A reading of ‘A Burroughs Syllabus’ by Joe Darlington, in relation to the 1936 book Reactions of the Human Machine, by Dr John Yerbury Dent…

With interjections in memory of Bill’s death on this date…

for William Burroughs…
The Dark Side of Tinsel Town


Rumble for CBTD222

for addicts

Produced in recognition of the great work of Dr John Yerbury Dent, who treated addicts & alcoholics in 20th Century London, including William Burroughs for heroin addiction…

Written by J. Warwick Sweeney, Music by Michael D. Amitin & Foldhead, excerpts from Hardy Tree by J. Warwick Sweeney & Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs… Rhime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798…

This collaboration is produced for addicts and alcoholics… in recognition of the great work of Doctor John Yerbury Dent; 1888-1962…

Photography by Anthony Jones, Yosef Benali & Tracy Williams

Narrated, edited & produced by Tracy A. Williams, 22.02.2022

Experimental Audio Reading by Tracy A. Williams with music by Michael D. Amitin, Paris & photography by Yosef Benali, Morocco

Mountain Girl & Foldhead. 2022…
James Evans, age 9… Author of ICEBERG

Written in November 2021 after learning the history of the Titanic, my cousin James impressed me so much that I recorded it here for posterity… Well done, James!
Music by Michael D. Amitin, Paris.

The Frumious Bandersnatch…

JABBERWOCKY is part of the sequel to ALICE IN WONDERLAND. This is an experimental reading of the great nonsense poem, published in 1871 as part of ALICE THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS by Lewis Carroll…

Introduction to the 1952 Gallimard Edition of Louis-Ferdinand Celine’s masterpiece… on my top ten for Greatest Novels of All Time… Audio recorded in an attempt to inspire you to read the book…

CELINE: Journey to the End of the Night, 1952, Introduction

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ADDICTION: Dr John Yerbury Dent

written by J. Warwick Sweeney & Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 2021 & 1798…

forgotten treatments for addiction as practised on William S. Burroughs by Dr John Yerbury Dent, 1956

music by Michael D. Amitin, Paris, 2021

“Paregoric Babies of the World UNITE…” — William Burroughs, 1956

Mountain Girl


I want answers, God.

I want them now, when I peak

This time, God, on top of this mountain

You better speak, this time, God.

I’m sick with waiting.

And you, too, Mother Nature,

up there in the austere sky;

I want a sign from you,

when I call out why, again, wanton woman

I want more than the usual, you know what I mean…

That unsympathetic silence

I want a response when I scream!

You better blow some blatant instruction across the grass.

And shoot an explanation through the ice as I pass.

And inject verification through the wind of my pleas.

I want this curiosity informed!

Or, be warned,

I’ll stop climbing.

And I’ll never go back down on my knees.


The wanderer is crossing our mountain,

She’s making egregious demands, my dear.

Enough now, it’s cruel to keep her waiting,

Draw back your grey clouds

spread your blue and clear

The air between her and us

heal the scars

From her knees,

from her falling,

from dancing

The night you froze snow to ice under stars.

She whirled for us, Mother, she’ll keep on glancing

Up toward me

I will not ignore.

I promised I’d answer,

l told them I’d give

Truth for devotion,

so – Woman – implore

Your creatures down there to demonstrate love.

As long as they call out, we’re bound to return

For My sake, for Love’s sake,

give something to her.


Oh fittera* Father, why interrupt me?

How dare she attempt human words to my mouth!

Me? Condescend to man-made poetry?

My masterpiece manifests – perfect – without.

She needs to accept there’s no reason, no rhyme.

I – Mother Nature – am a limitless line.

So let them bleed, God,

so long as they breed, God.

Taint them with hunger and force them to feed.

She’ll not want explanations

once the belly starts to ache.

Now; I must continue making monsters in this lake.

Please don’t look at me like that,

You’re making me yawn.

Oh, fittera* Father!

Send a wild stag and fawn?

As a token of my attention til I darken the dawn?

Come creatures, come to Mother…

come father, come son.

Now suffer the scent of humankind.

Bound over the mountain;

strike that human ego blind

with disbelief and awe and joy,

humility, terror and pleas.

Faster, faster, pass her, cross her,

Now then… stag and fawn;

Vanish – into the trees.

Look Father,

the human’s back down on her knees.

© Copyright The Naked Blonde Writer 2021


The Dark Side of Tinsel Town

Currently in production for book, audio and video….

TDSOTT is a memoir, factual to the core even though actual names
have been changed in order to protect those who claim to be living…

“I’m sitting beside the pool at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. And I’m waiting. Waiting like I always did in Hollywood. Los Angeles overhead is its usual flawless blue, as if some cosmetic sky surgeon has removed all clouds and creases of grey….”

“I got to Hollywood on a one-way plane ticket
paid for with stolen money…”

In a town often nicknamed ‘Holy-weird’ Gilson was the weirdest of them all…

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town: To Be Continued….

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TRAIN RIDE HOME by Michael D. & R. Amitin, PARIS 2021… Narrated by Tracy A. Williams on 11th March 2022

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