William S. Burroughs by Annie Leibovitz.
Burroughs.
“There is only one thing a writer can write about: what is in front of his senses at the moment of writing… I am a recording instrument… I do not presume to impose ‘story’ ‘plot’ ‘continuity’… Insofar as I succeed in Direct recording of certain areas of psychic process I may have limited function… I am not an entertainer…” —William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch.
Needless to say, having read Junky and Queer (and I was just loaned Naked Lunch) and his work is astonishing, I need to see this film, William S. Burroughs: A Man Within. I mean, the trailer comes complete with a freakazoidly weird (but expected) Iggy Pop jibber-jabber droolfest rant… so I am pumped. Documentaries get me geeked in general, but this one looks way too good to pass up.