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Naked Lunch es sin duda un libro muy complejo. Según el autor, es un conjunto de anotaciones, cada una escrita durante algún "viaje" utilizando el derivado del opio al que era adicto en el momento. También es una crítica a la pena de muerte, de hecho es una crítica a prácticamente todo. También es una forma, algo cruda, de concientizar a las personas de la realidad de las adicciones. Y uno hasta lo podría interpretar como una guía o un conjunto de interpretaciones únicas del mundo en el que vivimos. Lo divertido de Naked Lunch es que no tiene un orden, bueno si tiene pero no importa. Es decir si alguien estudiase el libro a detalle podría arreglar los "capítulos" en un orden un poco más coherente dependiendo del tema que se toca y la cronología de como se van introduciendo los personajes, pero el libro tendría prácticamente el mismo sentido que tiene ahora, entonces el orden se vuelve irrelevante porque el libro en realidad no necesita un orden, es solo un conjunto de ideas y casi pareciese que incluye personajes que se repiten a lo largo del libro(cuya función es principalmente contar anécdotas) por mera casualidad o error. Uno puede abrir el libro a la mitad y empezar a leer desde ahí y el libro tendrá el mismo sentido que tiene si uno lo lee de la manera como se presenta. Se puede notar un orden perdido de los capítulos, principalmente por la manera como varios personajes se introducen pero esto ocurre después de la mitad del libro y para entonces uno ya sabe detalles de los personajes que no se mencionan en la introducción del mismo y esta solo sirve para aclarar una que otra duda cuyas explicaciones el lector puede prescindir sin ningún problema. En fin, el punto de este post es presentarles varias partes del libro que intentan interpretar el mundo en el que vivimos o bien muestran opiniones muy curiosas y originales del mismo. Naked Lunch on Buddha: "Buddha? A notorious metabolic junky... Makes his own you dig. In india, where they got no sense of time, The Man is often a month late... 'Now let me see, is that the second or the third monsoon? I got like a meet in Ketchupore about more or less.' "And all them junkies sitting around in the lotus posture spitting on the ground and waiting on The Man. "So Buddha says: 'I dont hafta take this sound. Ill by God metabolize my own junk.' "'Man, you cant do that. The Revenooers will swarm all over you.' "'Over me they wont swarm. I gotta gimmick, see? Im a fucking Holy Man as of right now.' "'Jeez, boss, what an angle.' Naked Lunch on Democracy and Bureaucracy: "The end result of complete cellular representation is cancer. Democracy is cancerous, and bureaus are its cancer. A bureau takes root anywhere in the state, turns malignant like the Narcotic Bureau, and grows and grows, always reproducing more of its own kind, until it chokes the host if not controlled or excised. Bureaus cannot live without a host, being true parasitic organisms. (A cooperative on the other hand can live without the state. That is the road to follow. The building up of independent units to meet needs of the people who participate in the functioning of the unit. A bureau operates on opposite principle of inventing needs to justify its existence.) Bureaucracy is wrong as a cancer, a turning away from the human evolutionary direction of infinite potentials and differentiation and independent spontaneaous action to the complete parasitism of a virus. "(It is thought that the virus is a degeneration from more complex life-form. It may at one time have been capable of independent life. Now has fallen to the borderline between living and dead matter. It can exhibit living qualities only in a host, by using the life of another-the renunciation of life itself, a falling towards inorganic, inflexible machine, towards dead matter.) "Bureaus die when the structure of the state collapses. They are as helpless and unfit for independent existences as a displaced tapeworm, or a virus that has killed the host. Naked Lunch on Nightclubbing: Manhattan Serenade A.J. and entourage start into New York night club. A.J. is leading a purple-assed baboon on a gold chain. A.J. is dressed in checked linen plus fours with a cashmere jacket... A.J. stops in front of another club and looks in. "Elegant fags and old cunts, God damn it! We come to the right place. Avanti ragazzi!" Naked Lunch on Control: You see control can never be a means to any practical end... It can never be a means to anything but more control... Like junk..." Naked Lunch on Sanitary Laws: Aracknid is a worthless chauffeur, barely able to drive. On one occasion he ran down a pregnant woman in from the mountains with a load of charcoal on her back, and she miscarried a bloddy, dead baby in the street, and Keif got out and sat on the curb stirring the blood with a stick while the police questioned Aracknid and finally arrested the woman for a violation of the Sanitary Code. Naked Lunch on Democracy on an Island: The forms of democracy are scrupulously enforced on the Island. There is a Senate and a Congress who carry on endless sessions discussing garbage disposal and outhouse inspection, the only two questions over which they have jurisdiction. Naked Lunch on God: "If God made anything better he kept it for himself,"
Naked Lunch on Writers: 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... Naked Lunch to the Reader: Gentle reader, we see God through our assholes in the flash bulb of orgasm...Through these orifices transmute your body... The way OUT is the way IN... Gentle Reader, The Word will leap on you with leopard man iron claws, it will hang you and catch your jissom like a scrutable dog, it will coil round your thighs like a bushmaster and inject a shot glass of rancid ectoplasm... Y con esto espero que hayan sido inspirados por Naked Lunch, para tener un mejor entendimiento del mundo que nos rodea les recomiendo leer el texto completo.
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