The irony of the acolyte

via Joe Strummer pays a visit to William Burroughs. It’s Clash-era Joe, in the late 70’s, probably sitting with Burroughs in his writer’s den on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Here’s the irony: Burroughs was an essential embodiment of nihilism and destructive violence. He lived the psychic quandry of Satre’s Stranger: unfiltered pragmatism […]