not AC.&#8221;<br \/>\nOuab perfects a small portable lie detector that can be used by anyone after a few weeks training.<br \/>\n&#8220;Are you connected to the CIA? That reads. What do you consider this could mean?&#8221;<br \/>\nThe CIA man&#8217;s head shrinks to the size of an orange. Doktor Kurt Unruh von Steinplatz holds the head in his hand as he addresses intelligence agents.<br \/>\n&#8220;So a stupid head &#8230; We can inflitrate as well and better &#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\nHere is the seedy generalissimo in a Miami cocktail lounge with two CIA men.<br \/>\n&#8220;Yes I will have another double whisky. Yes we will resist the slave driver Mao and his gang of cut throats with the help of our  American <I>FRIENDS&#8221;<\/I> &#8230;<br \/>\nAnd here is a top-level defector with his brief case. Hot biological weapon. Just one little piece of misdirection &#8230;<br \/>\nPS from Herr Doktor von Steinplatz: &#8220;We are on course so using the  cold war nonsense for our own purposes.&#8221;<br \/>\n<i>Which is a lie within a lie within a lie.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Burroughs always said real events do not occur until a writer writes them. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.commondreams.org\/headlines05\/0401-10.htm\" class=inline target=new\"><strong><font color=#003399>Curveball<\/strong><\/font><\/a>, anyone? (&#8220;Top-level defector with his brief case. Hot biological weapon. Just one little piece of misdirection.&#8221;) To say nothing of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/archives\/2006\/02\/the_vietraq_con.html\" class=inline target=new\"><strong><font color=#003399>the Viet-&#8216;Raq connection<\/strong><\/font><\/a> (&#8220;&#8230; dishonesty and deception &#8230;&#8221; etc.) Furthermore, I normally wouldn&#8217;t think of yoking Bill Burroughs and Ted Sorenson in the same sentence. But given Sorensen&#8217;s emphatic remark yesterday about the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/archives\/2006\/03\/ted_sorensens_i_1.html\" class=inline target=new\"><strong><font color=#003399>mendacity of the current U.S. regime<\/strong><\/font><\/a> and this old Burroughs satire in my files, I think their  names fit well together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1407","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pbvgEs-mH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1407","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1407"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1407\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}