What is writing? It's an adventure, it's a dangerous spiritual experience. Bill (William Burroughs) cannot go back to the original world, the world where his friends (Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac) are with him, he can only stay in Interzone, which may be interpreted as "inner zone". good. Bill is adventurous in his inner world, full of pain and desire, greed, ugliness, and fear. Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac were also unable to relieve his inner dilemma. The dilemma of an individual can only be personal, and who can relieve whose dilemma?
What is a drug? It is the source of inspiration for writers, the stimulant of the decadent world, the undefended stain in our hearts, and the endless pursuit of desire. In the psychedelic world of Interzone, drugs are concretized into pesticides. The black meat of the Brazilian centipede is controlled by a professor named Benway, who also controls all the people in the psychedelic world, Bill, Joan, Tom, and male prostitutes. People are struggling with poison powder, and people cannot do without drugs, and unconsciously move closer to Benway.
What is a typewriter? Is it a tool we use to express our thoughts, or an outlet for excretion? One day, they spoke on their own, using their anus to speak, they repelled each other, bit each other, and were extremely exclusive. They really came alive, turned into cockroaches, turned into hideous monsters, controlling our writing methods and our thoughts. Bill said that if you speak with your anus, one day your mouth will be closed, your anus can manipulate everything, and your brain will die in misery. Only your eyes will still exist, because the anus cannot see. You must constantly fight with your typewriter, but in the end it becomes your typewriter, dying blood dripping in your arms, ending this fight that no one can win.
Bill's boyfriend said to him, let's fix the typewriter. Once the typewriter is repaired, life can be changed for the better. The typewriter was repaired, and Bill's mind was sublimated in a certain sense, but the game continued. At the end of the film, he shot Joan in the forehead again, a fate that could never escape.
But the great poem has been born, let us read this black aesthetic verse:
"...We set out from New Orleans, passing by the rainbow-colored lake and orange gas fire, as well as swamps and garbage dumps. Alligators are in broken boxes and tin cups. Crawling around. The exiled pimp was sitting in the car coming from the island of garbage and shouting obscene words. New Orleans is a lifeless museum.... "
We were carried away, but we still exist.
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